Complete Recovery

Little Herta Puppet raised her head, her violet eyes sweeping over everyone in the room before finally settling on Xu Tianming.

"Lady Genius."

Xu Tianming gave a proper bow, his posture exceedingly respectful.

Herta, logged into the puppet, gave a soft snort. A trace of boredom flashed through her eyes, but she did not expose Xu Tianming's act. She knew his identity outside needed to remain secret. Though she had no interest in this childish little performance, she did not tear down the facade on the spot.

"You know the price for asking me to act."

Herta spoke calmly, her voice emerging from the puppet's mouth—clear and pleasant, yet unable to conceal her innate arrogance.

She had said it in front of everyone. Xu Tianming understood that Herta was helping him set the stage, binding Jiang Nannan to him completely and filling her gratitude to the brim.

Although Jiang Nannan did not know exactly what price he had paid, asking a Titled Douluo to intervene could not have come cheaply. This favor would be enough to make her utterly devoted to him.

"I know."

Xu Tianming nodded and said evenly, "But it doesn't matter. Please, Lady Genius, take a look at the patient."

"Fine."

Herta said no more.

Little Herta Puppet walked over to Jiang Nannan's mother, her footsteps unusually distinct in the quiet room.

Jiang Nannan stood beside her, unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes. Her light brown eyes were fixed tightly on that tiny figure, and she even softened her breathing.

After only one glance, Herta Puppet said flatly:

"Her illness has reached a terminal stage. She does not have long to live."

"Without any surprises, she won't survive another year."

At Herta's verdict, Jiang Nannan's face turned pale in an instant.

"Lady Genius, please save my