Chapter 12: 010 This is a divine doctor
Editor: Henyee Translations
Such a grand manner.
Mu Cheng, barely containing his anger, began to make a phone call, “Yes, right at the underground market, hurry over.”
After hanging up, he spoke coldly, “Miss, don’t think that just because our master has just bought an ancient coin from you, you can act this way…”
Before he could finish speaking, the girl interrupted, “Arrhythmia, increasing chest pain in the precardial area, already spread to the left shoulder and abdomen.”
“Smoking has caused a shadow on the lungs, and the respiratory pathways are not completely cleared of blockages.”
In the end, Ying Zijin raised her eyes, “From midnight to eight in the morning is the peak period of the condition, and you should not be out so late after having surgery just a month ago.”
Mu Cheng was stunned, finding it unbelievable, “You…”
She was spot on!
Even the timing of the surgery!
Before he could recover from his shock, he heard the girl say indifferently, “Silver needles.”
Mu Cheng didn’t have time to ponder how she knew he carried silver needles; he hastily handed over the box containing the silver needles.
Ying Zijin opened the box and took seven silver needles directly into her hand, ready to begin.
Upon seeing this, Mu Cheng couldn’t help but speak up to remind her, “Use no more than four silver needles at a time.”
At his words, Ying Zijin finally gave him a glance.
In her clear, black and white pupils, there was no emotion, shrouded in mist, making it impossible to discern happiness or anger.
“You could be quieter.”
“I’m sorry,” Mu Cheng said somewhat embarrassingly, yet he didn’t think there was anything wrong.
He had seen Miss Meng from the ancient medical field treat Mu Heqing before, using only four silver needles at the same time.
He even inquired about it and learned that there were basically no people in the ancient medical field who could use seven silver needles at once.
It made sense; with only two hands, how could one possibly control seven silver needles?
But in the next second, Mu Cheng couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
He saw the seven silver needles in the girl’s hands turned into a blur, entering and withdrawing from one acupoint after another with astonishing speed.
Mu Cheng tried hard to track the position of the silver needles but realized he couldn’t see them clearly, his heart pounding.
What sort of hand speed was this?
After Ying Zijin finished the last acupoint, Mu Heqing lying on the ground finally caught a breath, the cyanosis on his face slowly fading, returning to a healthy ruddiness.
The entire treatment had taken less than a minute.
Ying Zijin put away the silver needles neatly, placing them back into the box.
She stood up, one hand in her pocket, standing there with a carefree poise, her breathing not the slightest bit disturbed, “It’s done.”
Mu Cheng was still in a daze, feeling even more like he was in a dream.
Even after Miss Meng had treated Mu Heqing, she would be exhausted; this was…
“Cough, cough, cough!” Mu Heqing suddenly started coughing violently, laboriously opening his eyes.
Previously, he had been in a semi-conscious state, but he was still aware of his surroundings.
After calming his breathing, with the help of Mu Cheng, Mu Heqing slowly stood up.
He coughed a few more times, his expression serious, his gaze gentle and his tone mild, “Young lady, you have saved my life, so if there’s anything you need, just ask.”
He clearly felt that his heart was much better than before.
Such medical expertise was probably unrivaled even in the entire ancient medical field.
“No need,” Ying Zijin replied, seemingly unconcerned, “It was just at hand.”
It had been a long time since she had healed someone, but it seemed her skills had not deteriorated; in the future, if she was short on money, she could still make a living from this line of work.
Mu Heqing did not insist. After thinking for a moment, he took out a jade pendant and said earnestly, “Then keep this. If there’s anything you need, as long as it’s not illegal, I will make sure it’s done.”
Mu Cheng was shocked.
This was no ordinary promise; it was a vow from the head of the Mu family.
Ying Zijin hadn’t intended to accept, but upon seeing the “Mu” character on the Jade Pendant, her gaze intensified for a moment, as if she had recalled something, and in the end, she accepted: “Okay.”
Only then did Mu Heqing smile contentedly, “May I have the honor of knowing your name?”
It was rare for him to meet a young lady that caught his fancy so much; he simply had to make her acquaintance.
Ying Zijin pondered for a moment before replying: “My surname is Ying.”
Ying?
Upon hearing that surname, Mu Cheng immediately thought of the Ying Family, one of the Four major noble families in Shanghai City, as the Ying surname was not common.
This Miss Ying indeed did not seem to come from an ordinary family; the inherent nobility in her bones was innate. But the Ying Family…
Mu Cheng frowned.
They had, of course, had dealings with the Ying Family, but with the Ying Family’s limited strength, could they really cultivate a daughter skilled in Ancient Medicine?
Mu Heqing had thought of this too, but did not probe further, only smiling, “Miss Ying, would you be interested in accompanying an old man to the Imperial Capital?”
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly, surprised: “I have no such plans at the moment.”
Right now, all she wanted was to retire and live a simple life, planting flowers and raising pigs, to be a carefree parasite.
“That’s fine,” Mu Heqing nodded understandingly, “If you ever change your mind, remember to contact me, Mu Cheng.”
Mu Cheng stepped forward and handed her a business card, somewhat sheepishly, “I apologize, Miss Ying, for having doubted you earlier and affronting you. I’m sorry.”
“No need; you didn’t know, and there’s no trust between strangers,” Ying Zijin nodded, “I shall take my leave now.”
Mu Cheng felt even more embarrassed.
He had not seen through a young lady as she had.
After watching the girl depart, Mu Heqing stood motionless, silent for a long while, then suddenly asked, “Mu Cheng, what do you think about arranging a match for her?”
Before Mu Cheng could respond, he spoke for himself, “Forget it, these foolish youngsters of mine are all disappointing, not worthy of her; best not to inflict them upon her.”
Mu Cheng: “…”
Was there ever an elder who disparaged his own descendants so?
“What a pity, why isn’t she a daughter of my Mu family… If she were…” Mu Heqing sighed, then instructed, “We’ll stay in Shanghai City for a few more days.”
**
After the snow had cleared, and it was a perfect sunny noon.
Yun Wu mist swirled in the distance, under the azure sky, where white birds soared and circled, a rare tranquility and peace prevailed.
The Ying Family’s old mansion.
Zhong Manhua glanced up at the third floor, frowning: “The Second Miss hasn’t woken up yet?”
The butler shook his head: “No signs of movement.”
“It’s already noon and she hasn’t woken up.” Zhong Manhua was displeased, “Wake her up and tell her to come down for lunch.”
The butler was about to leave when the telephone in the living room suddenly rang.
He checked: “Madam, it’s a call from the Imperial Capital.”
Zhong Manhua’s expression turned serious: “Give it to me.”
The butler handed her the phone respectfully and waited aside.
Whatever was said on the other end, Zhong Manhua nodded repeatedly, and after hanging up, she smiled, “The Mu family is going to send Chen Zhou here, probably around May.”
The butler was surprised: “But has something happened with the Mu family?”
Why would the Mu family, thriving in the Imperial Capital, suddenly decide to send one of their heirs to Shanghai City?
“I don’t know, but we must receive him well.” Zhong Manhua poured herself a cup of tea with graceful movements, “We need to start preparing now. In a moment, send someone to order furniture and vacate the second room on the right side of the third floor.”
The Mu family of the Imperial Capital was not to be trifled with by any of Shanghai City’s four major noble families; relations must be maintained at all costs.
“Madam, I think it’s better not to let Young Master Chen Zhou stay in the old mansion,” said the butler hesitantly, reminding her, “The Second Miss still doesn’t understand the rules of a wealthy family, and if she offends him…”
