The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 350: 337 Demonstrating Medical Skills! Ying Zijin: You Have Low EQ [2nd Update]

Jiang Ran’s eyes closed, and he collapsed just like that.

“Brother Ran!” His little brother, frightened, dropped the book in his hands and immediately rushed forward, catching Jiang Ran just in time, “Brother Ran, are you alright?”

Jiang Ran’s eyes remained tightly shut, with large beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

At the same time, his body temperature fluctuated.

One moment extremely cold, the next scalding hot.

The little brother felt the heat in his hand as he supported him and was even more at a loss.

Xiu Yu promptly stepped forward, her fingers testing Jiang Ran’s pulse, and her expression changed instantly, “Not good, his Inner Strength is in chaos.”

The Ancient Martial World is sealed off from the outside world.

How to cultivate ancient martial arts is also not disclosed to the public.

But what is certain is that not anyone can cultivate ancient martial arts, it depends on talent.

If one’s talent is insufficient and they forcefully cultivate ancient martial arts, there is only a dead-end.

Therefore, generally speaking, ancient martial artists only marry within their kind.

By doing so, the likelihood of giving birth to offspring with the talent for ancient martial arts becomes higher.

However, Jiang Ran was an exception.

His father was an extremely formidable ancient martial artist, but Jiang Huaping was an ordinary person.

Jiang Ran possessed great talent in ancient martial arts, but his constitution could not compete with those whose parents were both ancient martial artists.

So from time to time, the Inner Strength within Jiang Ran’s body would go into chaos.

This chaos affected his personality, making him prone to violent temper.

This was also why he had been taking medication to suppress his Inner Strength.

Xiu Yu did not have the talent for cultivating ancient martial arts; she was not an ancient martial artist, but she had always been aware of this physical ailment of Jiang Ran’s.

She transferred to the 19th class of Verdant along with the Xiu Family, not only because of her family’s reasons but also to keep an eye on Jiang Ran.

Yet this time, the chaos within Jiang Ran’s body exceeded Xiu Yu’s imagination.

She quickly stuffed the medicine Jiang Ran had always been taking into his mouth, but it had no effect.

All medicines carry a degree of poison.

With prolonged use of medicine, the body would develop antibodies.

That’s why the Meng Family had to provide Jiang Ran with new medicine every so often.

Jiang Ran had almost recovered recently; how could such a thing happen all of a sudden?

Ying Zijin also came over and quickly pressed a point on Jiang Ran’s shoulder.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, she said indifferently, “His Inner Strength is indeed in chaos. If we don’t treat it in time, his blood vessels will burst. We have to go to the medical room; it’s not suitable here.”

Xiu Yu was startled, “Daddy Ying?”

She hadn’t told Ying Zijin about the matters of the Ancient Martial World.

Because the rules of the Ancient Martial World were very different compared to other places, it relied on fists and strength.

Consequently, the Ancient Martial World was also very chaotic, with murder and robbery being common occurrences.

Getting involved was not necessarily a good thing.

The secrets of ancient martial arts, once leaked, could lead some ferocious ancient martial artists to go to any lengths to eliminate outsiders who knew their secrets.

“Let’s go,” Ying Zijin pressed a few more points on Jiang Ran’s body, “No worries, be at ease, I can save him.”

Considering how dire Jiang Ran’s condition was, Xiu Yu had no choice but to suppress her bewilderment.

She had always trusted Ying Zijin; thus, she and the little brother supported Jiang Ran to the medical room together.

During the lunch break, there was only one duty nurse in the medical room.

After giving the nurse an excuse to leave, they put Jiang Ran on the bed.

“You go and stand guard outside,” Xiu Yu said, “make sure no one comes in.”

The little brother nodded with red eyes and stood guard at the door.

Only then did Ying Zijin bring out the Golden Needle she carried with her.

She put on disposable gloves, disinfected the Golden Needle, and started to insert them one by one into the acupuncture points on Jiang Ran’s body.

Ying Zijin’s gaze sharpened.

In fact, there are things that even modern ancient martial artists are not clear about.

A long time ago, there was no concept of ancient martial artists in Hua Country, nor was there anything such as Inner Strength.

It was during her first visit to Earth that she modified her cultivation methods from the Spirit Cultivation World and wrote the first Ancient Book, which she gave to her first disciple.

Her disciple then passed it on to others, and Ying Zijin did not manage any further.

Ying Zijin did this because, at that time, she was simply too bored and wanted to see if she could get humans on Earth to cultivate as well.

In the end, she was successful.

However, due to the imperfection of the cultivation methods, the chaos of Inner Strength was a common occurrence when ancient martial artists first emerged.

But with the refinement of the cultivation methods, such incidents became increasingly rare.

Therefore, the number of doctors in the Ancient medical field who could treat this aspect also decreased since they were no longer necessary.

Ying Zijin did not know if any were still around now.

Taking medication is not a long-term solution, it can only suppress temporarily and cannot eradicate the issue.

