Equally adept at navigating the world, already seeing through Catherine's thoughts, Yang Yan smiled gently at her:
"Don't worry! I really have some clues about your illness, and I'm confident I can cure it."
"Tomorrow, have little Buman come to my shop, and I'll give him some medicine. After you take it, you'll feel much better."
"At the very least, it will allow you to be like a normal person for a short time, not lying in bed feeling so weak."
Hearing Yang Yan's words, Catherine's body visibly trembled.
She seriously stared at Yang Yan's face, examining it for a while, as if trying to determine whether his words were true or false.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Yang Yan asked with a smile.
"No, tomorrow I'll have Buman go over. But for now, I might not be able to pay your consultation fee."
Catherine said earnestly.
Yang Yan didn't say anything, just chuckled dryly.
