The CEO's Substitute Wife Is A Genius-Chapter 356: Traditional Chinese Medicine Looked Down Upon? Fine, Face-Slapping on the Spot!

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Traditional Chinese Medicine Looked Down Upon? Fine, Face-Slapping on the Spot!

Jiang Man quickly reviewed the timeline in her mind.

A moment later, she raised an eyebrow, "Going shouldn’t be a problem."

She had made preparations for both outcomes.

If the deal with the King fell through, she would stick to the original plan and meet with Black Water to retrieve the goods.

If the King agreed to intervene, she would directly facilitate cooperation between the Navy of Bay Country and the peacekeeping troops, then step back into the shadows.

"Fifteen minutes, I’ll take a bath and change clothes."

Jiang Man spoke in Arabic.

The gentleman in the tailcoat who stood at the door widened his eyes in disbelief when he heard this.

His gaze had been fixed on Seth, respectfully assuming she was the Divine Doctor.

Turns out she wasn’t?

...

Jiang Man said she would take 15 minutes, and she emerged at exactly that moment.

She was dressed in a dark blue utility suit, her hair casually pinned up, covered by a baseball cap.

On her feet were black Doc Martens, and as she walked, her steps were firm and steady.

This outfit made her look like a well-trained female soldier, lacking any hint of the Divine Doctor’s demeanor.

The tailcoat-clad man, despite his full heart of doubt, didn’t dare say anything.

After all, the person who had contacted them was Young Master Wu, whose identity had been verified as the son of a major arms dealer from M country.

The Divine Doctor he introduced would surely be genuine.

"The Divine Doctor, please get into the car, the motorcade is prepared for you."

Jiang Man only brought Wu Yingfan with her to the palace, leaving Vermilion Bird and Seth behind for any unforeseen needs.

The Lincoln antique car was very impressive, designed to imitate the past.

This model was the same one that Princess Diana of Y country rode in during her wedding procession.

Jiang Man glanced at the motorcade; the turnout was indeed significant.

The lead vehicle was an unassuming military business car, which seemed like a business vehicle but was fortified like an armored one, and it hid a number of firearms and ammunition inside.

The following vehicle was the same type of open-top Lincoln, but larger, able to fit about a dozen people.

These dozen people sat upright, fully armed and ready.

Jiang Man least liked being too high-profile.

She did not take this car, instead asking the hotel reception for a business sedan to take her and Wu Yingfan, trailing behind the motorcade.

Consequently, the main car was left empty.

As they passed by, people wondered with curiosity who warranted such a grand escort.

At eight in the morning, Jiang Man and Wu Yingfan arrived on time at the palace’s back garden.

The garden was extravagantly large, with a very high coverage of tropical vegetation, and flower beds were everywhere.

The Muslim architecture was striking, surrounded by clusters of flowers, bathed in a soft sunlight. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Who would have thought that in the desert country of Bay Country, the palace garden would be like a paradise on earth?

In the center of the garden, an exaggeratedly large Western dining table was set.

At one end of the table sat three individuals, all in Arabian attire.

The Queen was adorned in gold and jewels, dazzlingly elaborate to the point of being blinding, especially when the sunlight hit her, creating a twinkling, shimmering effect.

"Your Majesty the King, the Queen, Prince, Divine Doctor has arrived," announced the tailcoat-clad man.

He was the palace butler, and the reason he personally went to meet Jiang Man was mainly because of the renown of the Divine Doctor.

King of the Bay Country, his brows furrowed, sized up the young man before him who seemed to be in his early twenties and looked like he was still in university.

"Are you the Divine Doctor?" His tone was skeptical, even carrying a tinge of scorn.

The Queen picked up her milk tea cream for a sip and dabbed her mouth with a napkin.

After moistening her throat, she lifted her chin high, scrutinizing Wu Yingfan from top to bottom.

"Head steward, are you certain you have the right person?" the Queen asked arrogantly.

