Her Suitcase Was Forced Open

Inside the Principal's office, Zhang Chengyong was sitting with his eyes closed on the sofa, several acupuncture needles sticking out from various points on his head, and the pained expression once on his face was no longer visible. "Absolutely miraculous." "When my old ailments flare up and I can't bear them, I usually go to Ming Shan Hall to have Pharmacist Lao administer a few acupuncture treatments, but the effects aren't even half as fast as this treatment." "As a hereditary disease, coupled with old age, a complete cure is unlikely but it's quite possible to alleviate symptoms and reduce the frequency of attacks." Upon hearing Mo Shu's words, Zhang Chengyong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up rigidly, "What did you just say?" He stared intently at Mo Shu. Mo Shu did not repeat herself, she simply poured herself a cup of tea and drank it. Zhang Chengyong calmed his excited heart a bit. "Do you know what Pharmacist Lao told me? Don't even mention reducing the frequency of attacks.