She lowered her gaze, covertly sizing up the man with a commanding presence. Backlit, his tall stature and lean waist were outlined. It affirmed the common saying: handsome men often had long faces, and with legs as long and straight as a comic book character’s, he was simply an unparalleled beauty. No wonder Song Pianlan wanted to marry him. He was simply too handsome!
However, his peerlessly handsome face was etched with an air of keeping others a thousand miles away. His entire being exuded a solitary and noble aura, as if he were a man full of stories, a fascinating book inviting interpretation.
"Have you had your fill of looking?"
A warning voice suddenly sounded beside her ear.
Mo Yinhe’s superior gaze instantly locked onto Si Mingjing, who dared to scrutinize him so brazenly.
Si Mingjing quickly changed the subject. "Mr. Mo, if my calculations are correct, you must have had this illness for four or five years, right? Because it has dragged on for so long, I can only suppress your cough temporarily. A complete cure, I’m afraid, will take two or three months."
Mo Yinhe remained silent, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, watching her with an inscrutable expression as he listened to her bold claims and extravagant promises. If a two or three-month treatment could cure him, would he have allowed it to drag on until now?
Ye Shen, however, jumped up excitedly. "Miss Si, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that my brother’s illness can actually be cured?"
"Is it difficult?" Si Mingjing countered instead of answering.
Ye Shen swallowed hard... Of course, it was difficult! His brother had contracted this illness five years ago while saving his sister-in-law. Despite consulting numerous famous doctors, they couldn’t find a cure. Even the Song Family patriarch could only slow its progression. And yet, this Miss Si was asking if it was difficult? Could she be any more arrogant?!!!
Ye Shen was genuinely shocked, his eyes lighting up. "Miss Si, can you really cure my brother’s illness? Wait, you came from Prison Star, that wild land probably doesn’t even have a proper clinic. How could you possess medical skills?"
"I learned from a prisoner."
"Are there hidden dragons and crouching tigers among the prisoners?"
Si Mingjing’s lips curved slightly. Of course. There were many notorious talents among the prisoners sent to Prison Star. They enjoyed forcing her to learn various things, relentlessly pushing her as their final successor. Among them was the Song Family patriarch’s senior fellow disciple, the esteemed Poison Doctor...
Judging by Si Mingjing’s expression, could it really be true? Ye Shen was overjoyed. "Miss Si, could you please treat my brother? Rest assured, if you can cure my brother’s illness, you will definitely not be treated unfairly regarding the consultation fee."
Si Mingjing thought to herself, Even if you didn’t offer me a fee, I wouldn’t hesitate to intercept this opportunity for the second time! I will not give Song Pianlan the chance to marry into this family, allowing the Song Family to climb even higher. I returned to Earth to avenge my mother. I won’t let a single member of the Song Family go, so how could I watch them climb even higher and create another powerful enemy for myself?
"Mr. Mo’s illness, although time-consuming to treat, should be curable. Three months will be enough," Si Mingjing stated, her voice calm and confident.
Mo Yinhe, however, remained unmoved and skeptical.
Si Mingjing, skilled in reading people, replied with a bright smile, "Mr. Mo, I know that in traditional medicine, the older the practitioner, the more sought after they are. I am too young, and you might not trust me. Why not give me a one-week trial period? Within that week, I guarantee that you will no longer cough up blood. How does that sound? However, I have one condition."
Mo Yinhe suddenly narrowed his eyes, his deep, cold voice exuding the inherent pressure of a superior. If this woman dared to make marriage a condition, he wouldn’t hesitate to snap her neck on the spot and make an example of her!