The Divine Healer

As the convoy started, Qi Wan Yun, who no longer had any good feelings for Chen Mu, forcefully suppressed her anger. She took out the Romanée-Conti he had ordered, poured a glass and handed it to Chen Mu: “Romanée-Conti, Doctor Chen, please try if it’s authentic.”,Chen Mu was embarrassed. To be honest, the wine was too hard to drink, what kind of taste was it It was simply worlds apart from the wine brewed by his master. But his master seemed to have gone out and couldn't speak too directly, he had to know how to give others face, so he could only vaguely say: "It's alright.",She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.。