Mu Jiuchen couldn't help but chuckle, feeling like the little girl thought he was an idiot.
Jiang Nuan observed carefully before saying, "Young Master He, you are full of vigor, radiant, brimming with life, and have a spirited demeanor. Your eyes shine brightly, your presence is dazzling, and you have many years left to live."
After all, she still needed to get money from the big shot, and flattery would help with that.
"Heh heh…" He Mingrun laughed heartily.
Mu Jiuchen's face darkened. This was akin to praising another man in front of him.
"Nuannuan, tell me about your treatment plan." His voice was heavy, with a discernible hint of menace.
Getting down to business, Jiang Nuan shed her nonchalant expression, her demeanor becoming serious. "The old madam's brain tumor is quite large, around twelve centimeters, and it is compressing her cerebral blood vessels."
This was also why even Elder Tang dared not proceed with surgery lightly.
"Furthermore, the tumor shows a tendency to worsen. I have developed a new medicine that should be effective for the old madam's condition."
Jiang Nuan then looked at He Mingrun, "Young Master He, I hope that during my treatment, my patient will only use my medication."
After speaking, she glanced at Mu Jiuchen, implying that she would take full responsibility for her patient.
Mu Jiuchen replied, "No problem. I'll move my studio here to keep an eye on things, lest some soft-hearted individuals make rash decisions."
Jiang Nuan: "..." Dumbfounded!
That scoundrel!
He had latched onto her!
He Mingrun felt a flush of embarrassment, his concern for his grandmother evident. "Alright, Miss Jiang. If you're too busy, you can ask your friend to help."
Jiang Nuan blinked in surprise and asked, "You mean Yuan Yuan?"
He Mingrun nodded.
Jiang Nuan looked at him, sensing a hidden agenda.
Jiang Nuan suddenly pointed at He Mingrun, "You, pervert."
She recalled Yuan Yuan's angry expression from last night.
"Ahem!" He Mingrun lowered his head and gave a fake cough. This was… rather awkward.
"No, I wasn't. I was merely following my heart, wanting to feel the texture. Miss Jiang, please don't misunderstand."
Damn, this misunderstanding was huge.
Wouldn't Miss Meng think he was a pervert?
Jiang Nuan: "..." This scoundrel, wasn't he being too audacious? If he touched her hand, wouldn't it get chopped off?
Mu Jiuchen observed the two of them, feeling as if there was a story he wasn't privy to.
Jiang Nuan didn't have time to joke with He Mingrun.
She had to cure the old madam first. The old madam had been unconscious for several days.
Jiang Nuan sat down, took out a pen and paper, and scrawled a prescription before handing it to He Mingrun.
"This is the prescription. I don't care what method you use, but you must gather all the ingredients by tonight and send the prescription to Hong Qi Tang. Their medicines are guaranteed not to be adulterated."
He Mingrun responded, "Understood. I'll go now."
Mu Jiuchen waved his hand, "Go quickly."
He Mingrun: "..." Did he have the feeling of being disliked and treated as a third wheel?
Finally, only Jiang Nuan and Mu Jiuchen remained in the room.
Mu Jiuchen then looked at her intently, his interest piqued.
Her sharp skills, the peculiar codes, and Vicky's mysterious identity – all of it was valuable.
"Nuannuan," he called out with a smile.
Jiang Nuan looked at him with a shiver of disgust. Seeing the knowing smile on his handsome face, it was as if he was saying, "Nuannuan, come into Uncle's embrace."
Jiang Nuan shivered violently and pointed at the old madam, "I need to give the old madam acupuncture. You should leave."
Mu Jiuchen touched his nose, inexplicably feeling rejected.
He sat down on a nearby stool and said, "I won't make a sound. Just pretend I'm not here."
Jiang Nuan: "..." Sorry, your presence is just too strong.