Chapter 10: This Person is a Divine Physician

"What a big mouth you have."

Suppressing his anger, Mu Cheng began to make a phone call: "Yes, it's at the underground market. Get here as quickly as possible."

After hanging up, he said coldly, "Miss, don't think that just because our master just bought an ancient coin from you, you can act so..."

Before he could finish, the girl spoke: "Arrhythmia, intensified precordial pain spreading to the left shoulder and abdomen."

"Smoking has caused shadows in the lungs, and there are obstructions in the respiratory tract that haven't been fully cleared."

Finally, Ying Zijin looked up: "The peak period for attacks is from midnight to 8:00 AM. He just had surgery a month ago; he shouldn't have been out this late."

Mu Cheng froze, incredulous: "You..."

It was not a single bit off!

Including 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 wonder how she knew he was carrying silver needles; he hurriedly handed over the box containing them.

Ying Zijin opened the box, directly pinched the seven silver needles inside in her hand, and was about to make her move.

Seeing this, Mu Cheng couldn't help but remind her: "At most, use four silver needles at a time."

Hearing this, Ying Zijin finally spared him a glance.

Her clear black-and-white pupils held no emotion, shrouded in a misty haze, making her joy or anger impossible to discern.

"You can be quiet."

"S-sorry." Mu Cheng felt somewhat embarrassed, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his suggestion.

When he had previously watched Miss Meng from the Ancient Medical World treat Mu Heqing, she had also only used four silver needles simultaneously.

He had even asked about it back then, only to learn that someone in the Ancient Medical World capable of using seven silver needles at once basically did not exist.

It made sense; one only has two hands—how could anyone control seven silver needles?

But in the next second, Mu Cheng's eyes widened uncontrollably.

The seven silver needles in the girl's hand became a blur of afterimages, plunging into and withdrawing from acupoints one after another with extreme speed.

Mu Cheng struggled to track the position of the needles, but he found he couldn't see them clearly at all, his heart racing with trepidation.

What kind of hand speed was this?

Once Ying Zijin finished the last acupoint, Mu Heqing, who had been collapsed on the ground, finally caught his breath. The bruising on his face slowly receded, returning to a healthy flush.

The entire treatment process took less than a minute.

Ying Zijin put the silver needles away and placed them back in the box.

She stood up, one hand in her pocket, standing there lazily without even a hint of breathlessness: "Done."

Mu Cheng was still dazed, feeling as if he were in a dream.

Even Miss Meng would lose her strength after treating Mu Heqing, but this...

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mu Heqing suddenly began to cough violently, struggling to open his eyes.

He had been in a semi-conscious state earlier, but he could still perceive the outside world.

After steadying his breathing, Mu Heqing slowly stood up with Mu Cheng's assistance.

He coughed a few more times, his expression serious, his gaze gentle, and his tone soothing: "Little girl, you saved my life. Whatever you need, just ask."

He could clearly feel that his heart was much better than usual.

Such medical skill was likely unparalleled even in the Ancient Medical World.

"No need." Ying Zijin didn't care much. "It was just a casual thing."

It had been a long time since she had treated anyone; it seemed her abilities hadn't regressed. If she ran out of money again in the future, she could use this profession to earn a living.

Mu Heqing did not insist. After a moment of thought, he took out a jade pendant and said earnestly, "Then take this. If anything happens, as long as it isn't something criminal, I will certainly see it done."

Mu Cheng was startled.

This was no ordinary promise; this was the promise of the head of the Mu family.

Ying Zijin didn't intend to accept it, but when she saw the character "Mu" on the jade pendant, her gaze froze for a moment, as if recalling something. Ultimately, she accepted it: "Fine."

Only then was Mu Heqing satisfied, and he smiled: "I wonder if I might know your name?"

It was rare to encounter a young girl who suited his temperament so well; he had to get to know her.

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment and simply said, "My surname is Ying."

Ying?

Hearing this surname, Mu Cheng immediately thought of the Ying family, one of the four great prominent families in Shanghai, as the surname Ying was quite uncommon.

This Miss Ying indeed did not look like she came from an ordinary family; that innate nobility was in her bones, but the Ying family...

Mu Cheng frowned.

They had certainly come into contact with the Ying family before. With the Ying family's meager strength, could they have raised a daughter skilled in ancient medicine?

Mu Heqing thought of it too, but he didn't ask further, merely smiling: "Is Miss Ying interested in going to the Imperial Capital with this old man?"

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised: "Not at the moment."

Right now, she only wanted to live a quiet life, planting flowers and raising pigs, being a happy layabout.

"That's fine, that's fine too." Mu Heqing nodded. "If you want to come in the future, remember to contact me. Mu Cheng."

Mu Cheng stepped forward and handed over a business card, looking somewhat ashamed: "My apologies, Miss Ying. I was suspicious of you earlier and offended you. I am sorry."

"It's unnecessary. You didn't know, and there is no such thing as trust between strangers." Ying Zijin nodded. "I'll be going now."

Mu Cheng felt even more ashamed.

He wasn't as perceptive as a young girl.

After watching the girl leave, Mu Heqing remained standing in place for a long while before suddenly asking, "Mu Cheng, what do you think about arranging a marriage?"

Before Mu Cheng could answer, he continued to himself, "Forget it. Those brats are all useless and unworthy of the girl. It's better not to ruin her life."

Mu Cheng: "..."

Does anyone disparage their own descendants like that?

"What a pity. If only she were a daughter of our Mu family, if she were..." Mu Heqing sighed, then instructed, "Stay in Shanghai for a few days."

***

The snow had cleared and the sun was out; the midday sunlight was perfect.

Mist swirled in the distance, the sky was azure, and white birds circled above—a rare moment of peace and tranquility.

The Ying family ancestral home.

Zhong Manhua glanced at the third floor and frowned: "Has the second young lady not woken up yet?"

The butler shook his head: "There has been no movement."

"It's already noon and she's still not awake." Zhong Manhua said displeasedly, "Wake her up and tell her to come down for lunch."

Just as the butler was about to leave, the telephone in the living room suddenly rang.

He went over to check: "Madam, it's a call from the Imperial Capital."

Zhong Manhua's expression turned solemn: "Give it to me."

The butler respectfully handed it over and waited to the side.

After listening to whatever was said on the other end, Zhong Manhua nodded repeatedly. After hanging up, she smiled: "The Mu family wants to send Chenzhou over, probably around May."

The butler was surprised: "Has something important happened to the Mu family?"

The Mu family was developing well in the Imperial Capital; why would they suddenly send one of their heirs to Shanghai?

"I don't know, but we must host him well." Zhong Manhua poured a cup of tea with elegant movements. "Start preparations now. Send someone to order furniture in a moment and clear out the second room on the right side of the third floor."

The Mu family of the Imperial Capital and the four great prominent families of Shanghai were all entities one could not afford to offend; they had to build a good relationship.

"Madam, I think it might be better not to let Master Chenzhou stay in the ancestral home." The butler hesitated, reminding her, "The second young lady does not yet understand the rules of high society. If she causes offense..."