Beibei had that uncle drink that bottle of No. 1 Potion.
The uncle had no doubts, feeling quite pleased inside as he sat waiting to collect those three thousand bucks.
As a result!
Cough, cough...
The uncle had just poured it into his mouth when he spat it out immediately, blurting out fiercely, "What the hell... isn't this gasoline?"
Lin Qiuyan shook her head straight, finding it simply too agonizing to watch.
"Aha."
"Haha."
"Pay up, I've cured your illness." The little one said in her milky voice.
Uncle: "..."
This was his first time taking a beating at the hands of a child, and he was beginning to doubt his life.
In the end, the uncle had no choice but to hand three hundred bucks over to the little one, who laughed happily while thinking to herself, just how many ice creams could this little bit of money buy?
"Cough, cough... The little divine doctor truly is a divine doctor reincarnated. To be able to cure even an illness like this, I'm so grateful," the uncle said.
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The little one shook her head from side to side, looking utterly adorable.
"I have yet another illness, and I also hope the divine doctor can save me."
Little one: "..."
Still coming?
Lin Qiuyan was utterly speechless, yet she was also terribly curious!
"Speak, then. My sister will do her best. If it doesn't work, start preparing for the funeral," Beibei said on the side.
Uncle: "..."
However, he didn't fuss over that much, plotting in his heart how to make them pay three thousand bucks—three thousand bucks, oh, how happy he felt inside.
"I have severe amnesia. I often suddenly lose my memory, and I can't remember what just happened at all. Little divine doctor, please