Suppressing the urge to remove the needles, Madam Rong faced the hardest decision of her life … and did not step forward.
She even thought to herself that she must not let outsiders know that her daughter was using needles.
Once the old man's funeral was over, she would have her daughter return to the village quickly, never to come back again in this lifetime.
Oh, the more she thought about it, the more her heart ached in spasms.
It only took five minutes, but it felt like decades to her.
It was extremely painful.
Rong Yan finished the acupuncture, "Mom, it's done. Dad's pulse is stable now, and he will sleep well tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll do it again."
Madam Rong: …
Another session?
"Are you sure your dad isn't gasping for air … but is rather asleep?"
She dared not go forward to check.
Such an act by her daughter … if it were ancient times, it would be considered patricide!
Since she was young, she had been too lenient with her.
