Chapter 114: Trusting a Quack?
Yunice nodded at her, signaling her to entertain the guests. Gill quickly stepped out from behind the screen, smiling. “Ms. Taylor,” she began, forcing a smile.
Yunice stayed calmly seated in her wooden armchair, watching everything unfold through the carved pattern on the screen. Gill only brought out one chair. “Please, have a seat.”
Taylor brushed an imaginary speck of dust off her skirt and sat down naturally. Elsie stood next to her, frowning at Gill as if asking why she hadn’t brought out a chair for her too. Gill rolled her eyes, then looked up at the ceiling, clearly showing her disdain for Elsie. Elsie bit her lip in frustration but didn’t dare show her true colors in front of Taylor.
Taylor didn’t even seem to notice Elsie was still standing, as if that’s exactly where she belonged. Behind the screen, Yunice’s eyes held a trace of mockery. Taylor was a born elite, someone on the same level as Paul. People like them moved through life with a natural sense of entitlement. They didn’t need to care about others’ opinions—they simply believed they deserved the best. If they genuinely cared about someone, they’d treat them well, like Paul did with Elsie. But if they didn’t, they wouldn’t bother pretending—just like Taylor now.
Through the screen, Taylor could faintly see a woman behind it, her face covered in a black veil. She crossed her right leg over her left, rested her handbag on her lap, and asked Yunice, “Can you treat health problems?”
Yunice had a jadeite on her tongue to alter her voice. She said, “I can treat your condition, but I suggest you have your friend step out. I’d like to speak with you privately.”
Taylor’s expression shifted as she glanced at Elsie, clearly with no intention of keeping her around. Gill motioned to Elsie. “Please wait over here.”
Elsie was annoyed but didn’t dare show it. Reluctantly, she walked away and waited to the side. She kept her ears perked up, curious about what Taylor needed treated.
Behind the screen, Yunice cut to the point. “It’s your hair, isn’t it?”
Taylor’s furrowed brow eased as she looked toward the screen in surprise. Yunice continued, “Hair is considered the excess of blood. Long-term mental stress disrupts your circulation. Eventually, your body uses physical symptoms to force you to pay attention.”
Taylor scoffed, as she was not entirely convinced. “I’ve seen plenty of private doctors. They say the same thing, prescribe a bunch of meds, and nothing works,” she said. She’d just had too many disappointing experiences and didn’t want to waste more time.
Yunice didn’t rush to brag about her skills. She said calmly, “You came here, so you’re clearly still hoping for a solution.”
After thinking for a moment, Yunice got up and started preparing the medicine, instructing Gill to begin boiling it. She sat back down and said, “I’ll give you a week’s worth to start. Come back after a week. Hair growth isn’t instant. It’ll take at least a month before you start seeing fuzz. If you’re in a hurry, don’t bother. But if you want to try, I won’t charge you until you see results.”
She was hoping this woman really was some hidden expert. Yunice said, “The medicine will be ready in about two hours. If you don’t want to wait, you can come pick it up later.”
Taylor gave a soft grunt in response. She didn’t want to sit around, so she stood up. “If you really fix my problem, I’ll make sure you’re well compensated. But if you’re just bluffing, I’ll tear this place down and rip that lying tongue out of your mouth.”
Yunice replied calmly, “I believe you can. But I believe in my skills more.”
Taylor’s eyes flickered slightly. If Yunice was faking it, she had some impressive nerve. She turned and headed for the door, with Elsie hurrying after her.
Outside, Elsie chased after her. “Taylor, you’re not really going to trust that quack, are you? My brother is a doctor. I’ll call him to take a look himself!”
Taylor glanced at Elsie’s eager smile and replied flatly, “I’ve already had your brother take a look. He couldn’t help either.”
Elsie was speechless. She thought Taylor must be out of her mind. Her brother was a top-tier med school graduate, and even he couldn’t solve it. However, she was going to trust some quack doctor?