Chapter 297: Do I Look Good in What I Bought

Nan Jiaojiao casually picked out a set of clothes for herself.

With time to spare, she decided to browse around, but somehow ended up in the men’s section.

She stood in front of a black shirt for a long time.

“Hello, miss, may I help you with anything?”

The sales associate stood with hands respectfully in front, politely asking her.

Nan Jiaojiao took a deep breath and pressed her hand to her forehead.

That shirt, missing its first button, would look irresistibly sexy on Bo Yanching.

She felt herself becoming less and less pure.

To stop the loss, she pulled out her phone and called Pei Dongshi, blurting out, “What’s your chest size?”

Pei Dongshi: “…”

After hanging up, Nan Jiaojiao randomly pointed to the side and said, “That one, wrap it up.”

“Um?” The sales associate looked back and forth, since that was a broad range, “May I know which one caught your eye?”

“Whatever.”

Nan Jiaojiao, with her head down, scrolled through her phone, replying absently.

By the time the sales associate had finished wrapping, she hadn’t even taken a clear look at the style, resulting in Pei Dongshi getting a pink shirt upon returning to the hotel that evening.

He held it with tentative excitement, only to be greeted by silence.

After thinking it over, he just couldn’t bring himself to wear such a flamboyantly colored shirt.

On the way to his employer’s house, Pei Dongshi couldn’t wrap his head around it, “Do I look like I’m into that style to you?”

What’s up?” Nan Jiaojiao didn’t even lift her head, engrossed in her game,

He cleared his throat, “The shirt.”

“Oh, the one I bought, is it nice?” Nan Jiaojiao abandoned her useless game ally and plunged into the bushes, sparing him a glance, “Don’t you always like white?”

Pei Dongshi’s face changed completely, realizing she didn’t even know the color of what she’d bought.

She really didn’t care at all.

Grinding his teeth in frustration, he said tersely, “Thanks a lot.”

She dared to reply, “You’re welcome.”

Pei Dongshi was nearly driven mad with irritation.

He kept his anger bottled up all the way to the employer’s house and then dragged Nan Jiaojiao out, still posing as his apprentice.

The employer, seeing her young age and having not heard of an apprentice from East Sea, thought that Medicine King Valley had just picked someone with a little medical skill to make an easy profit after charging a consultation fee, and looked distinctly unimpressed, even cursing out loud, all of which Pei Dongshi soothed away.

However, even after the acupuncture, there was no response, and the employer’s family grew furious, threatening to expose them for fraud and endangerment.

Nan Jiaojiao shielded Pei Dongshi behind her, her icy gaze sweeping over each person’s face without a word, the sheer intensity of her stare making them uneasy.

Twenty minutes later, the patient who had been diagnosed by many doctors as being on the brink of vegetative state regained consciousness for a short duration.

Everyone crowded into the room to see for themselves and then came out to offer their apologies.

Nan Jiaojiao simply said, “Traditional Chinese medicine is not an immediate effect after acupuncture; if you don’t have the patience, why even seek treatment?”

The master of the house was left unable to save face, his lack of decorum laid bare for all to see, and resorted to making apologetic overtures incessantly.

Pei Dongshi wrote a prescription but didn’t hand it to anyone in particular, just laying it on the table with a cold tone, “Follow the prescription for further treatment, we’re refunding half the consultation fee, and we won’t be back.

I suggest you find someone more capable.”

“What do you mean, you’re not responsible for subsequent treatment?

I’ve never seen such irresponsible doctors!”

A youngster spat, “Quack doctor!”

Some elders stood beside the young brat, too late to cover his mouth.

Pei Dongshi’s face chilled instantly, an icy layer seeming to form, “Quack doctor, is it?”

The master of the house looked sheepish, trying to make amends, “Kids will say the darndest things, you’re not going to take a child’s words to heart, right?”