Yang Muxue's slender eyebrows knitted lightly, she bit her nails, her heart torn with strife.
"Chen Ziyang, if you're not confident in curing my illness, I advise you it's best to rise and leave now," she said.
After a long time, she spoke solemnly, "Once you step past this screen, you only have one path to survival! That is to cure me!"
Chen Ziyang smiled.
Clearly, forcing her to face a man bare had touched her bottom line.
"If you don't trust me, I can leave right now."
Chen Ziyang smiled as he stood up, casually turning around.
"Stop right there!"
Seeing Chen Ziyang truly about to leave, Yang Muxue grew somewhat anxious.
An opportunity for recovery was far too precious for her.
The diagnosis Chen Ziyang had just given her had made her realize, this young man truly had real skills.
"Sister Xue, do you have any other instructions?"
Chen Ziyang turned around, facing the screen.
Yang Muxue gritted her teeth and, after a full minute, she steeled her heart.
