From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love

Nan Qiao held a human skin mask, looked at herself in the mirror, and placed the mask on her face.

The facial contours perfectly aligned with the human skin mask.

The person in the mirror transformed from a stunning beauty into an ordinary middle-aged woman.

Then, Nan Qiao put on specially tailored clothes, changing from a middle-aged woman to a middle-aged overweight woman.

Once dressed up, even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Nan Qiao walked out, and Huo Siyu clapped her hands in amazement: "Incredible, even if you show up in front of Li Yehan like this, he won't recognize you."

Hou Ze: "The boss's disguise technique is exquisite; not to mention Li Yehan, even I can't recognize you."

"This is how it should be; otherwise, if I appear in front of others and get recognized easily, how could I have had peaceful days these years."

Although now, her days are still not peaceful.

Huo Siyu carried a medical kit, and Hou Ze picked up the car keys: "I'll take you there. This body of mine isn't just for show; if there's trouble, I'll step in, and you two retreat."

Huo Siyu reached out to pat his solid arm, smiling: "Brother, you're truly my good brother, always so loyal!"

Hearing her words, Hou Ze lowered his head, not wanting to lift it again.

The smile at the corner of his mouth first became stiff, then rose again.

Lifting his head once more, Hou Ze beamed with a smile: "Of course, good brothers stick together; I'm the most loyal!"

Nan Qiao sensed the subtle emotions between the two and smiled silently.

She trusted Hou Ze would soon get through it, and she also believed that Si Yu would soon overcome it as well.

Their close bond would quickly return to how it was.

...

Sister Ling waited a long time and finally, the Ghost Doctor arrived to detoxify her.

Sister Ling put on a human skin mask, appearing to be just a very gentle noblewoman.

Two servants stood by her side, and two bodyguards were stationed at the door.

"When will the Ghost Doctor arrive?" Sister Ling looked at her nails, painted in a striking red.

"In five more minutes, we've set up many monitoring areas along the way, so rest assured, Boss."

Sister Ling chuckled, leaning back on the imperial concubine's couch, with a sharp gleam in her eyes.

"If the Ghost Doctor is really that good, we should recruit her."

"Boss, this might be difficult. Rumor has it this Ghost Doctor is elusive, and healing people depends entirely on her mood; money might not even sway her."

Sister Ling laughed coldly: "I refuse to believe there's anyone in this world who doesn't love money! Money makes the world go round, even ghosts love money, so how could people not?"

Her subordinates dared not respond; she really wanted to say, this Ghost Doctor isn't ordinary.

She's exceptionally good at making money, indeed lacking nothing.

Having money means being capricious, so naturally, she wouldn't care much about these things.

Speak of the devil, and they arrive—Nan Qiao, Hou Ze, and Huo Siyu came in.

Sister Ling leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, her face pale, even with a faint dark aura lingering at it.

It seemed she had been poisoned for some time.

Sister Ling scrutinized the three people walking in, two women and one man.

Judging by appearances, this man wasn't the Ghost Doctor, as he was at the back.

Sister Ling got off the imperial concubine's couch, smiling fully, and reached her hand towards Huo Siyu.

"Hello Ghost Doctor, I've heard a lot about you."

Huo Siyu looked at Sister Ling's extended hand and then at her face.

Huo Siyu internally critiqued: Tsk tsk, the human skin mask is too poor in quality; the hairline is slightly peeling.

Internally critiquing, she outright refused verbally: "You have the wrong person; I'm not the Ghost Doctor."

Sister Ling's awkward hand froze mid-air, and she was dumbfounded.

Sister Ling shifted direction and extended her hand towards Hou Ze.

"Ghost Doctor?"

Hou Ze: "I'm the bag carrier, the follower."

Sister Ling: "..."

Sister Ling had never felt this embarrassed before.

Mistakenly identified one person, then another, now she's totally lost face.

Sister Ling never expected that this plump woman would be the Ghost Doctor.

Not only was the image incongruent, but the aura was also entirely unmatched—really makes one doubt.

This Ghost Doctor, could she be a made-up figure?

Thinking about the twenty million she spent, Sister Ling could only brace herself and greet the plump woman.

"Hello Ghost Doctor."

Nan Qiao didn't extend her hand, instead pointed at a nearby chair: "Please sit down first; I'll take your pulse."

Sister Ling: "..."

Sister Ling awkwardly retracted her hand, feeling embarrassed, making the atmosphere equally awkward.

Sister Ling still obediently sat back down, after all, she wanted a diagnosis and treatment.

She extended her arm, following Nan Qiao's instructions.

After a while, Sister Ling saw Nan Qiao still silent and asked, "How's my body? Can the poison be cured?"

Nan Qiao: "Yes, it can be."

Sister Ling breathed a sigh of relief; as long as it can be cured, that's good.

"However, I need some rare herbs, which you'll need to prepare."

"Alright, sure." Sister Ling didn't find anything suspicious about this.

Seeing Sister Ling so generous, Nan Qiao was secretly pleased.

Such rare herbs, having a well-off fool pay for them, made her quite happy.

Bring them on!

Nan Qiao asked again: "Qian He Poison is quite rare, pardon my asking, how did you get poisoned? For instance, did you drink something or touch an object? Clearing this up could greatly help in detoxification."

Upon mentioning this, Sister Ling's fury couldn't be restrained.

"Ran into a biting dog, the dog went mad, picked up a hoe, and chased after me. The little rascal even smeared poison on the hoe. Who would've thought a plain shovel would have poison on it!"

Nan Qiao: ?

She suddenly thought of Nan Shan.

The image of Nan Shan waving a hoe, once brought to mind, wouldn't fade away.

Nan Qiao almost burst out laughing, but fortunately, she held it in; otherwise, she'd give herself away in front of Sister Ling.

Sister Ling also sensed her own temper was too much, not composed, not fitting her identity.

Sister Ling contained her anger, smiling as she said: "It's just like that, Ghost Doctor, do I need a tetanus shot since the hoe was poisoned?"

Nan Qiao: "Yes, get one."

When she returned, she planned to have someone monitor how many patients went for tetanus shots recently.

Nan Qiao took out paper and pen from her bag and listed the required herbs.

"Prepare these within three days, and contact my assistant to hand them over when ready."

Hou Ze placed a phone number on the table: "Here's my card."

Calling it a card, it was actually just a white sheet with a phone number printed on it, nothing else.

Nan Qiao took out a bottle of medicine containing two pills.

"Take one a day."

Sister Ling, skeptical, still accepted the pills and thanked her.

"We'll head back now. Once the herbs are ready, contact us, and I'll come over again for the detoxification."

Nan Qiao stood up, Hou Ze carrying the medical kit, and Huo Siyu followed by her side, remaining vigilant.

"Let me see you off."

"No need, you should rest well, avoid getting angry, and keep a happy mood."

After the reminder, Nan Qiao left together with Hou Ze and Huo Siyu.