Yao Menghan was truly panicked.
She knew very well the state of her own body.
The medicine the doctors had prescribed before no longer worked; every day she was in so much pain that she wanted to die, sometimes even forgetting her lines during filming.
If this continued, she really doubted whether she would die prematurely during the prime of her life.
"You, you're saying all this, does it mean you have a way?"
Yao Menghan swallowed thickly, sweat already beading on the tip of her nose, her beautiful eyes filled with a longing for health.
She already lacked for nothing, with plenty of money and numerous accolades to her name.
So, for her, the most important thing was her health.
"Yes."
Chen Ziyang affirmed with a nod.
Yao Menghan excitedly said, "Then can you please prescribe some medicine for me? Rest assured, money is not an issue!"
If she hadn't been driven to desperation, Yao Menghan wouldn't have so readily believed a man she had just met by chance.
