Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Julian smiled and said, “It must be fate.” Sybil pulled Henry and gestured at him, hooking her finger. Henry immediately leaned over. Sybil’s expression was mysterious. She smiled and said to Henry, “Did you notice? Julian has been smiling like a fool since signing that marriage certificate.” Henry nodded vigorously. “I noticed it long ago.”

Sybil smiled and lowered her voice. “People used to say that being in love would make one soft. I thought that no matter how much Julian changed, he wouldn’t smile this often. I didn’t see this coming at all.”

Henry also lowered his voice. “So, are you interested in dating someone, too?” Sybil rolled her eyes. “God, no. I have such a bubbly personality. If I were to fall in love, wouldn’t my face be wrinkled up from smiling so much?” “Pfft…” Henry imagined Sybil’s wrinkled face and burst out laughing. “What are you laughing at?” Sybil quipped. The two of them looked at the stage again. On the stage….

Gwen was so angry that she rebuked Annalise. “You’re spouting nonsense. Traditional medicine practitioners. like you are so ridiculous. You’re spouting nonsense everywhere because your prescriptions don’t cause immediate harm. Whenever you treat a patient, you either say that their kidney is deficient or it’s hyperactive. Otherwise, it’s either the liver, the lungs, or the heart that is hyperactive. No one can prove those things exist, after all. So all you do is prescribe some traditional medicine and tell the patient to finish it. And you call that a healing treatment? What a joke.”

Annalise raised her eyebrows slightly. “What do you mean, no one can prove it? Aren’t you coming over tomorrow? I’ll see those pimples on your face tomorrow, but you insist that no one can prove it. Do you think everyone here is blind?” Gwen was speechless. Sharp-tongued women were so frustrating. Gwen had always thought of herself as quite eloquent, but she did not expect Annalise to be so sassy.

When Mina heard Annalise saying that Gwen’s face would have a breakout the next day, she immediately took the microphone and said, “Ms. Barton, how about this? Let’s make a bet. If Gwen has no acne tomorrow, you should admit before everyone that traditional medicine practitioners are no good.”

Mina was in complete shock. Were traditional medicine practitioners that incredible? Annalise only took one look at Gwen, and she knew that Gwen suffered from insomnia and would soon have a breakout. Mina desperately wanted to make this bet.

If what Annalise said was true and Gwen would have pimples the next day, why should she learn modern medicine? She would learn traditional medicine instead.

before everyone that modern medicine is no good. However, it seems like you can’t make the decision alone. You

are confident. Now, I have to ask. You’re only a junior debater. Does your bet count? Can you represent your entire team of traditional medicine practitioners?” Gwen was equally direct. “Of course, she

was too impulsive. But after seeing Jonathan personally taking part in the bet, they were relieved. Jonathan was a disciple of Joseph Quigley, the medical expert. He would only agree

a difficult position. Gwen lowered her voice. She guaranteed the first speaker that her face would not have

she was young. When she got home later, she would immediately cool her body down with various methods and ensure that she would not get pimples tomorrow. “Okay.”

see which is better, modern or traditional medicine.” Gwen was furious. “Ms. Barton, by doing this, you’re simply disregarding the rules and

have agreed to a bet, I think it’s a good way to settle this debate. Let’s use the outcome of the bet as the outcome of the

practitioners among the judges. Earlier, all of them had witnessed the debate, but they still could not come to a conclusion.

on purpose. “Do you know how I cured Old Madam Zeller that day? I listened to your suggestion. Didn’t you say you wanted to open the window and let the air circulate? You also wanted to give her a deep tissue massage and open all the meridians in her

that manner would frustrate her to death. Even if Gwen drank several pitchers of chamomile tea and

was frustrated, her organs would be hyperactive. Her body would heat up. She would lose sleep that night and have

had prepared beforehand. He walked towards Annalise. “Annie, you did so well.” Julian could not help but praise Annalise. Annalise had been very calm and composed, but her face turned red after