A good physician knew when to bring help in a time of need—and when to heap trouble on top of trouble.
Fu Qian's self-congratulatory boast, delivered with utter confidence, succeeded in making almost everyone present feel a little less certain.
The Wenloses, who had just gone from misfortune to good fortune and whose eyes had been shining brightly enough to light a room, immediately lost some of their excitement as they remembered how he had behaved all along.
Ever since the first "analysis report" came out, this "quack" had seemed to be saying that nothing was wrong.
Was it a lucky guess, or was he just pretending to be crazy?
This was, essentially, an optimistic interpretation. But because of the speaker's unusual behavior, even Olyntel's confidence in his words seemed to drop by a few percentage points.
While the Wenloses were at a loss for how to respond, Natalie, the governess who was just as concerned for her student's safety, was experiencing a different kind of emotional shift.
"You really don't know the first thing about humility, do you?"
Before anyone else could say anything, Natalie spoke up coldly.
"So you're saying you knew all along that Jian was blessed by the stars?"
"Then what was your behavior before? Some perverse joke meant to scare us?"
"Like the painting at the art salon. Was the danger you mentioned just something you made up?"
Natalie's words certainly sounded like they came from righteous indignation, as if she couldn't stand a Jianghu fraud like Fu Qian.
But the Wenloses both frowned as they listened.
Bringing some things up at a time like this was clearly going to cause unnecessary trouble.
Like the "painting" at the art salon.
Once it was brought up, no matter how they reacted, they would only make