The whole family was most interested in this topic. Everyone, except for Mo Yinhe, watched Si Mingjing with eager eyes.
In fact, while cleaning that afternoon, Si Mingjing had already been pondering the treatment plan.
She had two treatment plans in mind. One was quite conventional and wouldn’t show significant effects in the early stages. The other was a bold, risky approach that would yield immediate results.
She only had a one-week trial period. She had to demonstrate her abilities to Mo Yinhe during this time and ensure Old Master Song had no chance for a comeback.
Therefore, Si Mingjing chose the bold approach, a strategy of surviving by venturing into a perilous situation. The only complication was that she needed Mo Yinhe to touch her Dragon Horns.
Unfortunately, Dragon Horns were not something that could be casually touched by others.
To preempt Old Master Song, Si Mingjing steeled her heart and said, "Mr. Mo, your illness has dragged on for too long. The prescription I’ll be writing for the first three days might be quite potent. After taking it, you may suffer from persistent high fever at night, profuse sweating, and unbearable chills."
After speaking, she looked up at Mo Yinhe, who was dining gracefully. "But rest assured, after three days of this herbal medicine, you will only need acupuncture and won’t have to take any more medication."
However, while she had the capability to make such a bold move, whether Mo Yinhe would grant her this trust depended on him.
Si Mingjing frowned slightly. Mo Yinhe might not trust me; he’s been skeptical of my abilities from the start.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yinhe looked up at her and said, "For this week, I’ll entrust my life to you."
His statement meant she was free to prescribe whatever she deemed necessary.
This trust wasn’t given to her personally. Rather, because she had saved his son’s life, he felt compelled to give her a chance to demonstrate her capabilities.
Si Mingjing was both surprised and thrilled. This man is so commanding and truly willing to take risks!
Song Pianlan really has good taste, she thought.
This man is more than just a little handsome!
Si Mingjing said, "Mr. Mo, a week from now, you will realize that your trust in me today was well-placed!"
The Old Madam actually had her concerns. However, remembering that Si Mingjing had managed to cure her great-grandson, she wanted to give her a chance. People online claimed she was a good-for-nothing from Prison Star, and the Old Madam hoped Si Mingjing would demonstrate her true skills and fiercely prove the netizens wrong.
"Exactly, exactly, Miss Si! Just go ahead with the treatment without any concerns. My grandson has an iron constitution; a little fever and some sweating won’t be too much for him to handle!"
Afterward, the Old Madam chatted with her.
They talked about her life on Prison Star. Si Mingjing only shared some interesting local customs and anecdotes, making the Old Madam laugh heartily.
While the Old Madam laughed, she also formed a judgment. This girl is quite good—optimistic and open-minded. Even in adversity, she doesn’t wallow in self-pity or lament her fate, but manages to find joy amidst hardship. That’s especially precious.
Perhaps that’s just how people are, the Old Madam mused. Once you have a good first impression, you tend to see everything about them in a favorable light.
"Mingjing, if you cure my grandson, I’ll take care of your marriage arrangements," the Old Madam said. She had switched from calling her "Miss Si," which felt too distant, to using her first name. She even promised to play matchmaker for her—a favorite pastime of seniors.
Si Mingjing was slightly startled. "Ah?"
Why is everyone so concerned about my marriage? she wondered.
The daughter of a murderer, huh...
Si Mingjing lowered her head and continued eating without speaking. Just this identity alone would make most families unwilling to accept a girl like me. That’s the reality.
After the meal, Si Mingjing wrote a prescription and handed it to Mo Yinhe.
"Mr. Mo, please take this prescription and have someone prepare three doses of the medicine. Decoct one dose each day and drink it before bed. Additionally, for these three nights, it would be best to have someone stay by your side to care for you. If you don’t mind, I am available to help at any time."
Mo Yinhe was like a repeller of women, refusing to let any take advantage of a perceived vulnerability. What could be more agonizing than this constant yearning? he thought.