"Mum, I can help book a specialist appointment, that's not a problem, but, but—"
Old Lady Zhang's son-in-law was somewhat at a loss for words.
He was a surgeon, and back in his medical school days, he dissected countless mice.
He had also been taught by senior cadaver teachers, and there were more than one or two deceased patients whom he'd handled but failed to resuscitate.
Therefore, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods at all.
His mother-in-law was good in every aspect, except that she was overly superstitious.
If the old lady lit an Everlasting Lamp at the Taoist Temple or asked for a peace charm, one could say it was a form of belief, a kind of psychological comfort.
But, to listen to a swindler speak of ghosts possessing the body and being tainted with yin energy, that was a bit troublesome.
