Song Yan Ning looked at the young woman, waiting for her to make her final decision.
"Young doctor, cure me," the young woman's eyes grew resolute. Regardless of what others said, she wanted to give it a try.
Song Yan Ning nodded, "It's impossible to completely cure your face today. Even with my high medical skills, it requires a treatment course. Do you understand what I mean?" She could make her recover immediately, but she wouldn't do that, as it would be too eye-catching.
The young woman nodded, "I understand." If Song Yan Ning could cure her face right now, she would really be suspicious, after all, her condition was not just an allergy, but a ravaged face.
"Please take a seat," Song Yan Ning gestured toward the sofa.
The young woman nodded slightly and walked over to sit down on the sofa.
