When Gao Qing heard this, he grabbed Mo Zhu's hand excitedly and asked in disbelief, "Ms. Mo, are you really confident in curing my illness?"
Although Gao Qing did not use much strength, Mo Zhu was not used to physical contact with unfamiliar people. She calmly retracted her hand from the old man's hand and said calmly, "As long as you cooperate with the treatment, there won't be a big problem."
When Gao Qing heard this, he could not help but laugh happily. A moment later, as if he had thought of something, he frowned slightly and asked, "I remember that the last time you came to the Gao family, you did not say that you wanted to treat me. Why did you suddenly tell my nephew that you want to treat me?"
Mo Zhu raised her eyebrows and gently placed her hand on Gao Qing's wrist. As she took the old man's pulse, she replied, "I was entrusted by someone to do it."
