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Shit, is he seriously his own flesh and blood?

Only now did Jiang Huaping realize that the young girl was astonishingly beautiful, and she couldn’t help but pinch her fair and delicate face: “Oh dear, auntie got too excited, I didn’t scare you, did I?”

Ying Zijin shook her head slightly and politely greeted her.

Xiu Yu put away the faux wolf-tooth club, equally surprised: “Sister Huaping, why did you come in person?”

“I just happened to come back.” Jiang Huaping was overjoyed, “Xiao Yu is really good.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

At last, he understood why his mom always made him call her sister; it turned out she was spoiled rotten.

Jiang Ran’s expression grew even sulkier, his whole body radiating a “Daddy’s not happy” vibe.

The moral education director looked completely baffled.

But Zhong Manhua stood frozen on the spot, her face flushing with embarrassment, her lips trembling.

She felt an unprecedented awkwardness, as if all the blood in her body was flowing in reverse, with thorns pressing against her back.

The Jiang Family… wasn’t here to hold them accountable?

They were here to express gratitude?

It was then that Jiang Huaping turned her head: “Madam Ying, right, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Zhong Manhua naturally knew Jiang Huaping.

Jiang Huaping was her contemporary, Jiang Moyuan’s second sister, but she left for the capital when she was five.

After getting married, she left all the Shanghai City socialites far behind.

Zhong Manhua had always been intolerant of others causing her embarrassment, of being slapped in the face.

But this woman was Jiang Huaping; she didn’t even have the right to be angry.

“It’s not really anything.” Zhong Manhua took a deep breath, managing a smile, “I just heard that the kids fought at school, causing you an extra trip, how embarrassing.”

“Wow, lady, your face changes really quick.” Xiu Yu was astonished, “Didn’t you just insist on forcing Daddy Ying to apologize to the Jiang Family, even resorting to hitting someone, and now it’s suddenly not a big deal?”

Zhong Manhua’s face turned bright red, her eyes fierce: “Adults are talking, why is a child butting in?!”

Jiang Huaping’s smile faded, her expression cooling: “Madam Ying, didn’t you know it was because my son blocked this young girl from entering her class today that he got hit?”

“This matter, after all, was my son’s fault. The fight was also his idea, so why should your daughter apologize?”

It sounded like a question, but it was more like sarcasm.

Zhong Manhua’s expression stiffened, her momentum instantly weakening, her shame: “Zijin, why didn’t you tell mommy earlier?”

Ying Zijin lifted her eyes, her expression indifferent: “Nonsense.”

After thanking Jiang Huaping, she pushed the door open and left.

“Daddy Ying means that talking to you any further would simply be a waste of words,” Xiu Yu huffed, “Sister Huaping, let’s go.”

Jiang Huaping waved cheerfully, then spoke mildly: “Madam Ying, even though an adoptive child might not be as dear, there’s no need to treat her like an enemy, right?”

Zhong Manhua’s face burned with pain: “Yes, yes…”

Jiang Ran finally realized what was happening and sneered, “Who needs to apologize now? Are you sick? Mind your own business.”

He, a grown man, was certainly not a sore loser.

Humiliated by such a younger person, Zhong Manhua’s face reddened even further as she hurriedly left.

Jiang Ran was annoyed: “Mom, you still haven’t said how you got back.”

“The Meng Family has developed a new medicine; mom brought you a share,” Jiang Huaping patted his shoulder, “The capital is too chaotic right now, you’d better stay in Shanghai City.”

Jiang Ran replied absentmindedly, his mind was elsewhere.

It seems this transfer student’s life was quite miserable. Tsk, in that case, he’d be nicer to her considering her fluke victory over him.

**

At six o’clock, outside the school gate.

Nie Chao was dozing off in the back seat.

He only woke up when the car door opened and saw the girl sitting in the passenger seat: “Little sister came, huh.”

Ying Zijin turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Are you healed?”

“Boss, you’re just too awesome,” Nie Chao said excitedly. “Are you really a fortune-teller? Can you tell me when I’ll find true love?”

“Nie Chao.”

A lazy voice came from ahead, casual but with an undertone of warning.

“The Seventh Young Master, I’m just asking,” Nie Chao scratched his head. “It’s just out of curiosity.”

“Oh, I can’t,” Ying Zijin leaned against the window, resting her head on her hand, her expression distant. “Just kidding, just to scare you.”

Nie Chao: “…”

It must have been just a coincidence.

But why wasn’t she that gentle with him?

Fu Yunshen gave Ying Zijin a bag of chocolate beans before starting the car.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Shao Ren Hospital.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” Ying Zijin got out of the car, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. “You go on with your work; I can make my own way back.”

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen didn’t say much else. He raised his hand and ruffled her hair. “Be careful, and call me if you need anything.”

Ying Zijin didn’t mind; she straightened her hair and nodded before turning to walk towards the hospital entrance.

Mu Heqing had recommended this Shao Ren Hospital to her, a pure Chinese medicine hospital with a history of twenty years, almost as well-known as the First Hospital.

But with the rise of Western medicine in recent years, fewer and fewer people were coming to see Chinese medicine practitioners.

Ying Zijin glanced at the various large consultation rooms in the hospital and did some quick calculations.

With a plan in mind, she headed straight for the office of the head of internal medicine and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The voice carried the authority of someone accustomed to high office.

The door opened, and the head of internal medicine looked up, immediately frowning.

He had received a notification that an expert parachuted in would arrive around this time.

He already despised the act of using connections to get ahead, and to his surprise, it was just a little girl?

He doubted she could even differentiate between Angelica and Notopterygium, yet she had the cheek to bear the title of an expert and collect easy money.

The head of internal medicine snorted with derision, not even bothering to put on a polite expression.

He took out a file bag and tossed it on the table: “This is yours, take it.”

Ying Zijin opened it and casually flipped through it quickly, memorizing everything, then tossed it back.

Seeing this, the head of internal medicine was even more disgusted. He was about to say “Leave if there’s nothing else,” when the closed door was suddenly barged open.

A nurse ran in, out of breath and anxious. “Head of Department, patient number 17 has gone into deep shock!”

The head of internal medicine’s face turned pale. “I’m on my way.”

He couldn’t care less about Mu Cheng’s instructions and left the girl behind in a hurry.

Ying Zijin’s eyes flickered slightly as she followed calmly.

In the ward ahead.

The patient was covered in needles at each acupoint, yet his breathing was nearly gone.

The doctors were at a loss. “What do we do now, Head of Department?”

“Notify the family first,” the head of internal medicine gradually regained his composure. “The patient managing to hold on till now is already a miracle. It’s not surprising if we can’t save him.”

However, as if to contradict him, three words rang out in the ward.

“He can be saved.”

The doctors turned around, all stunned.

The head of internal medicine was already tense, and seeing someone adding to the chaos, his anger surged. “Save him? Fine, how do you propose we do that?”

Ying Zijin glanced only once and replied indifferently, “Golden Needle Crossing Points.”

“Golden Needle Crossing Points?” Upon hearing this, the head of internal medicine almost laughed out of anger. “What do you know about Golden Needle Crossing Points?”

This acupuncture technique was recorded in ancient books, dating back over two hundred years and had become the stuff of legends. Who could possibly know it?