Chapter 106: Bai Chuwei’s Deception for Money

Tong Qingyan’s aunt, Tong Yunrou, was about to marry into the Duan family, which made their two families somewhat related. It was precisely because of this connection that Tong Qingyan had the chance to add Duan Feihan on WeChat and often visit the Duan household.

For the past week, she had been trying to win favor with the elderly Duan patriarch, but she had only ever seen Liu Zhen and Old Liu; Bai Chuwei had never appeared.

The facts were right before her eyes, and she didn’t want her pure-hearted classmates to be deceived by Bai Chuwei.

Tong Qingyan had heard that Bai Chuwei was practicing medicine without a license at school, charging a registration fee as high as two thousand yuan, not including the cost of medicine!

Two thousand yuan wasn’t much for students at Henghua No. 1 High School, but if many were deceived, it would add up to a considerable sum. If it weren’t for seeing Duan Xingye’s close relationship with Bai Chuwei, Tong Qingyan would have reported Bai Chuwei for the sake of her classmates.

Seeing yet another group of alumni about to be swindled, Tong Qingyan felt compelled to warn them.

But Bai Chuwei showed no embarrassment at being “exposed.” She stood lazily, her naturally upturned, alluring deep eyes half-smiling at Tong Qingyan, who felt awkward under her gaze and turned her head away.

Bai Chuwei had long been on a fasting regimen and didn’t need to eat, but Duan Xingye did.

That boy was cramming for exams in the classroom and begged her to buy two meat buns from the cafeteria. Bai Chuwei agreed out of boredom, but who could have expected what happened at the cafeteria?

Bai Chuwei’s expression was indifferent: “Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”

Usually, people came to her seeking treatment; she never had to beg anyone to see a doctor.

Qi Yue had now become Bai Chuwei’s devoted fan, unaware of the Duan patriarch’s affairs. She stood in front of Bai Chuwei, declaring, “I experienced it myself; my nearsightedness has improved! How could this medical skill be fake?”

Beside her, Bai Yinyin, suppressing an inexplicable fear, avoided looking at Bai Chuwei and said, “But aren’t you still wearing glasses?”

Qi Yue was momentarily at a loss but quickly grew angry. In a few days, she insisted, she wouldn’t need glasses at all.

The surrounding students nodded continuously; indeed, Qi Yue was still wearing glasses.

Who knew if Qi Yue was just vouching for Bai Chuwei?

It seemed that Bai Chuwei’s medical skills were truly unpredictable—maybe just empty boasts.

With Bai Yinyin and Tong Qingyan causing a stir, a few girls who had been persuaded by Su Ruan and had finally made appointments to see Bai Chuwei came out apologetically: “That Bai classmate... we don’t want to see you for treatment anymore. Could you please return our money?”

Bai Chuwei’s brows furrowed slightly. In her five thousand years of practicing medicine, she had never had a patient run away halfway.

“No second chances here. If you want to see me next time, you won’t get such a good opportunity,” Bai Chuwei warned.

The girls hesitated, swayed by Bai Chuwei’s words, but Tong Qingyan spoke up at that moment: “Bai, if you love medicine, you can study at medical university in the future, but you can’t deceive people like this now.”

Upon hearing this, the girls nodded firmly and walked away without another glance.

The surrounding students’ attitudes toward Bai Chuwei changed, voices rising in chatter:

“Don’t be fooled by Bai Chuwei’s fairy-like appearance; she’s not only delusional but also scamming money at school!”

“Family upbringing is crucial. After all, Tong Qingyan is the princess raised by the Tong family; she wouldn’t stoop to such deceit.”

“…”

Even an ancient healer with thousands of years of calm and detachment felt her medical reputation defiled for the first time.

She looked at Tong Qingyan, surrounded by admiration like the moon among stars, a faint smile curling her red lips: “Miss Tong, you truly have noble character. Your aunt is marrying the Third Young Master Duan, yet you fancy the Fourth Young Master. So, do you want to call Duan Xiuqi your uncle-in-law or your third brother?”

Tong Qingyan’s face turned deathly pale.