After thinking about this, she kindly advised, "If you want treatment, first put down the whip, then take three deep breaths to calm yourself down before we talk about your diagnosis."
Lin Sisi's face swelled with anger, gripping the whip tightly, and glaring at her. "Let go of the whip? No way! If you dare to look down on me, despise me, I'll whip you to death first!"
Su Yurou smirked on the side, reveling in schadenfreude.
Lin Sisi was the only daughter of the great general of the Flying Rider, and she had been arrogant and domineering since she was young. The lingering scars on her face made her temper even more explosive. Anyone who spoke impolitely to her would be immediately beaten up.
Whether Su Yingxue could cure her was a different matter. With Lin Sisi's temper, she would undoubtedly get a beating first.
Imagining Su Yingxue getting beaten up made Su Yurou feel exceptionally satisfied.
