"NO! Let just see what happen first."
Wu Han tried to calm her down. Even he had not planned for this situation, and he could not be certain whether it was an aftereffect of his own scheme or something entirely separate.
"But the Miracle Doctor is you."
Luo Lan might not go out often, but she was not lacking in political sense. In fact, she understood it far too well. Politics was all she had ever known. From the day she could walk, she had lived as a pawn on a board she never chose.
She knew his title as the Miracle Doctor's disciple was nothing more than a shield.
A mask meant to keep stronger forces from noticing him.
Because in truth, he could not defend himself if a powerful enemy decided to seize him and force him into becoming their healer.
That was the danger of being useful.
And now, right in front of them, someone was pretending to be him.
A fraud was selling medicine he had never made.
Luo Lan clenched her fists.
