Would You Be Interested in Seeing Patients at West China Hall?

Even Wei Xingzhou felt a little embarrassed. Why was the young girl from Second Master's household doing something so mean?

Ji Chuxing acted as though she hadn't heard him. She walked over and grabbed the old traditional Chinese medicine doctor's hand just as he was about to insert a needle. "She didn't have a stroke. Those are just symptoms. You can't use acupuncture like that!"

"How is it not a stroke? She suddenly fainted, and her mouth is crooked... Are you the doctor, or am I?"

The old doctor was so angry that his mustache bristled.

"This is Doctor Shen! He's the best doctor at West China Hall. Don't come here and cause trouble!" Someone from the pharmacy immediately came over to stop Ji Chuxing, looking thoroughly impatient.

Ji Chuxing gave her a casual glance. She didn't say anything, but for some reason, the young nurse didn't dare touch her.

The old doctor ignored Ji Chuxing and continued with the acupuncture, but in the blink of an eye, the silver needle in his hand was gone.

Ji Chuxing snatched the silver needle from his hand, and silver needles swiftly pierced several acupuncture points on the old woman's body. Her hands moved so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

"You!" The old doctor bristled and glared. "What are you doing? You..."

Before he could finish, he saw Ji Chuxing insert nine silver needles into the old woman's acupuncture points with perfect accuracy.

The old doctor was dumbfounded.

He was sixty-seven and had practiced medicine for over forty years, but this was the first time in his life he had seen such an extraordinary technique.

He gazed intently at Ji Chuxing, but the young nurse at the pharmacy was frightened. "What are you doing? You'll get someone killed messing around like that! Doctor Shen!"

The old doctor raised a hand, stopping the nurse.

Wei Xingzhou himself was dumbfounded, let alone the people around him.

Before anyone present could react, the old woman's fingers moved, and she slowly regained consciousness.

Ji Chuxing stood up and reminded them, "Give her the medicine."

Only then did the old doctor come to his senses. He immediately gave the old woman two pills from the medicine she had been holding.

The color slowly returned to the old woman's pale face, and her breathing grew steady.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Chuxing had removed all the silver needles.

The old woman recovered and looked at the old doctor, then at Ji Chuxing. At the sight of the fairy-like girl, her eyes lit up. "Did you save me?"

As she spoke, she reached out and took Ji Chuxing's small hand. The old woman's hand was aged and warm, and Ji Chuxing didn't forcibly pull away.

The old doctor was just about to nod, but immediately said, "Ah, no. This young girl saved you. She was the one who used acupuncture on you just now. That's why you woke up so quickly."

After the old woman woke up, the pharmacy staff quickly dispersed the onlookers. The old doctor and a young nurse helped the old woman up and settled her in a chair.

Ji Chuxing's expression remained calm.

The old woman studied Ji Chuxing several times, her eyes full of affection. "The Yangtze's waves behind drive on those ahead. Our country truly has talent in abundance. Young lady, you saved me. How can I thank you? Is there anything you like?"

Everything about the old woman said she had money, so Ji Chuxing didn't stand on ceremony. "A consultation fee."

The old woman was taken aback, but then, without any hesitation, she gave Ji Chuxing a check.

Wow, Ji Chuxing thought, and then accepted it without the slightest hesitation.

Treating patients is wonderful. I can make money!

The old woman seemed to like such a straightforward child. She insisted on taking a small box from her pocket and giving it to her. "Young lady, I live at Pine Grove Villa on Bauhinia Mountain. If you ever need anything, come find me anytime. Oh, right, you can also come play mahjong with me. Do you know how?"

Ji Chuxing nodded. "I'll come find you when I have time. Make sure you rest when you get home, and take your medicine on time. Also, your previous medicine was wrong. You didn't have a stroke."

As she spoke, she casually picked up a pen and paper from the table and swiftly wrote out a prescription. "This is your new medicine. Take it for three full courses."

"All right. Remember to give me a follow-up examination when the time comes." The old woman agreed happily. What a kind and clever young girl. If her granddaughter were still here, she would surely be just like her!

Ji Chuxing nodded.

In the end, she happily left, holding a check for five hundred thousand yuan.

The old doctor hurried after her. "Young lady, wait for me! Wait for me!"

Ji Chuxing frowned. "What is it?" What do you want? Are you trying to steal my money or take a share? I'll beat you up!

The old doctor couldn't bear to look at the wary way she clutched her check. His face was full of excitement. "That acupuncture technique you just used—what was it?"

Although he had practiced medicine for many years, traditional Chinese medicine had been passed down for two thousand years, and by modern times, many acupuncture techniques had been lost. He had seen Ji Chuxing use nine silver needles, and a bold, even impossible, guess had occurred to him, but he didn't dare think too deeply about it.

Ji Chuxing said nothing, but since he wasn't there for a share of her money, she was less wary.

The old doctor knew she wasn't inclined to talk, so he politely asked, "I've never seen such a fast and extraordinary acupuncture technique in all my life. And how did you determine that the old lady hadn't had a stroke?"

"Oh," Ji Chuxing said. "Experience."

The old doctor was speechless.

How was he supposed to have a conversation with this girl?

How old are you, talking about experience?

The old doctor said resentfully, "Hmph, if you don't want to say, forget it."

Ji Chuxing really did stop talking. She turned to leave, but the old doctor widened his eyes and immediately stopped her again. He was as polite as if he were addressing an ancestor. "Young lady, would you be interested in seeing patients at West China Hall?"

Ji Chuxing thought for a moment. "Does it pay?"

A closer look would have revealed the light in her eyes, as though she had spotted a treasury.

