In the midst of the silence, Qi Xibei let out a laugh that shattered the atmosphere.
"So that's what it is," she scoffed. "One month? Are you sure?"
Yang Mo's face turned as dark as a pot, and she glared at Qi Xibei with a cold expression.
"Yes, one month. I guarantee it! In one month's time, I can cure Mr. Zhang!"
After examining Zhang Xun's body earlier that day, Yang Mo had made up her mind.
Although she couldn't guarantee a complete recovery within a month, it wasn't too far-fetched.
She could assure that there would be noticeable improvements in his condition after a month of treatment. So, she wasn't technically lying.
After a month had passed, Zhang Xun would become aware of the changes in his body.
At that time, he would naturally continue seeking treatment from her.
