Chapter 572: Simple Scam Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter

By then, most people had returned to their seats, but the fat man hadn't. Ye Mo estimated a flight attendant would discover him soon. Luo Shengdong's behavior was obviously suspicious; his body language screamed guilt, despite his facial expression.

Meng Jiushan, though annoyed by the interruption, understood their concern.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I really can't die yet. There are people I can't leave behind, please help me," the middle-aged woman pleaded.

Her anxiety made her voice rise, drawing attention. A flight attendant approached and said apologetically, "Madam, please fasten your seatbelt and remain seated except in an emergency."

Ye Mo rubbed his head. He didn't want the attention, so he said, "Big sister, please sit down, then we can talk."

The middle-aged woman sat.

"I charge a fee, and it's very expensive. If you're unwilling to pay, don't ask for my help," Ye Mo said, not unkindly, but not entirely compassionate either.

He liked the woman, but not her daughter. Her clothes and jewelry indicated wealth; she could afford his fee. If she refused or was afraid of being scammed, he'd save himself the trouble.

The onlookers exchanged knowing glances: "So it's about money."

Meng Jiushan knew of Ye Mo's abilities. Masters rarely worked for free, so the request for payment was normal. However, demanding payment upfront damaged the "master" image; he usually performed the service first.

The woman believed in Ye Mo's power; otherwise, Meng Jiushan wouldn't have.

The young woman showed extreme disgust. She started to speak, then stopped.

"Of course, I'll pay, but I don't have that much cash. I'll ensure you receive payment after we land," the woman quickly nodded.

Ye Mo immediately said, "Give me your card and password."

"Sure, sure." She produced a gold card, "The password is 765690. There's three million in it; you can take up to ten million. If that's not enough—"

Ye Mo took it, waving his hand. "That'll do." A few million was only a few hundred thousand USD, so he wasn't concerned.

"You—" The young woman glared.

Ye Mo ignored her, saying to the woman, "Give me your hand."

The young woman, unable to stop him, looked at her mother, who gave her a look of disappointment and sadness. She ignored her daughter and gave her hand to Ye Mo.

The young woman planned to have her family freeze the card.

The onlookers admired Ye Mo's speed, scamming millions before even diagnosing the patient. They wondered how he'd maintain the deception.

Ye Mo checked the woman's meridian with his chi. He discovered a mutation in her brain's blood vessels, affecting her entire body. Small black dots covered the vessels. Modern medicine couldn't cure it; she had months to live, enduring daily hours of agonizing pain. Luckily, her cerebral neurons were undamaged. Ye Mo felt sympathy; the hospital couldn't help, but he could in an hour.

He chose not to treat her on the plane to avoid exposure.

Ye Mo produced items from his pocket and spent twenty minutes drawing a charm on the chair.

No one understood how he carried so much. Afterward, he returned the items to his pocket.

Meng Jiushan was shocked. He hadn't expected Ye Mo to cure diseases with charms. He believed in charms—he could make simple ones—but never life-saving ones. Ye Mo became even more mysterious.

Ye Mo gave the charm to the woman. "This is a perversion and sickness removal charm. Place it on your head at 5 a.m. tomorrow. When it turns to ashes, you'll be fine."

"Huh?" The woman, though believing in him, was dazed. Even with a thousand placements, it wouldn't turn to dust for years. "Um, Doctor, how long will it take to turn to dust?"

Ye Mo replied, "Given your condition, about thirty minutes. The dust is the poison; don't discard it carelessly. Bury it in a remote location."

Many applauded his scam skills. They expected an on-the-spot cure, not a time-delaying tactic. By the time the woman discovered the deception, he'd be gone.

Finally, someone spoke. "Young man, that's immoral. You took her card and gave her a charm?"

Ye Mo scanned him. "We agreed to this. What's it to you? Although I could cure you with a charm, I wouldn't sell it to you for a hundred million."

"Haha, I'm sick now? You're funny," the middle-aged man retorted.

Ye Mo stated plainly, "You have a hard-to-cure heart disease."

"You!" The man tried to fight but was restrained. He was strong, yet this "fraud" claimed he had heart disease?

The middle-aged man said to the woman, "Big sister, beware of fraudsters. There are too many these days."

The woman smiled, not replying. The man shook his head, realizing he'd been interfering.

Then, Ye Mo saw a flight attendant inquiring about the empty seat.