Kong Qingfeng cleared his throat, looking proud: "I am a professor of acupuncture at the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Today, we are offering free consultations, not charging a penny. Just let me perform acupuncture on your grandson, and his headache will be cured. When you get home, give him some cold medicine, and he'll be completely well. But whatever you do, don't believe certain people's nonsense, claiming it's because of eating something wrong. It's pitifully ignorant."
Kong Qingfeng's last two sentences were directed at Xu Xiangbei. He glared at Xu Xiangbei with disdain, but Xu Xiangbei just had a smirk on his face, looking at him cheekily.
The grandmother exclaimed with joy, "Miracle doctor, please quickly perform acupuncture on my grandson."
"Alright, don't worry. You're lucky to have run into me today. If you went to a Western doctor, he'd be fine for days after IV infusions, but the headache would still be there."
