The real heiress is wild and seductive, making all the male leads fall for her.

Chapter 73 Your Master's Surname is Chu?!

"Miss Song—"

That shout came from Qin Guodong.

Song Nanxi lowered her eyes and met his gaze.

Something flickered in Qin Guodong's eyes, and finally, it seemed like he had made a decision.

"How confident are you, Miss Song?"

Song Nanxi decisively stripped off the old man's shirt, heated the silver needles over a fire, and accurately inserted them into the acupoints.

"very."

Upon hearing this, everyone was clearly taken aback by her arrogance.

One needle after another, the old man's body was soon covered with needles.

The tip of the silver needle trembled slightly, and sweat beaded on the old man's forehead.

At first he was still convulsing, but gradually the convulsions became less and less intense.

Until it became completely quiet.

His cloudy eyes seemed to glance at Song Nanxi before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Everyone was incredulous and startled.

"What's wrong with Dad?!"

"Why is there no sound!"

Qin Guodong pulled out his bloodied and mangled finger and tested it under the old man's breath.

Then I breathed a sigh of relief and my breathing became steady.

He said incredulously, "Dad's asleep..."

And she slept very soundly.

Time passed slowly, but the old man showed no signs of relapsing.

The way everyone looked at Song Nanxi changed.

The huge weight in Qin Zhou's heart slowly lifted back into place, his expression a mixture of complex emotions and relief.

He just wanted to take a gamble, but he didn't expect that even God was on his side!

"Miss Song... no, Dr. Song! When will my father wake up?"

Qin Guodong suddenly changed his tune, his tone becoming gentler.

Song Nanxi had long been accustomed to this change.

"He'll wake up naturally once he's had enough sleep."

"This..." Uncle Qin said, "Dad hasn't had a full night's sleep in a long time, has he?"

Who said no?

It's not fair to say that Song Nanxi's technique was particularly amazing; given more time, other doctors might be able to do the same.

But Song Nanxi's acupuncture was so effective that it worked very quickly.

They thought they would have to go through another lot of trouble this time, but Song Nanxi solved it so quickly.

"How did you do that?"

Suddenly, an old voice came from the doorway.

"Old Zhong!"

"Mr. Zhong, you've arrived."

The old man was dressed in a gray-blue Tang suit, and his body exuded the scent of traditional Chinese medicine.

He ignored everyone and strode to Song Nanxi's side.

His eyes shone as he stared intently at the old man's body.

He muttered to himself, "Neiguan, Weizhong, Sanyinjiao... Jiquan... and this place is... no! No!"

His eyes lit up as he looked at it. "This spot is amazing! How come I didn't think of that! I never imagined that needling this acupoint would have such a miraculous effect!"

Dr. Zhong looked around but couldn't find the renowned doctor he had imagined.

He quickly asked, "Guodong, which doctor gave the old man acupuncture?"

"I am but a humble person."

Song Nanxi looked up with a smile, "Old sir, you were secretly learning my technique right in front of me, but you didn't even realize who applied the acupuncture?"

"you?"

Old Zhong hesitated for a moment, then looked at everyone.

Surprisingly, no one objected.

He couldn't hide his surprise, and also his shame at being teased by Song Nanxi.

"Oh dear, I really didn't expect such a young hero! Please forgive me, young friend!"

He clasped his hands together in a refined manner.

“Haha,” Song Nanxi said, “Don’t be so polite, sir. I was just joking with you.”

The two sentences left Old Zhong sweating profusely, and he let out a long sigh.

He chuckled and said, "Young friend, you're quite lively! I rushed over as fast as I could, afraid of causing any trouble. The old man's health can't withstand any more exertion; I thought he was going to suffer again."

Doctors are compassionate, especially heroes like Mr. Qin who serve the country and its people.

Now, in his old age, he is left with a body full of injuries. He has the will, but he is powerless to help!

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​applying acupuncture to these acupoints, young friend? I must say, you are truly bold and skillful!"

Song Nanxi didn't hold back and discussed it with Elder Zhong.

Dr. Zhong is a renowned expert in traditional Chinese medicine in China, and comes from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

Having practiced medicine for decades, I know a great deal.

The old man and the young man discussed Qin Lao's illness in increasingly in-depth ways.

Gradually, no one could understand it anymore.

Qin Guodong waved his hand, signaling Qin Zhou to stay and keep watch, while the others went out.

As soon as they came downstairs, Uncle Qin sighed, "I never expected this girl to be so young and yet..."

Really what?

Needless to say, everyone else already knows.

Everyone says that traditional Chinese medicine is declining, but only those who have access to top-tier resources know this.

Those who truly understand Traditional Chinese Medicine are incredibly capable.

Qin Guodong sighed.

"We underestimated that girl before, and we're afraid we've offended her."

"How could that be?" Uncle Qin said, "I saw that girl chatting and laughing with Old Zhong, she has a very good temper!"

Qin Yao quietly moved towards the door—

Qin Guodong glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Qin Yao, where are you going?"

Swish swish!

Several pairs of eyes shot over at once.

Qin Yao stood up straight in an instant, looking embarrassed. "It's nothing, I just wanted to relieve myself."

"The restroom is inside, go ahead and use it."

Qin Guodong calmly looked at him and said, "Later, remember to apologize to Miss Song and make sure she forgives you."

Qin Yao felt a chill run down his spine.

"Uncle, Dad already said that Song Nanxi wouldn't be that stingy!"

"hehe."

Qin Guodong gave a forced smile.

"That's not necessarily true. If we look down on them, are we supposed to expect them to be unwelcome?"

In particular, based on his observation, that girl was quite unpredictable.

Her temperament is completely unpredictable.

upstairs.

Old Zhong, who was discussing things with Song Nanxi, was gradually starting to struggle.

He realized that he could no longer understand what Song Nanxi was saying.

"Young friend, may I ask which renowned teacher you studied under?"

"I wouldn't call him a famous teacher. He was the barefoot doctor who lived next door when I was a child. All I know is that his surname was Chu."

"Chu?!"

Unexpectedly, Professor Zhong was greatly shocked after hearing this.

Song Nanxi was slightly surprised. In fact, she had guessed that Old Man Chu's background might not be simple.

But the fact that he even knew a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Beijing was something she had never imagined.

"Does Elder Zhong know my master?"

"I'm not sure if it's just a shared surname. What is your master's full name?"

Song Nanxi shrugged. "He doesn't want to talk about it."

Even her surname was something she had to pester her to reveal.

In the countryside, everyone calls him Fourth Uncle or Fourth Master.

Just then, Old Qin on the bed let out a loud, snoring sound.

Qin Zhou was startled and took a big step forward, "Grandpa?"

He bent down and tentatively called out.

Song Nanxi: "...He's fast asleep, no need to wake him."

It was almost time, so Song Nanxi took out the needle.

Qin Zhou found it unbelievable. He turned his head and nodded solemnly to Song Nanxi.

"Thank you, Ms. Song."

Song Nanxi: "No need to thank me right away. I'll leave after the needle is removed."

Qin Zhou looked surprised.

Song Nanxi had no intention of explaining at all. After disinfecting the needles, she put them away carefully, stood up, and said to Old Zhong, "Goodbye, sir."

Old Zhong chased after her, "Miss Song, how about we exchange contact information?"

Hearing the commotion, everyone in the living room quickly got up.

But then a slender, tall figure, with eyes fixed straight ahead, led the taciturn young man out the door.

They just left like that.