Chapter 595: Chapter 595 - 595: Not Very Skilled, Just 90% Sure

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Madam Liu snapped back, “I was just trying to be helpful, as we used to be family. But if you don’t want my advice, fine.”

Madam Su’s tone was cold. “We can do without your ‘help’.”

Her mind briefly flashed back to the hostility she faced from Madam Liu and Mrs. Ye Sr. during her divorce.

Breaking the silence, Fan Hui stepped forward. “Master, I haven’t mentioned this before, but remember when I was seriously ill? A mysterious doctor saved my life.”

She glanced gratefully at Rong Qi. “Madam Qi had asked me to keep it quiet, but it’s time I spoke up. She was the one who saved me.”

The butler, visibly surprised, asked, “Fan Hui, are you saying Madam Qi saved your life?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, “Who else do you think it could be?”

The butler suddenly realized why Fan Hui had reprimanded him for his attitude towards Rong Qi. He rushed to kneel before Rong Qi to thank her for saving Fan Hui, but Rong Qi stopped him, pulling him up.

Tears in his eyes, the butler said, “I owe you an apology and my thanks. Please, let me express my gratitude.”

Rong Qi replied, “No need for that. Just show your thanks in another way.”

Ye Nanshen remained silent, observing.

Old Master Ye, chuckling, asked, “Is there only money in your eyes?”

Then, turning serious, he inquired, “Rong Qi, are you confident in treating Ye Rong?”

“Not entirely,” she admitted.

“How confident are you?”

“Around 90%.”

The room buzzed with surprise.

Ye Nanshen remained quiet.

Madam Liu scoffed, “90%? That’s quite a claim, considering Ye Rong’s condition. Sounds more like a bluff!”

Ye Nanshen glanced at Madam Liu. “If you’re so confident, why don’t you give it a try?”

“I’m not a doctor. What am I supposed to try?” Madam Liu retorted.

“If you don’t know, then it’s best to stay quiet. No one will think you’re unable to speak,” said Ye Nanshen.

Madam Liu, red-faced with anger, felt belittled by Ye Nanshen.

Old Master Ye, ignoring the squabble, focused on Rong Qi. “You’re 90% sure?”

Rong Qi nodded. “Yes. My skills aren’t perfect, so there’s about a 10% uncertainty.”

Old Master Ye exclaimed, “90% and you call that uncertain?”

Rong Qi shrugged. “There’s still a 10% chance of failure. In medicine, even a 10% chance is significant. In stories, a 10% chance equates to a certainty..”