693 Treatment
âIf you donât believe me, I canât do anything about it.â
Jiang Ming shrugged helplessly.
Why were these people always so suspicious of his motives? Doctors were here to save people. Why would they harm people?
That would be completely against their oath.
Hearing Jiang Mingâs words, Jiang Wan Ziwen hesitated. She clenched her fists and lowered her head, not knowing what to do.
âI wonât give you time to think about it. If you donât want to be treated, I wonât force you.â
Jiang Ming turned around and was about to leave.
He still wanted to drink more tea. The tea was quite good.
Seeing that Jiang Ming was about to leave, Jiang Wan Ziwen could not help but get anxious. She quickly stood up and shouted at Jiang Ming, âNing Caichen, wait!â
She felt helpless.
Why was Ning Caichen leaving so soon?
Why didnât he try to persuade her to accept the treatment?
Jiang Ming stopped and turned to look at Jiang Wan Ziwen with a faint smile. âMs. Jiang, have you thought about it?â
He felt a little weird.
Was Jiang Wan Ziwen afraid that he would kill her?
However, it seemed like she had changed her mind and wanted him to treat her.
Jiang Wan Ziwen was still hesitant. She lowered his head and said, âNing Caichen, can you let me think about it?â
Jiang Ming felt sympathy for Jiang Wan Ziwen, so he nodded and said, âOkay, but I wonât give you much time. You have fifteen minutes.â
Jiang Wan Ziwenâs heart trembled when she heard that she only had fifteen minutes left.
Why did Ning Caichen give her so little time? How could she think about it in such a short amount of time?
Thinking of this, Jiang Wan Ziwen wanted to buy herself more time, but Jiang Ming seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said carefully, âYou only have fifteen minutes. You canât buy more time. Donât even think about it.â
âAh!â Jiang Wan Ziwen felt helpless. In the end, she could only sigh and say, âNing Caichen, Iâve thought about it. Iâm willing to let you treat me. I hope you can treat me.â
Jiang Wan Ziwen realized how dire the situation was.
She had to come out now, and she had no choice.
This disease had been bothering her for many years. When Jiang Wan Ziwen thought of those painful experiences and being laughed at, her whole body trembled.
She was unhappy and did not want to be troubled by this illness anymore.
âAlright, since youâre willing to trust me, I wonât let you down. However, if I canât cure you, thereâs nothing I can do. I can only try.â
Jiang Ming gave Jiang Wan Ziwen a warning in advance so that she could be mentally prepared.
Jiang Wan Ziwen clenched her fists. She felt that her illness was not likely to be cured, so she gave up and said, âItâs okay. Itâs up to you.â
Jiang Ming understood Jiang Wan Ziwenâs attitude and comforted her. âYour illness can definitely be cured. Iâll do my best.â
Jiang Wan Ziwen was stunned. She looked at Jiang Ming and felt warmth bloom in her chest. âThank you, Ning Caichen.â
She suddenly felt that Ning Caichen seemed to be a good person. Moreover, he would make a great friend.
Thinking of this, Jiang Wan Ziwen raised her head and sincerely said to Jiang Ming, âNing Caichen, what happened before ess unacceptable. I was too rude. Thank you for being willing to tolerate me.â
Hearing Jiang Wan Ziwenâs words, Jiang Ming let bygones be bygones. He said gently, âItâs all in the past. Itâs nothing. Donât overthink.â
Jiang Wan Ziwenâs heart was filled with warmth as she looked at Jiang Ming.
She suddenly felt very lucky to have met Ning Caichen.
âAll of you, leave for a moment.â
After thinking for a bit, Jiang Ming looked at everyone.
Jiang Wan Ziwen did not want to be humiliated further. No matter what, they had to give her some privacy.
Everyone could understand what Jiang Ming said. They glanced at Jiang Wan Ziwen and then left one after another.
Jiang Wan Ziwen breathed a sigh of relief and felt better.
Ning Caichenâs actions really touched her.
Jiang Ming walked closer to Jiang Wan Ziwen and approached her face. He said gently, âTake off your veil. As for your injured face, Iâll keep it a secret from others.â
Jiang Wan Ziwenâs turned red. âOkay, I understand.â
Jiang Ming carefully took off Jiang Wan Ziwenâs veil.
The pustules and pimples on Jiang Wan Ziwenâs face were clearly displayed in front of him. It looked extremely terrifying.
âDonât lookâ¦â
Jiang Wan Ziwen could not help but cover her face.
She was in so much pain that her hands were trembling.
This was the first time someone had seen her ugly side.
Even the princess, Zhu Asi, and the others had not seen her like this.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Itâll be cured in a while. Donât cover your face.â
Jiang Ming sighed.
Jiang Wan Ziwen was quite pitiful. This illness was a curse and would definitely affect her future.
Hearing Jiang Mingâs words, Jiang Wan Ziwen could not help but feel comforted. She slowly put down her hands.
Seeing Jiang Wan Ziwen like this, Jiang Ming heaved a sigh of relief. He picked up the silver needles he had used before and wiped them with a handkerchief.
Jiang Wan Ziwen became nervous, and her body trembled even more.
Seeing Jiang Wan Ziwen like this, Jiang Ming frowned. âYou canât shake like this. I canât continue the acupuncture. Donât tremble. Calm down. Everything will pass.â
Jiang Ming tried his best to calm Jiang Wan Ziwen down.
Jiang Wan Ziwen raised her eyebrows. She steeled herself, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. âNing Caichen, Iâm ready. Come on.â
Jiang Ming understood what Jiang Wan Ziwen meant. He immediately inserted the silver needles into Jiang Wan Ziwenâs forehead from the temple to the bridge of her nose.
He had used all the silver needles.
Jiang Wan Ziwenâs symptoms were similar to those of the strange man from before, but it was a hereditary illness and not a late-stage illness.
Therefore, after the treatment with the silver needles, he still had to concoct some medicine to stabilize Jiang Wan Ziwenâs condition.
After two hours, Jiang Ming pulled out the silver needles in order.
The pustules on Jiang Wan Ziwenâs face immediately flowed out with blood and pus, but it was not a lot.
Jiang Wan Ziwen felt some pain, but the pain was getting worse. She could not bear it for a moment, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.
She knew that this was an illness that she had to go through. When her face recovered, she would be happy and carefree.
After another fifteen minutes, Jiang Ming carefully wiped the blood off the pustules.