Yang Ming was taken aback by Meng Ling's response. "How else do you expect to get your hand treated?" he asked before he could stop himself. "Are you forgetting that the drug is still being developed?"
Thanks to the erroneous data that Yao Ran had provided earlier, the research operations had been derailed. Even now, he was hard-pressed to coax the girl into giving him the correct information they needed. He knew he was about to succeed, too, but Meng Ling just had to burst his bubble.
Meng Ling raised her hand and waved it in front of his face. "You mean this hand? Sorry to disappoint you, but it's already been cured. In fact, it's in better shape than before. Isn't it great? If your research succeeds, then both of our families would benefit. But if not… Well, my family and I wouldn't lose much sleep over it."
