So he chose a roundabout tactic.
"Ah, this cure," he said with a laugh, "is complicated in one sense, and simple in another."
"What do you mean?"
"It's simple because I can cure your illness with my medicine, but the difficult part is that you must trust me enough."
"Me?" Mrs. Han pursed her lips. "Trust you?"
She was clearly hesitant, but this was hardly blameworthy. After all, Jiang Lu was just a minor Qi Cultivator with a vastly different social status, and they had only met by chance, a fleeting encounter. To expect trust to be established so quickly was, of course, not an easy task.
But Jiang Lu seized this point, establishing in Mrs. Han's mind the image of a genius young man skilled in medicine who only asked for trust, greatly valuing emotions.
As per the usual scenario, what wealthy women in the gaming world lacked most was the emotional value provided by a pure yet powerful young man.