The head steward bowed respectfully, "There should be no mistakes, ma’am. The young man was introduced by Young Master Wu, the son of Wu Qiong, an arms dealer from M country..."

When Wu Qiong was mentioned, the King’s frown finally eased a lot.

If it was really someone introduced by Wu Qiong’s son, then it shouldn’t be wrong.

"I hear that your Chinese medicine is incredibly miraculous, that you can know the illness just by touching someone’s wrist with your hand?"

The King obviously had a keen interest in the mysterious oriental medical arts.

But interest aside, he didn’t quite believe it.

That’s why, after his son was diagnosed with infertility, he invited world-renowned doctors from all over, including witch doctors, but he never sought a Chinese medicine practitioner.

"King, you’ve got it wrong, I’m not the Divine Doctor, she is."

Wu Yingfan pointed to Jiang Man beside him.

Jiang Man nodded slightly, already prepared for negotiation with the other party.

But before she could speak, the Queen interrupted her first: "Her?"

She first glanced at the King beside her, then turned to Jiang Man: "Which medical university did you graduate from?"

"I studied physics in college," Jiang Man said lightly, her facial expression unfazed.

Faced with such skepticism, she was long accustomed to it.

Being doubted because of her young age was common enough.

"Studied physics? And then became a Divine Doctor? My goodness, this is just absurd!" the Queen exclaimed, as if she had heard some world-shattering news.

Jiang Man chuckled lightly, unconcerned with such an exaggerated reaction.

"Let me take the Prince’s pulse, and all will be clear."

"I don’t see the need, it’s a waste of everyone’s time," the Queen refused directly, very rudely, and even somewhat arrogantly.

"I think we should wait for Doctor Freud; he is an authority in this field."

The Queen’s overbearing manner and overconfidence were quite apparent.

The King frowned slightly, hesitant.

Men can’t stand a woman’s nagging, especially when it’s constant.

"I think it wouldn’t hurt to let her try."

The typically silent and reticent Prince suddenly spoke up.

It was then that Jiang Man noticed him, with his clear, bright blue eyes.

A very handsome Middle Eastern face, with large eyes and thick eyelashes, and even though he had a beard, it didn’t detract from his handsomeness.

Wu Yingfan scooted closer to Jiang Man and whispered in Chinese: "The Prince isn’t the Queen’s own son; she’s the successor."

Jiang Man had read plenty of original European history, and she thought that foreign royal intrigues, compared to our ancestors’, were like children playing house.

It’s said that the Chinese value their offspring more, but that’s not necessarily the case.

Foreigners, especially those rooted in royal traditions, can have an unimaginable emphasis on progeny.

"The Queen has a young son, and rumors abound that she has been administering chronic poison in the Prince’s food, which led to his infertility."

"Oh?" Jiang Man’s brows arched: "You seem quite adept at gathering gossip."

"Of course!" Wu Yingfan replied, particularly proud.

"..." Jiang Man found his story to be utter nonsense.

What era was this? Were there still such foolish acts as slow poisoning?

Nonetheless, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the Queen was probably not too fond of the Prince.

Hearing that the Prince wanted the young Divine Doctor to give it a try, the King didn’t hesitate.

"Divine Doctor, if you really can cure my son’s illness, all the conditions your assistant has put forward, I will agree to them!"

"Assistant? Me? No, I’m her good buddy!" Wu Yingfan pointed at his nose, trying hard to clarify.

But no one paid any attention to his explanation.

Jiang Man stepped forward, her gaze piercing, polite but maintaining her dignity: "Prince, please extend your hand, palm up, I need to take your pulse."

"How long will you need to take the pulse?"

"Hush." Jiang Man made a silencing gesture, her eyes sharp and commanding.

She sat in front of the Prince and extended her fingers to rest on his pulse.

The Queen looked on and snorted coldly.

So many machines couldn’t figure out the Prince’s illness, yet this Chinese medicine practitioner pretends to do it just by taking his pulse?