"You just said you can help me get rid of the scar. Is that true?" the woman asked.
Before Ye Qiu could reply, Dr. Wang cut in sharply:
"Ms. Lin, don't listen to his nonsense. Maoshan talismans are nothing but feudal superstition. They can't possibly remove your scar."
The woman looked at Dr. Wang and said calmly:
"Are you Ye Qiu?"
Dr. Wang laughed awkwardly. "Ms. Lin, don't tease me. How could I be Ye Qiu?"
"If you're not Ye Qiu," she said coldly, "then what right do you have to answer when I'm asking him?"
An overwhelming, domineering aura suddenly radiated from her. Her eyes turned sharp and piercing.
Sweat broke out on Dr. Wang's forehead at once.
Ye Qiu stared at her in surprise.
At this moment, her aura was just like Bai Bing's—only fiercer, more ruthless.
He couldn't help wondering: Who exactly was this woman?
Dr. Wang wiped his sweat and stammered an apology.
The woman paid him no mind. She turned back to Ye Qiu with a curious smile, her expression completely different from a second before.
"What are these Maoshan talismans you mentioned?"
"Maoshan talismans are a profound mystical art with incredible effects," Ye Qiu explained. "People who don't understand them call it superstition. Those who know its power regard it as a divine skill."
"Can they really remove my scar completely?" she asked again.
"Yes," Ye Qiu said with absolute certainty.
The Complete Collection of Maoshan Talismans recorded exactly such a spell: the Scar-Removal Talisman.
Once activated, it could erase scars in a very short time and restore the skin to its original state.
"How long will it take?"
She thought: If it was a year or so, that was fine. But if it took three or five years, she would never be able to wear short skirts again.
Ye Qiu thought for a moment. "About ten minutes."
"What?!" The woman stared at him in shock.
Ye Qiu thought she was unhappy with how long it would take. He quickly added:
"If I focus harder… maybe five minutes."
The woman froze, completely unable to believe it.
At the same time, the interns behind Dr. Wang began to mock him loudly:
"Ye Qiu, who do you think you're fooling?"
"Remove a scar completely in five minutes? Do you think we know nothing about medicine, or that you have godlike powers?"
"You're spouting nonsense! Dr. Wang is a medical expert, and even he can't do it. What could a mere care worker possibly do?"
"Maoshan talismans? Ha! Why not just say you know Longhushan secret arts?"
"I do know a bit of Longhushan arts," Ye Qiu said solemnly. "They just don't work for scar removal."
The inheritance from the Ye Clan ancestor included countless mystical techniques, among them Longhushan secret arts.
The intern laughed out loud. "Hahaha, you're killing me! If I asked you if you know feng shui, would you also say you know a little?"
Ye Qiu nodded. "Yes, I know a bit of feng shui too."
"If you're so amazing," the intern sneered, "why did you plagiarize Young Master Guo's medical records?"
"I didn't plagiarize!" Ye Qiu glared at him.
"If you didn't," the intern shot back, "why were you demoted to a care worker?"
Ye Qiu was left speechless, his face flushing red with anger.
"I didn't copy anything! Guo Shaocong framed me—"
"Enough." Dr. Wang was growing impatient. He shot Ye Qiu a cold look.
"You're done here. Get out."
"Wait." The woman spoke again. She looked deeply into Ye Qiu's eyes.
"Can I trust you?"
In that moment, Ye Qiu knew his chance had come.
He met her gaze directly and said earnestly:
"You can trust me. I will not let you down."
"When can you treat me?"
"Anytime."
"Then do it now," the woman said. "If you really can remove my scar completely, I will reward you handsomely."
Dr. Wang quickly stepped in:
"Ms. Lin, medical treatment is no joke! You can't act so recklessly. Ye Qiu is just a care worker—he knows nothing about real medicine."
The woman turned to Ye Qiu. "If it doesn't work, will it harm me at all?"
"Even if it fails, there will be no damage or side effects," Ye Qiu said.
She then looked at Dr. Wang, her voice icy:
"You heard him. No harm if it doesn't work. So why not let him try?"
"But—"
"But you have no solution, do you?"
Dr. Wang fell silent at once.
"If you can't help me," she continued, "why are you stopping him? Just because he's a care worker? Or do you have some ulterior motive?"
Her tone turned sharp and dangerous.
Dr. Wang jumped in fright.
"Ms. Lin, don't misunderstand! I only worried he might fail you. I have no other intentions."
"You'd better not," she warned.
In an instant, her face softened again into a charming, playful smile.
"Hurry and treat me, little brother."
Her mood changed faster than flipping a page.
Ye Qiu nodded quietly, staying alert.
This woman was unpredictable. He must not offend her, or he would pay dearly.
He first fetched a bowl of water.
He held out his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and traced invisible symbols above the bowl while muttering a low incantation. Only a fragment was audible: "…urgent as the law commands."
"Charlatan!" one intern snorted.
The others also wore looks of contempt.
In their eyes, healing required injections, medicine, or surgery.
Maoshan talismans were nothing but cheap tricks.
Three minutes later, Ye Qiu stopped.
He gently dabbed the water onto her stitched wound.
"Wait two more minutes. The scar should be gone."
One intern burst out laughing:
"Ye Qiu, you're quite the actor! Quit being a care worker and go to Hengdian. With your acting, you'll be a star someday."
Another added:
"Something modern medicine can't fix, and you think a few drops of water will do it? Save it!"
Dr. Wang didn't believe it either.
In all his years of practice, he had never heard of talismans curing anything. If they did, what use were doctors?
Seconds ticked by.
Just as the two minutes were about to end, the woman suddenly cried out:
"The scar is fading! It's disappearing!"
Dr. Wang's brow shot up.
He looked down at her lower leg in disbelief—and his eyes nearly popped out of his head, as if he had seen a ghost.
The interns behind him were also stunned.
"I… It's impossible!"