The old doctor was startled, then nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes. The consultation fees would be yours, but the pharmacy would keep the payment for the medicine."

"Hmm..." Ji Chuxing blinked. "I'll think about it."

The old doctor was so happy he nearly jumped. "All right, take your time thinking it over. You're welcome at West China Hall anytime. Ah, right, my surname is Shen. Here's my card."

Ji Chuxing glanced at the dignified, old-fashioned name on the card-Shen Daozhang.

She tucked it into her schoolbag and waved at the old doctor. "I'm leaving now."

The old doctor froze. The expectant look on his face vanished in an instant. Watching Ji Chuxing walk away, he pursed his lips, a little disappointed.

The young girl actually didn't know what the name Shen Daozhang meant.

Wei Xingzhou had taken ten thousand points of shock. He still hadn't recovered from learning that Ji Chuxing knew traditional Chinese medicine, only to be shocked again by the name Shen Daozhang.

This was West China Hall, wasn't it? The best traditional Chinese medicine clinic in all of South City, and now it actually wanted the young girl from Bo Yanchen's household to see patients there?

That was Shen Daozhang just now, wasn't it?

His eyes weren't playing tricks on him, were they?

Shen Daozhang, the divine healer of West China Hall, wanted the young girl from Second Master's household to see patients there?

His worldview had collapsed!

Meanwhile, as the old doctor was chasing after Ji Chuxing, Wen Li'an hurried into the pharmacy.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old woman sitting unharmed in a chair.

"Grandma, why did you go out alone?"

The old woman snorted in displeasure. "What else could I do? None of you ever come home. If I want to go out for a stroll, I have to beg you to come back!"

Wen Li'an paused. "It's my fault."

The old woman recalled what had just happened, and her eyes lit up. "I met an interesting young girl. She was like a fairy."

Wen Li'an frowned, but before he could open his mouth to refuse, the old woman added, "Don't say anything. You're not good enough for her, so don't flatter yourself."

Wen Li'an was speechless.

He had only wondered out of habit whether his grandmother was trying to play matchmaker indiscriminately.

Was that really necessary? Was he even her own grandson?

Still, the old woman's standards were sky-high. Just whom had she met?

But the old woman wouldn't say. Holding the prescription Ji Chuxing had given her, she found her outstanding eldest grandson wanting for the first time.

By the time Ji Chuxing returned to the car, ten minutes had passed.

Bo Yanchen looked at the package of medicinal herbs placed in the back seat, not particularly surprised. "What took you so long?"

He handed her the milk tea he had just sent Fang He to buy, with the straw already inserted.

Ji Chuxing took it and had a sip, her eyes narrowing happily. Hugging the milk tea, she glanced at Bo Yanchen. "Hmm, I saved someone." Hehe, I also made a little money!

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow. "Our Xingbao is so amazing?"

Ji Chuxing gave a little huff. "Of course I am."

Well, the girl was quite full of herself.

Wei Xingzhou was speechless.

Those two were really something. One dared to praise her, and the other was happy to accept it.

They returned to Bo Yanchen's residence.

Ji Chuxing carried the herbs into the kitchen, where clattering sounds soon rang out, accompanied by a strong medicinal smell.

The smell nearly made Wei Xingzhou throw up.

Bo Yanchen, on the other hand, looked perfectly normal.

He had finished listening to Wei Xingzhou's account of what had happened at the pharmacy, and his expression was appreciative. "Little money grubber."

Wei Xingzhou was speechless.

Is that the point? The point is that your girl is seventeen, but her medical skills are like a seventy-year-old's!

Bo Yanchen didn't think it was anything remarkable. "Elder Ji is a national master of traditional Chinese medicine. What's strange about his granddaughter knowing a little? You seem pretty free, though?"

Besides, apart from not doing well in her studies, his girl was good at everything.

She was well-behaved, obedient, and adorable, and she also knew a little medicine. She was very capable of making her own way in life. That was plenty good.

Wei Xingzhou couldn't stand hearing the words "pretty free" now.

He almost didn't recognize the words "a little" anymore, either.

As they talked, Ji Chuxing came out of the kitchen holding something that looked like a drink. She handed it to Bo Yanchen. "Here."

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow. "For me to drink?"

Ji Chuxing nodded.

Bo Yanchen didn't think much of it. Although he hadn't drunk such sugary things before, he couldn't let down the girl who had given him a drink, so he drank it without hesitation.

It was just... the taste was a little strange.

Only after he had finished did he ask, "What kind of drink is this?"

"Hmm, it just strengthens the body." It's for treating your leg!

Bo Yanchen chuckled. "All right. Xingbao made it especially for me."

Ji Chuxing explained seriously, "I made it while I was sorting the herbs."

"Oh, so you made it especially for me while you were at it. Not bad. My girl really does know how to care for people."

Ji Chuxing went back into the kitchen without looking back.

Bo Yanchen chuckled softly.

Wei Xingzhou thought Bo Yanchen was rather bored, teasing a young girl like that.

He followed Ji Chuxing into the kitchen and asked curiously, "Where's your medicinal brew?"

"Oh, I poured it out," Ji Chuxing said unconcernedly, carrying the empty cup back into the kitchen.

Wei Xingzhou felt as though he had been struck by a bolt from the blue. He had worked so hard carrying those herbs.

He was on the verge of breaking down, but she was Second Master's little ancestor. What could he say?

That night, Ji Chuxing was well-behaved, at least in Bo Yanchen's eyes.

At ten o'clock, the young girl obediently went to bed.

At ten thirty that night, Wei Xingzhou left Bo Yanchen's residence and drove straight to an underground casino.

He got out of the car and was respectfully ushered inside, completely unaware that a small figure was following him.