"Then what if you can't treat the other party's condition?" Zuo Qiutan asked, with a hint of connivance in his tone.

When it came to the field she was good at, Song Zhiyu had extraordinary confidence in it. She raised her chin, her expression full of arrogance, "Let's not talk about that, but I believe I can do it myself."

After a while, the door was opened again, and the maid they saw just now came out, her expression no longer as panicked as before.

The two of them looked at each other, and Song Zhiyu strode over, blocking the maid's way, "I have something to ask, can I stay?"

The maid glanced at Song Zhiyu with some caution. She subconsciously took a step back and asked, "What do you want to ask?"

"The medicine you mentioned just now is treatment?"

When asked about this matter, the maid looked at the clothes of the two of them. They looked like rich people. She guessed that she couldn't afford to offend them. Anyway, they were just symptoms of treatment, so she explained in a low voice.

Hearing that it was a headache, Song Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief. This condition is easy to treat.

"Please take us to find your master. I can cure this disease."

Hearing this, the maid glanced at Song Zhiyu with some suspicion. She glanced at Song Zhiyu from beginning to end, a little disbelieving, "Are you sure? My young lady's illness has never been good. She has tried many famous doctors to no avail.

You're not too old, are you sure you can cure it?"

She was very skeptical, but seeing how confident the other party was, she finally took them to meet the wealthy businessman.

When the latter saw the two people just now, he immediately became angry. He slammed the table hard and said angrily: "Why are you so haunted? You even said it was impossible!"

Song Zhiyu immediately gave the maid a look, and when the latter saw it, she explained aloud the purpose of Song Zhiyu and the others' visit.

But the wealthy businessman no longer believed the two of them. He chuckled and said, "Could it be that the doctor treated a dead horse as a living horse? The method just now didn't work, so he started to pay attention to my daughter?!"

The more he talked about the wealthy businessman, the angrier he became, and he had a vague urge to personally drive them both out of the house.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu quickly explained, "Just now we also learned that your daughter's illness has not been good, but of course we have to be sure of this condition before we dare to visit you again!"

"I just want to negotiate terms with you. As long as I can cure your daughter's headache, you will lead all the wealthy businessmen in the county to raise food together. What do you think? You will not suffer any loss."

When the wealthy businessman heard this, he wanted to laugh even more. He had tried many famous doctors to no avail, so why did Song Zhiyu say he could solve it?

But since the other party agreed with this condition, the wealthy businessman felt a little shaken. He sat on a wooden chair and meditated for a long time before agreeing to Song Zhiyu's actions.

He took Song Zhiyu and others to his daughter's room. Just standing at the door, he heard painful low moans coming from inside from time to time.

When the wealthy businessman heard this, he looked anxiously at the maid who was buying medicinal materials, "Have you delivered the medicine I asked you to give to the lady!?"

"Sent it, the lady just took the medicine and lay down not long ago!" The maid explained in a panic. She scratched her fingers, and she didn't know why the lady had a headache faster than usual today.

If this continues, won’t those medicines have any effect in the future?!

What the maid thought of, the wealthy businessman also thought of, treating women as his life, the rich businessman only had this one apple in his eye, and since she was a child, she would do anything she wanted.

Now that his daughter is being tortured but he can't do anything about it, he is also very tormented inside.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Song Zhiyu still standing aside. The wealthy businessman remembered the agreement between himself and Song Zhiyu. He quickly grabbed Song Zhiyu's arms, "Didn't you say you can cure it? My daughter is inside now, you

Please stop my daughter from suffering so much!"

Song Zhiyu was shaken several times by the wealthy businessman and almost fainted. Fortunately, Zuo Qiutan pulled the businessman's hand away from her in time and gave up.

She promised repeatedly and then successfully entered the house.

Perhaps due to long-term use of medicinal decoction, the room exuded a medicinal scent. Song Zhiyu sniffed, and the medicinal scent became stronger as she approached the bed.

Standing next to the bed, she saw that the wealthy businessman's daughter was already covered in cold sweat, her wet hair stuck to her skin, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

She stretched out her hand to push away the hair stuck to her skin, and upon closer inspection, she discovered that there was something strange in the woman's head.

Song Zhiyu narrowed her eyes, and after repeated confirmation, she understood that there was something inside her forehead. She stood up firmly, and when she turned her head, she saw Zuo Qiutan standing quietly behind her.

She pursed her lips and whispered: "There is a bug in this girl's head, which is why she has been having headaches now and cannot cure it."

Zuo Qiutan frowned. If it involves the poisonous insects, it would be easy to handle. But now that Song Zhiyu has lost her memory, it is still a problem for her to remember how to attract the poisonous insects.
Chapter completed!