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gs, and she seemed very confident as well.

Mu Tianyan squinted at Lu Zijia as if he were examining something.

According to the information he had about Lu Zijia, it did not show that Lu Zijia had any knowledge of medicine.

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However, Lu Zijia seemed so confident at the moment that Mu Tianyan could tell that she was not pretending.

Without hearing an answer from the man, Lu Zijia started to feel that the cold water was becoming less effective.
She could not help but frown and feel annoyed.

Lu Zijia was about to say something when the man said, “You know what put me in this wheelchair?”

“I don’t,” Lu Zijia answered without much thinking.

Seeing the man frowning out of fury, she added in a natural tone, “How would I know when I haven’t checked your legs?”

“Anyway, let’s make a deal.
I will cure your legs, and you will spare my life!”

“I know you don’t believe what I am saying now…”

“But after I examine you, you can kill me if I am wrong,” Lu Zijia said as she instantly stood up from the bathtub.
However, she did not put down the gun because it could possibly keep her alive.

Apparently, she did not trust Mu Tianyan because he did not trust her.

Hearing Lu Zijia making the decision herself, Mu Tianyan did not object.
Somehow he had a faint feeling that the Lu Zijia in front of him was able to cure him.

During the past twenty years, his feelings had helped him escape many troubles and calamities.

Therefore, he trusted his own instincts.

However, when Mu Tianyan saw Lu Zijia rising from the bathtub, his pupils contrasted all of a sudden.

The extinguished flame inside his body was on the way to be ignited again.

Before Lu Zijia was tricked and taken here, she had been carefully dressed up, wearing a well-selected, white, knee-long dress with double shoulder straps.