But her tone did not seem deceptive, leaving Lis puzzled once more.
Could such a method of treating illness really exist in this world?
As she pondered this, Rita seized the opportunity and timidly reminded her, "Mother, perhaps... you should first do as Mr. Ren said."
Hearing that, Lis nodded.
True enough. Whether it was real or not, one test would tell.
So she gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeve to reveal a section of snow-white, delicate arm, and held it out before him.
"Mr. Ren, I'll have to trouble you."
"Sit down first. Don't stand; this may take some time."
At once, Rita brought her mother a chair.
Just as Ms. Lis thought he would do what they did in those Shenzhou television dramas—examining her through observation, listening, inquiry, and palpation before pulling out silver needles to stick into her—
Ren Yu grabbed her hand.
This unconventional move startled Ms. Lis as though she had been shocked. Her slender body stiffened abruptly, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
Yet she discovered that his broad hand was gripping hers tightly, leaving her unable to break free.
"M-Mr. Ren, what... what are you doing?"
Ms. Lis's cheeks flushed slightly. Being grabbed by the hand made her visibly uncomfortable; it felt as though caterpillars were crawling all over her body, making her squirm in the chair.
Mr. Ren's behavior... was a little too improper, wasn't it?
By instinct, Ms. Lis wanted to resist this lecherous behavior. But when she thought of his identity and the treatment plan he had discussed with her earlier, she forcibly endured it.
"Yes, this is part of the treatment as well." Feeling the smooth softness in his palm, Ren Yu spoke without so much as a blush.
He had originally intended to grab