The Young Matriarch

Chapter 62: Chapter 062: Not Wanting to Do Homework Doesn’t Mean She Can’t Do It

Bai Chuwei felt that she was indeed too kind-hearted.

The diagnosis fee was only a million.

In her twenty years on Yunwu Mountain, wealthy merchants who got wind of her skills came to seek cures, and the fee was at least five million to start.

If those merchants knew about this, they would cry and kneel down with money in hand, begging her to save them. A million was nothing!

Look at Duan Feihan, the fourth master of the Duan Family. To save his father, he was conned out of three billion by her, and he didn’t even blink.

Gao Qiaoqiao was completely stunned, staring at Bai Chuwei with wide eyes, “A… a million? Why don’t you just rob someone?”

She had never seen any famous doctor ask for a million just like that.

Gao Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a bit humiliated and glared fiercely at Bai Chuwei, mocking her, “Can’t you treat my shoulder pain, and are just making up excuses?”

“Who the hell wants your treatment? Bai Chuwei, I’ll remember this!” Gao Qiaoqiao’s face turned red with anger as she threw down these words and stormed out of the crowd of girls.

Bai Chuwei looked at the group of girls who were eager yet too embarrassed to speak up and curled the corners of her lips slightly, “I can diagnose three patients a day, you can book in advance, starting from two thousand for the diagnosis fee.”

As soon as she said this, the girls cheered. The female students of Henghua First Middle School were quite wealthy; two thousand was practically the same as twenty dollars to them.

Bai Chuwei pulled the bewildered Su Ruan back to the classroom and stuffed a pile of test papers into her hands, “Thank you for your hard work.”

Su Ruan’s face blushed, and she said softly and shyly, “I’m the one who has troubled you, Bai. If I could mimic handwriting, it wouldn’t have been such a hassle.”

Su Ruan couldn’t keep secrets and, out of curiosity, asked, “Bai, your writing is really unique. Did you practice it specially?”

Bai Chuwei casually stroked the head of a small bird that had flown over and replied offhandedly, “I created it. It’s called the Spiritual White Script.”

Su Ruan was confused; she hadn’t heard of this script before, had she?

Seeing so many test papers in her arms, Su Ruan didn’t dare stay in class Nine any longer and said obediently, “Bai, I’ll go back and do my homework.”

After Su Ruan left, the news of Bai Chuwei treating Su Ruan with acupuncture had already spread to the school’s forum, making Bai Chuwei seem almost mystical.

This led to many girls adding her WeChat, starting to book appointments for treatment the next day.

By the time school was out in the afternoon, Su Ruan appeared in Bai Chuwei’s classroom again, handing over the homework.

Duan Xingye stood on the side, his eyes filled with envy.

No matter how much he studied, the best he could achieve was to rank within the top fifty of the whole grade, unable to surpass Su Ruan.

With a flushed face, Su Ruan asked softly, “Bai, I’ve finished it all.”

The revered ancestor was snacking on some seeds bought for the little birds, munching on the leftovers, and glanced at the math test paper, “Isn’t the answer to the second fill-in-the-blank question the square root of three?”

Su Ruan was taken aback, “Ah?”

She quickly grabbed a pen and recalculated it, her face lighting up with excitement as she looked at Bai Chuwei, “Bai, how did you know it was the square root of three? Can you do all of them?”

The old master chuckled lazily; just because she didn’t want to do homework didn’t mean she couldn’t. After all, she had once been an Imperial Tutor and a professor at National University.

Before Bai Chuwei could even speak, munching on her seeds, a surprised voice echoed in the class: “Holy shit, Bai Chuwei, you’ve gone viral!”

Bai Chuwei’s eyebrows raised slightly. What’s gone viral?

As soon as Duan Xingye checked his phone, his face darkened in an instant, and he cursed under his breath, “Damn it, who did this?!”

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