"Bingbing, what did Young Master Qin say about your condition? I was so busy today, I couldn't get away to ask sooner," Zhao Ruoying's concerned voice came through the phone.
"Mrs. Zhao, is this Qin Long really that miraculous?"
"He said he was powerless to help." Han Bing bit her red lip, her voice laced with resentment.
"This… I don't really understand your illness. But if even Young Master Qin is powerless, then no one in the world can cure you," Zhao Ruoying said with finality.
Han Bing's heart went cold. Is that cripple, Qin Long, really that incredible?
"I consulted countless medical masters for my precious daughter's illness, but it was all to no avail. I was so tormented that I'd lost all hope," Zhao Ruoying explained, highlighting Qin Long's abilities. "Yet Young Master Qin only needed a short amount of time with his Golden Needle Acupuncture to completely cure my Xiaotong in just two sessions."
