Jie Jingjue suddenly felt he had gravely misplaced his trust. He had assumed Qin Mei came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, which would explain her overwhelming confidence.
"If she says she can, she can." Jie Jingchen's deep voice was filled with conviction.
"Fourth Brother, I feel like we're just grasping at straws here," Jie Jingjue said, his voice laced with helplessness.
「An hour and a half later.」
Qin Mei opened the door. Jie Jingchen and Jie Jingjue rushed toward her at the same time, asking urgently, "How is she?"
Beads of sweat dotted Qin Mei's forehead. A few damp strands of hair clung to her flushed cheeks. Her eyes shimmered with a captivating, alluring charm.
"The medicine?" Qin Mei asked Jie Jingjue.
"I'll go get it." Jie Jingjue turned and ran toward the kitchen.
"Are you all right?" Concern was woven into Jie Jingchen's deep voice.
