Treacherous Scoundrel (7)

In the midst of the silence, Qi Xibei let out a laugh that shattered the atmosphere. 

"So that's what it is," she scoffed. "One month? Are you sure?"

Yang Mo's face turned as dark as a pot, and she glared at Qi Xibei with a cold expression. 

"Yes, one month. I guarantee it! In one month's time, I can cure Mr. Zhang!"

After examining Zhang Xun's body earlier that day, Yang Mo had made up her mind. 

Although she couldn't guarantee a complete recovery within a month, it wasn't too far-fetched. 

She could assure that there would be noticeable improvements in his condition after a month of treatment. So, she wasn't technically lying.

After a month had passed, Zhang Xun would become aware of the changes in his body. 

At that time, he would naturally continue seeking treatment from her.