Thinking of how from an early age she was always complimented on her beauty, she unexpectedly felt a sense of relief when she encountered Third Young Master Qin.
"I told you I'm fine. Those pugilist swindlers have been shoving medicine down my throat every day. They've practically flipped me inside out with their nonsense," the fat old man complained angrily.
"If you don't get medical attention soon, your life will be at risk," Mo Ziwan replied coldly.
"What, even you're a fraud?" the old man exclaimed, his eyes wide. He seemed genuinely alarmed.
Feeling increasingly incensed at having her expertise questioned, Ziwan asked, "Indigestion, constant retching, loss of appetite, am I right?"
"That seems about right," the old man answered, beaming. He had experienced these symptoms, but he didn't think much of it. "As you age, these things naturally happen," he explained.
"There are lumps on your body that neither hurt nor itch, right?"