Hearing that Ye Qiu got that five-million-dollar check by treating someone, Zhao Ruxue seemed even more curious.
"You can treat illnesses?"
She was not busy at work at the moment, so it was a good opportunity to inquire about things outside of work.
Ye Qiu looked at Zhao Ruxue, who suddenly felt a blush creeping onto her face as this young man's gaze settled on her.
"What are you looking at?"
Feeling scrutinized under Ye Qiu's gaze, Zhao Ruxue felt as if she had been seen through.
"You have a psychological issue, as well as a physical ailment."
As for what Zhao Ruxue's psychological issue was, Ye Qiu could not tell, because he was only able to absorb the soul consciousness of the deceased, not that of the living.
However, he could tell from Zhao Ruxue's face that she did have a psychological issue.
