The onlookers held their breaths as they watched the scene. The atmosphere was a little tense.
Next, Chi Jiao placed a few needles on Old Master Meng’s forehead.
From head to toe, Old Master Meng had a total of nine needles on him.
This was Chi Jiao’s exclusive therapy.
Coupled with the medicine she had given him, the effects were excellent.
Old Master Meng endured the immense pain with gritted teeth as he remained motionless.
When the surrounding onlookers saw Old Master Meng’s face gradually turning pale and his forehead covered in a cold sweat, they couldn’t help but start to have second thoughts.
Would this really work?
Why did Old Master Meng look even worse than before?
“Grandpa Meng looks like he’s in a lot of pain.” Huo Wanwan couldn’t help but speak again. She looked at him worriedly and then at Chi Jiao. “Chi Jiao, is your method really effective? Can’t you see that Grandpa Meng is enduring a lot of pain right now?”
Chi Jiao’s eyes were calm as she turned to look at her indifferently. “He’ll be fine.”
Just as Huo Wanwan was about to say something, Yan Qingqing’s cold voice was heard again. “Huo Wanwan, try treating Old Master Meng instead if you can. If you can’t, then shut your mouth and stop talking.”
Huo Wanwan was really afraid of Yan Qingqing. She immediately shut her mouth, but her eyes filled with unwillingness.
She couldn’t say any vulgar words as and when she wanted like Yan Qingqing.
She was a delicate lady.
Delicate ladies didn’t curse, so she could only endure it.
Seeing that Huo Wanwan had stopped, Yan Qingqing snorted coldly.
The huge hall fell into silence as everyone’s attention was focused on Old Master Meng.
Old Master Meng felt like his left leg was on fire. It hurt and felt a little itchy.
“Grandpa Meng, hold on a little longer. When I remove the needles, you won’t be in pain anymore,” Chi Jiao said gently to him.
The girl’s soft voice sounded comforting. Old Master Meng endured the immense pain and agreed with a trembling voice.
Another five minutes passed.
Chi Jiao started to take out the needles.
After taking off all nine needles, Old Master Meng felt a metallic taste in his throat.
Immediately after, he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood was black and emitted a faint stench.
“Dad!” When Meng He and Meng Xueqing saw that Old Master Meng had vomited blood, they immediately walked to the sofa and shouted nervously.
The other members of the Meng family also surrounded them.
When Huo Wanwan saw Old Master Meng vomiting blood, a look of schadenfreude flashed across her eyes. She looked at Chi Jiao and said, “Chi Jiao, you’ve treated Old Master Meng so badly that he’s vomiting blood! What are your intentions?”
These words seemed to be questioning Chi Jiao.
In reality, she wanted to shift everyone’s attention to her.
The reporters who had originally aimed their cameras at Old Master Meng immediately turned their cameras to Chi Jiao.
Many people also looked at her with condemnation.
“This lady is so young. How can she be so muddle-headed? She’s taking other people’s lives as a joke.”
“Old Master Meng’s condition earlier was already a little off. Now, he’s vomiting blood.”
“If he vomited blood, it must be serious. Why isn’t the Meng family calling for an ambulance?”
“…”
No matter how the discussions went, Chi Jiao remained calm and composed.