Chapter 6: A Woman Who Won't Tolerate the Slightest Injustice

"Sure."

Nelson FitzGerald agreed readily.

He couldn't see through this woman, nor was he certain if she was the same one from last night. But regardless of her background, as long as the current issue could be resolved with money, he was willing to negotiate a price with her.

He took the initiative and promised, "I had previously agreed on a two million yuan consultation fee with Divine Doctor Bevis Jeremiah. If you can cure my grandfather, the Chu family will pay you ten million yuan as the consultation fee."

Ten million yuan!

Gloria Arabella and others collectively frowned, but no one said anything. After all, Nelson FitzGerald controlled the largest financial group in Y City, and ten million yuan was nothing to him.

Feng Wuan glanced at him slightly, then nodded decisively, "Alright, deal."

Nelson FitzGerald had seen countless beautiful women—innocent, gentle, noble, charming, and so on—but Feng Wuan's appearance was even more outstanding. Every smile, every subtle expression, was enough to captivate the heart, making her beauty indescribable.

Just as Feng Wuan was about to turn around, she noticed him staring at her, and her brows furrowed slightly, her smile fading, "Do you have something else to ask?"

"No."

Nelson FitzGerald stepped aside, turning his body, and spoke in a gentlemanly manner, "Please!"

Feng Wuan's gaze followed his movement, and as she looked straight ahead, it landed on his perfectly chiseled profile. A strong sense of familiarity suddenly rushed to her head.

He...

His profile and cold demeanor were very similar to that of the man in the car last night. Could it be...

Seeing that she hadn't left, Nelson FitzGerald turned his head, meeting her eyes, which were like vast starry skies, and asked in a magnetic voice, "Miss Feng, is something wrong?"

"Nothing."

Feng Wuan quickly composed herself, suppressing the suspicions that had risen in her mind, and walked past him with an expressionless face.

A faint, elegant fragrance wafted by, and Nelson FitzGerald subtly pressed his lips, his gaze following her back, comparing it to the woman from last night.

Both of them returned to the sofa. Feng Wuan set down her medical kit, looked up at Horace FitzGerald, and bluntly stated the diagnosis, "Poisoning!"

"What?" Many people exclaimed in shock.

Zhao Zhiqian's brows furrowed, and he rubbed his uncomfortable chest, his voice trembling, "Miss Feng, you're saying I've been poisoned? What kind of poison?"

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue, and open your palms, facing upwards."

Zhao Zhiqian immediately complied, leaning forward to allow her a better view.

Feng Wuan glanced at his tongue, then carefully examined his hands, speaking with certainty, "You have been poisoned with a substance called Red Flame Powder. The main ingredient of this powder comes from the border area between southern Y City and Myanmar. It is colorless, odorless, and soluble in water. If the amount is small, the toxicity is not strong, and there won't be any noticeable symptoms. You must have been consuming food or water laced with Red Flame Powder for at least two months to show these symptoms now."

Hearing her diagnosis, Horace FitzGerald's wrinkled face trembled, both from fear and anger.

Someone in the family had been poisoning him for a long time, and the people living in this house were his closest relatives. Were they trying to secretly kill him for some purpose?

"Old Chu." Gloria Arabella's face also looked pale, as if she was scared too. She supported his trembling body, quickly changing the subject, "Old Chu, let's not investigate the poisoning right now. Let Miss Feng detoxify you first. We can discuss family matters after you recover."

"Alright, alright, detoxify first."

Horace FitzGerald, having experienced many storms, quickly regained his composure, forcing himself to stay calm, and asked, "Miss Feng, can the poison in my body be removed?"

"Yes," she replied succinctly.

Hearing that it could be cured, Horace FitzGerald felt relieved and continued, "What should I do now? Should I take medicine?"

"Acupuncture to remove the toxins."

As she spoke, Feng Wuan opened her medical kit, took out a minimalist needle case, and stood up, "Arrange a room. Let's start now. Also, I don't like being watched while I perform acupuncture. Arrange for one person to stay in the room."

"Alright." Horace FitzGerald slowly stood up, looked around, and made a decision, "Sinian, come in with us."

"Dad, I'll accompany you," Melissa Arabella immediately came over to support him.

Before Horace FitzGerald could speak, Feng Wuan cut her off, "Acupuncture requires absolute silence. I don't like being in the same room as someone who talks too much. If your doubts and denials disrupt my concentration, I might accidentally paralyze your father, and I don't have enough money to compensate."

"You..." Melissa Arabella's face twisted in anger.

Feng Wuan ignored her, picked up her medical kit, and turned, ordering Nelson FitzGerald expressionlessly, "Lead the way."

Nelson FitzGerald slowly stood up, giving Feng Wuan a deep look, thinking to himself: A woman who doesn't tolerate any loss.

Feng Wuan didn't understand the meaning in his eyes, but she guessed his thoughts weren't positive. However, she didn't care; she just wanted to finish here quickly and go back to the hotel to get some sleep.

She was always efficient, and her medical skills were top-notch, learned from her master. However, she rarely treated patients, and this time she was forced to come.

After Horace FitzGerald undressed and lay down, before he could fully prepare, half a bottle of dark green liquid was roughly applied to his back and legs. Once the liquid dried slightly, sterilized silver needles were inserted into various acupoints at a dizzying speed. In less than two minutes, he was covered in needles like a porcupine.

Standing behind, Nelson FitzGerald appeared calm, but he was deeply shocked by her skill, praising, "Amazing technique!"

"Is it worth ten million?" Feng Wuan retorted.

"Worth it!" A small smile formed on Nelson FitzGerald's lips, and his gaze toward her changed, "Your acupuncture skills are on par with those of your master, Divine Doctor Bevis Jeremiah."

Half an hour later, Nelson FitzGerald helped Horace FitzGerald out. He was holding a prescription written by Feng Wuan.

Gloria Arabella immediately approached, glancing at the prescription, and asked, "Old Chu, how do you feel? Do you need to take medicine?"

"No need for medicine, just a three-day herbal bath."

Horace FitzGerald still felt weak, but the burning sensation in his chest was gone, and his body wasn't as painful. However, he didn't say anything.

"How can we confirm that he's cured?" Melissa Arabella, still harboring resentment, didn't want her to easily earn ten million yuan.

Feng Wuan, carrying her medical kit, gave a mocking smile, "I can't guarantee it. After all, the person who poisoned Old Chu is from your own family. I just detoxified him, but that person might poison him again and blame me for not clearing the toxins properly, accusing me of fraud. This possibility is quite high."

Melissa Arabella's face darkened. This woman's words were truly sharp and cunning, and her face, which made one want to tear it apart, truly lived up to the term "viper beauty."