Mi Hong's face flushed crimson. "Divine Doctor Jiang, please don't say such things."
"In the three hours I've known Sister Hong, she has braced her chest with her hand at least seven times. It's clear she's feeling discomfort on her left side," Jiang Xinghai stated confidently.
"You..." Mi Hong was truly stunned.
Ye Zhiqiu's earlier indignation vanished. "Sister Hong, I noticed it at least half a month ago—how you'd sometimes brace your chest, the way your brows would furrow in pain. Don't tell me..."
"I..." Mi Hong was mortified.
"Sister Hong, I can dissolve it for you in seven days. No incisions, no side effects," Jiang Xinghai said with gravity.
He'd noticed it from the moment he met Mi Hong, all the way through their tumble in the back of the big Mercedes.
He just hadn't found the right moment to bring it up, so he figured he might as well say it now that the topic had presented itself.
