"I'll buy it for you then. It's still dark now, you can get off work. Don't worry, I won't restrict your freedom. Do whatever you want," Zhao Yan said softly.
Zhou Xin chuckled, "Then I'm leaving."
Zhao Yan waved her hand, and Zhou Xin immediately disappeared.
A little past noon, a taxi stopped in front of Zhao Yan's shop.
Three people got out of the taxi.
Leading the way was a middle-aged couple, and behind them was a young man in his twenties.
His name was Mo Jie, a loyal fan of Zhao Yan. Because he was short on cash, he hadn't tipped Zhao Yan a single cent.
However, he still supported her in his own way, such as liking or sharing her videos.
"Son, are you sure this shop can heal the scars on your face?" Mo's mother asked.
Around nine o'clock last night, their usually quiet son suddenly became talkative, saying he wanted to undergo skin grafting surgery.
This time, it was Mo Jie's parents' turn to fall silent. It wasn't that they were reluctant to spend the money, but Mo Jie's face had already undergone many skin grafting surgeries. Not only had they not achieved good results, but they had also spent a lot of money.
Not wanting to dampen Mo Jie's enthusiasm, they agreed to come and take a look together.
Looking at the small shop before them, Mo Jie's parents became even more hesitant.
"Son, why don't we go to another place? Look at this small shop, it doesn't look like a legitimate establishment," Mo's father said.
"Since we're here, let's give it a try. Whether it's legitimate or not, we'll only know after trying." Before Mo Jie could speak, the shop door suddenly opened.
Zhao Yan walked out from inside.
She had expected many people to inquire after posting an update, but surprisingly few people came to consult.
Looking at the information written by Wu Jiaxin, Zhao Yan looked up and said, "Mo Jie is twenty-six years old and was burned three years ago."
"Reason for the burn: burned while saving someone."
Zhao Yan read softly, looking into Mo Jie's eyes. His gaze was very clear.
"It's like this, Doctor. Three years ago, on his way home, my son saw a house on fire and immediately ran to save them. He rescued the family of three, but a large part of his face was scalded."
"This face has undergone over thirty skin grafts, and it's still not healed. His cheeks and eyebrows have been operated on many times."
Zhao Yan felt a surge of respect. Seeing the expressions on Mo Jie's parents' faces, she vaguely understood their concerns and said, "Don't worry, our price this time is only three thousand yuan. If it doesn't work, we'll refund the money directly."
"It's really only three thousand yuan?" Mo's father took a few steps back, tilting his head to look at Zhao Yan's shop.
He immediately took out his phone and took several photos with a click-click sound.
"Isn't your shop stealing kidneys?" Mo's mother asked fearfully.
Zhao Yan waved her hand, "No, don't worry. Please, come in and sit down."
As soon as they entered the shop, Wu Jiaxin immediately poured them tea.
"May I see your face?" Zhao Yan asked Mo Jie.
Mo Jie took a deep breath, first took off his hat, and then his mask.
Now Zhao Yan could see his face clearly. A large area of his face was burned, and the skin was wrinkled into a mess.
"Is there any hope for my face?" Mo Jie asked.
He didn't dare to hold out much hope.
Zhao Yan hummed, "No problem."
"Our proposed treatment is quite special, so we need to sign an agreement first. If it's possible, we can do it tonight."
Seeing Zhao Yan agree so quickly, Mo Jie's parents became even more hesitant.
Mo Jie's expression turned serious, "Then I'll try."
"Son, think about it again."
Mo Jie shook his head, "Mom, my face is already like this. How much worse can it get?"
Hearing Mo Jie's words, his parents felt a pang of sadness.
Zhao Yan thought it would take a lot of time to persuade them, but she didn't expect Mo Jie's words to make his parents agree.
"Here, if you think it's okay, you can sign your name. To be precise, it's not surgery, it's just like applying a facial mask," Zhao Yan said softly.
She didn't position this product as a surgical treatment, otherwise, if it was investigated later, she would need to prove she had a medical license.
"No problem, I'll sign!" Mo Jie said.
He immediately picked up the pen and quickly signed his name.
After Zhao Yan confirmed there were no errors, she nodded, "Okay, you can come back around nine o'clock tonight."
After seeing Mo Jie's family off, Zhao Yan looked at his information and sighed softly.
Since Mo Jie's face was severely burned, he lost his job, his relationship ended, his career and love life plummeted, and he became reclusive, hiding at home every day.
A once cheerful young man became depressed and melancholic, attempting suicide several times unsuccessfully.
"Sister Zhao, what should we prepare next?" Wu Jiaxin asked Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan waved her hand, "No need, just like this."
She instructed Wu Jiaxin to buy fruit platters and some other things.
"By the way, Sister Zhao, do you want to take a look at this job? The remuneration for this job is quite high," Wu Jiaxin said to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan asked softly, "What job?"
Wu Jiaxin handed her phone over and placed it in front of Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan took the phone and looked at it carefully, immediately understanding what the job was.
"Feng Shui reading," Zhao Yan said softly.
Then she scrolled down and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. The remuneration for this Feng Shui reading was calculated by the hour, ten thousand yuan per hour.
"Xinxin, where did you find such a big job?" Zhao Yan asked curiously.
Wu Jiaxin shook her head, "I didn't find it, someone approached us directly. I was also surprised when I saw it."
Zhao Yan remained silent, staring at the phone.
She thought she might see some useful information, but all she saw was Feng Shui reading, calculated by the hour, ten thousand yuan per hour.
"Is this information accurate?" Zhao Yan asked.
Wu Jiaxin said seriously, "It's accurate. I've already checked. Sister Zhao, don't worry, there won't be any problems."
"The client is a real estate tycoon, fifty-seven years old. He spoke to me on the phone and said that his house's Feng Shui is not good, and there are always strange noises in the house. I asked him if there were any other strange occurrences, and he didn't tell me anything else."
"However, there are no issues with his financial capacity. I checked the information, and he is indeed a real estate tycoon in Jiangcheng."
Zhao Yan stroked her chin. Ten thousand yuan per hour was indeed very attractive.
"Alright, then tell him that we've accepted the job. We'll do it as soon as we finish our current tasks."
"Okay, I'll tell them," Wu Jiaxin replied with a soft hum, picking up her phone and sending a message.