The problem has to be resolved from its root.

Ying Zijin inserted one needle after another with steady hands.

Standing by her side, Xiu Yu couldn’t help but feel as if a new world had just opened up to him.

Could their Daddy Ying also be a practitioner of Ancient Medicine?!

Just then, a cell phone ringtone suddenly erupted; the sound came from Jiang Ran’s pocket.

“It’s okay,” Ying Zijin said as she noticed Xiu Yu’s hesitation. She calmly inserted another needle into Jiang Ran’s head, “You answer it, it won’t distract me.”

Xiu Yu then stepped forward, took the cell phone out of Jiang Ran’s pocket, and answered the call.

On the other end was a man’s voice: “Xiao Ran.”

Xiu Yu knew it was Jiang Ran’s father: “Uncle Ling, this is Xiu Yu.”

“Xiao Yu?” Ling Zhonglou was slightly taken aback, but he quickly got to the point, “Is Xiao Ran’s internal strength acting up again? Has he taken his medicine? How is he? I’m coming over right away.”

“Jiang Ran—he—” Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran, who was lying on the bed with his breathing returned to normal, before continuing, “He’s fine, asleep. When he wakes up, I’ll have him call you back, Uncle.”

**

Meanwhile, in the Ancient Martial World.

At the Ling Family’s residence.

Ling Zhonglou finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the waveforms on the monitor returning to their normal fluctuation.

He and Jiang Huaping had installed a chip in Jiang Ran’s watch to monitor his condition.

Just moments ago, the monitor’s waveforms were jumping wildly, emitting a series of “beep beep beep” alarm sounds.

This meant that the internal strength within Jiang Ran’s body had experienced its most severe outbreak.

Ling Zhonglou was incredibly anxious.

But peculiarly, after a short while, the waveforms gradually stabilized again until they were normal.

This was simply unbelievable.

“That brat must have been saved by some expert,” Ling Zhonglou muttered to himself, “Who could stand his foul temper?”

Jiang Ran’s outbursts of internal strength were a long-term issue.

When he had sent Jiang Ran to the Ancient Medical Field, even the practitioners of Ancient Medicine there said they were unable to help.

As Ling Zhonglou was deep in thought, his cell phone rang.

He had given Jiang Ran permission to contact him, so now Jiang Ran could reach out to him.

From the other end of the phone, Jiang Ran’s voice was strong: “Dad, nothing’s wrong with me, just took a little trip to Ghost Gate, really, stop worrying about me.”

Ling Zhonglou’s voice deepened, and he chuckled coldly, “Who is your dad?”

The line went silent instantaneously.

But being an ancient martial artist, Ling Zhonglou’s hearing was exceptional, and he could still hear the conversation on the other end.

In the infirmary, Jiang Ran, who was still lying in bed, was furious: “Why didn’t you tell me it was my dad calling?”

Xiu Yu simply shrugged, “It’s your own fault for not checking. Why blame me?”

Jiang Ran grew even angrier: “Get lost!”

He had just woken up and was handed the phone while still confused. He responded instinctively, defending his dignity as the school tyrant.

How was he to know it was his father?

“Dad, you are my dad; I was wrong, I was wrong,” Jiang Ran quickly pleaded for mercy, “I’ll speak well of you to mom, just please don’t be mad at me.”

“No need; you’re too lacking in emotional intelligence. Do you even know how to sweet-talk a girl?” Ling Zhonglou said unhurriedly, “Also, your dad here is planning to personally visit Shanghai City in the next few days to deal with you.”

“…”

Jiang Ran’s call was hung up on him again.

He pounded on the bed in frustration.

As Xiu Yu enjoyed the misfortune on the side, he handed over a cup of warm water to Jiang Ran.

“Daddy Ying,” Jiang Ran remembered his savior, “Dad, you really are my dad. When my old man gets here, help me out, I’ll do anything.”

“No thanks,” Ying Zijin yawned and raised her eyebrow playfully, “You’re too lacking in emotional intelligence; it might be contagious.”

“…”

**

Su Lianghui had been beside himself with anxiety in the past few days.

Following Jiang Moyuan’s arrest, Ye Suhe had disappeared with his thirty million, her whereabouts unknown.

In his frustration, he even went to the police, but they stated the transaction was legal and there were no issues.

Su Lianghui knew he had completely lost.

If he still had the thirty million, he could at least have started a company and made a comeback.

But now there was no way.

Still, Su Lianghui had not given up searching for Ye Suhe, almost turning Shanghai City inside out.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Suhe was no longer in Shanghai City but in an adjacent small town.

Knowing that many were looking for her, she rented a very humble apartment.

The TV was still broadcasting news about the Jiang Family.

They had turned her carefully nurtured son into a criminal.

Ye Suhe’s expression darkened gradually.

She picked up her cell phone, dialed a number, and smiled slightly, “Jiang Huaping, do you want to know how your father died?”