If medicine could cure Gekko Hayate's chronic illness, Uzuki Yugao would willingly pay not just two hundred thousand ryo, but even two million.
"Do you have any medicine specifically for treating chronic illnesses?" Uzuki Yugao asked, feigning calm.
"Chronic illness?" Ye Fan froze. "Does Senior have some chronic condition?"
"Not me. A friend of mine."
"That would depend on the specifics. Medicine isn't omnipotent; treatment has to match the illness."
Ye Fan spoke with complete sincerity.
Uzuki Yugao hesitated before asking, "Do you know how to diagnose illnesses?"
Even she felt like she had gone mad for asking that.
She was actually placing her hopes on a boy who did not even possess chakra.
Even the medical ninjas had been helpless against Hayate's old ailment.
Unless they could find one of the legendary Three Ninja—Lady Tsunade.
"I know a little. If Senior doesn't mind, hold out your hand and let me take your pulse."
Ye Fan thought Uzuki Yugao's complexion looked a little off. It would be safer to examine her personally.
She was one of his rare big customers.
Maybe she would introduce even more customers in the future, so examining her would not hurt.
To determine whether this boy truly understood medicine, Uzuki Yugao was unusually cooperative this time and directly held out her hand.
Ye Fan rolled up her sleeve, revealing a fair, delicate wrist. Without saying anything, he began taking her pulse.
Since Ye Fan could not use Divine Sense now, he had to rely on direct contact if he wanted to understand someone's physical condition.
Uzuki Yugao quietly watched the boy taking her pulse, but her thoughts had drifted far away.
She and Gekko Hayate had practically grown up together.
Back at the Ninja Academy, Gekko Hayate had been more gifted than she was and