Although she didn't know Zhang Qiang's identity, she could tell he and Er Zhu had a good relationship.
Er Zhu had always been a kind and helpful person. He would surely find it difficult to refuse a friend's request, which was why he reluctantly agreed to let the person stay.
However, if she stayed, it would not only waste Er Zhu's time but also damage his reputation.
"Alright, Er Niang, I can cure this illness. You two don't need to get involved in this matter."
Seeing Zhang Qiang's pleading gaze, Er Zhu pulled Sun Er Niang over. Just as Sun Er Niang was about to speak, he gently reassured her.
Hearing Er Zhu say this, Sun Er Niang, though suspicious, didn't ask further and quietly stepped aside.
"Er Zhu, don't push yourself. This kind of illness is incurable. Keeping him will only harm your reputation."
"Exactly. A doctor is a doctor, and a psychologist is a psychologist. These are two different professions. Don't think we don't understand!"
"Er Zhu, stop pretending. It's not shameful to not be able to cure this illness!"
Hearing Er Zhu's words, a few villagers jeered sarcastically. The other villagers were angry but didn't know how to refute them for the moment.
"Alright, it's getting late. Everyone should go home."
Seeing the woman getting more and more agitated, Er Zhu couldn't be bothered with the villagers and waved his hand impatiently.
"We're not leaving. You said you can cure her, so show us!"
"Yeah, if you can't cure it, don't f—king pretend. We can't afford to lose face with you!"
"Exactly. People are never satisfied. They're already so rich, yet they still pretend all day long!"
...
Seeing that Er Zhu remained silent, the villagers assumed he was at fault, their attitudes becoming even more arrogant, and their taunts more venomous.
"Alright, what are you guys arguing about? When has Er Zhu ever pretended? How many times have you been proven wrong yourselves? How dare you mock Er Zhu? Without Er Zhu, you wouldn't even have enough to eat!"
"That's right! What Er Zhu has is not pretense, it's skill. If you have the ability, come forward. If not, shut up. You don't do anything productive all day, yet you're so capable of this!"
...
Seeing some villagers mocking Er Zhu, Sun Er Niang and others couldn't stand it and cursed angrily.
Instantly, the villagers of Shiliu Village split into two factions, hurling insults at each other. The atmosphere was charged with tension!
"Daddy, Huahua is scared!" The woman, who had been singing and dancing, heard the argument escalating and ran behind Zhang Qiang in fear, looking at these people warily.
"Er Zhu, why don't you treat her now? If this continues, her condition will worsen."
Zhang Qiang gently patted the woman's shoulder and then leaned closer to Er Zhu to discuss.
Er Zhu didn't speak, merely nodding slightly. Zhang Qiang then coaxed the woman to lie down on the sofa.
On the other side, while the villagers were arguing heatedly, a villager suddenly noticed Er Zhu taking out silver needles. Instantly, the voices ceased, and everyone's gaze turned to Er Zhu.
Everyone watched with bated breath. The atmosphere in the room instantly became tense. Seeing the silver needles, the woman struggled fiercely, and Zhang Qiang and the others could barely hold her down!
*Whoosh!*
Just as the woman was about to break free, the silver needle pierced her forehead. She rolled her eyes and immediately fainted.
"Phew, your medical skills are truly remarkable. Otherwise, it would have been difficult."
Seeing the woman faint, Zhang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Er Zhu with admiration.
In his life, he had never admired anyone. Er Zhu was one of them!
This guy had excellent medical skills, was skilled in combat, possessed a sense of justice, and had good judgment. He was practically perfect!
If it weren't for his reluctance to give up his police uniform, he would have wanted to work with Er Zhu.
Er Zhu didn't speak. He took out another silver needle and inserted it into the corresponding acupoint on her head. The woman seemed to be having a nightmare, frowning and shaking her head incessantly.
Er Zhu gently twirled the silver needle, channeling a large amount of his true qi into the woman's brain. This was the most severe condition he had encountered!
The true qi was now enveloping the damaged nerves, but the repair was proceeding very slowly, so slowly that even Er Zhu couldn't discern the speed of the repair!
Time ticked by, and the woman's head was filled with silver needles. Under the influence of the true qi, the needles vibrated gently. However, the vibration was so subtle that no one but Er Zhu could see it.
"Alright, this will take forty-nine days to show results. You can all leave now."
After performing a final maneuver, Er Zhu's true qi was significantly depleted. Cold sweat had even broken out on his forehead, yet his gaze remained unfettered.
"Fine, we'll be back in forty-nine days. I'd like to see how she recovers!"
As soon as Er Zhu finished speaking, a villager snorted, uttered this parting shot, and turned to leave.
The villagers who had been mocking Er Zhu also left after issuing their threats. They thought these words could intimidate Er Zhu, but they didn't realize Er Zhu didn't care about their words at all.
Sun Er Niang and the others also comforted Er Zhu a few words before leaving one after another. Although they believed in Er Zhu, they weren't entirely confident themselves.
After all, this illness was too peculiar!
However, even if they were proven wrong, they would accept it. This kind of congenital mental illness was incurable anyway, so being proven wrong wouldn't be shameful.
"You two stay here and watch. I need to go back to my room for something."
After all the villagers had left, Er Zhu glanced indifferently at the woman and headed upstairs, saying this.
At this moment, he had consumed too much true qi. If he didn't cultivate promptly, he might collapse right there.
After cultivating for half an hour, Er Zhu felt much better. He instructed Zhang Qiang and the others to carry the woman to the guest room, and then they sat back on the sofa in the living room.
"Er Zhu, after forty-nine days, we just need to remove the silver needles, and she'll be fine, right?"
After a long silence, Zhang Qiang finally couldn't help but voice his concerns.
This case was extremely serious and had a significant social impact. The bureau had instructed them to solve it within a deadline, and they didn't have much time to wait!
"It's not fine, but it will show results. After all, she has congenital mental illness. Full recovery will take a year!"
Er Zhu shook his head, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the woman's room as he spoke slowly.
"Alright, we'll see then. You go about your business, and we'll take care of her. Just come by when you have time."
Zhang Qiang wanted to say something more, but considering the peculiar nature of the illness, he swallowed the words that were about to be spoken.
They had come seeking Er Zhu's help, and it would be too much to make further demands.
Er Zhu remained silent, nodding thoughtfully. A deathly silence once again fell upon the room.
To replenish his spiritual energy quickly, Er Zhu went to Old Tang's antique shop.
Looking at the antiques radiating spiritual energy, a slight smile played on Er Zhu's lips...