Chapter 1037 - The Three Untreatables
Chapter 297 of "My Super Beautiful Lady Boss" opens introducing the plot: In the room, a man named Zheng, around sixty years old, was sitting on a... Continue exploring!
In the room, a man named Zheng, around sixty years old, was sitting on a rattan chair, one hand resting on another manâs pulse. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes and then said."Just a few more doses, and after another treatment session, itâll be okay. In the future, watch your habits, donât drink or smoke."
The old man calmly said as the other man, wearing a grateful expression, spoke.
"Thank you, Divine Doctor Xiong, please accept this small token of appreciation!" The man said, handing a card to the old man, feeling truly happy inside. For people who arenât short on cash, the fear isnât about spending money on illness, but about spending money and not being able to cure it. Money to them is just a number. The man left joyfully, feeling over the moon.
"Xiong, congratulations! Youâve conquered another medical challenge. I say, Xiong, when will you solve my medical issue? Just look at me, Iâm neither living nor dead. Sometimes I just feel like cutting it all off to put an end to it."
The old man chuckled as the other old man casually replied,
"Old thing, the fact that Iâve kept you alive all these years is already against the rules, living or dying, messing up my reputation."
Xiong said as he slowly got up and approached the old man, saying,
"Is this your little girlfriend? Quite good, getting yourself such a beauty."
"Cough, cough, you wonât stop messing with me, will you? If I really had a young girlfriend, you definitely wouldnât treat me anymore!"
The old man smacked his lips and said,
"This is my granddaughter, Yan Danqing. Danqing, say hello to Grandpa." The old man smiled as he spoke.
"Hello, Grandpa." Yan Danqing said sincerely, thinking to herself how extraordinary it is that this Holy Hand Bianque can talk to her grandpa like old friends.
"Haha, what a pretty kid, Yan. Looks like she takes after your wife, lucky sheâs like your wife. If she were like you, she wouldnât be so pretty."
Xiong smiled as he spoke, leaving Yan speechless, he gave a dry cough and said,
"Old thing, youâre going to be the death of me, arenât you."
"Alright, I wonât tease you anymore, let me check. Hey, your injury really has me stuck, because your injury from youth is a bullet wound that severely damaged the Heart Meridian, causing blood clots inside. This area is too important, so I can only relieve your condition through massage. But Xiong, you need to rein in your temper, donât get angry every day, your two sons arenât doing too badly. The eldest has made it into the Imperial Capital, and though the second hasnât gone into politics, heâs still quite capable. By the way, is this kid the eldestâs or the secondâs?" Xiong said slowly, his voice filled with a serene air, giving the impression of speaking to himself without any emotional fluctuation.
"The eldestâs. Hey, donât mention my second son, today he nearly drove me crazy, bad luck in the family, forget it, I donât want to think about him anymore."
Yan rubbed his chest, looking somewhat disgruntled.
"Haha, brother, let it go, give me your hand. Who knows, maybe getting a little angry could chase away all that clot in the Heart Meridian, hahaha..."
Xiong said as he placed his fingers on Yanâs pulse. After a moment, Xiongâs brow furrowed, first using one finger to feel the pulse, then two, and finally placing three fingers on Yanâs pulse.
"Uh, old fellow, this isnât getting worse, is it? Hey, I shouldnât have gotten angry today, now Iâm guessing Iâll suffer for it."
Yan felt some regret in his heart, thinking he had gotten too worked up.
"No, could it be that youâre actually better after being angry? I just felt your pulse and found that some of the clots in your Heart Meridian have dispersed, old thing. Did you eat something special?"
Xiong felt a wave of excitement and quickly asked. Yanâs condition had always been under his care, and it was a persistent problem he couldnât solve. He had tried many methods, but none could break up the clots, only delay them.
"You, you mean Iâm feeling better?" Yan felt a surge of excitement, wondering if getting angry actually made him healthier.
"Grandpa, this might have something to do with that big brother. Didnât he give you acupuncture today? You seemed to look much better afterward." Yan Danqing quickly spoke up. Indeed, this old man and girl were the ones unexpectedly saved by Su Xuan on the roadside today.
"Wait, what did you say? Acupuncture? Tell me what happened exactly."
Xiong said with a face full of excitement. He was very curious about how acupuncture could have such an effect. He didnât mind that others had cured what he couldnât; he believed in learning until the end of life. Despite being regarded as a Divine Doctor, Xiong was always eager to learn without arrogance.
"Oh, it was like this. Today I went out for a walk, and I bumped into my good-for-nothing second son with a group of hangers-on. Ugh, donât remind me of it, thinking about it now, I have the urge to beat him. If I were younger or didnât have this illness, Iâd definitely give him a good beating." Xiong spoke about this matter with genuine anger.
"Uh, then what? Did you fall ill? I told you not to get worked up with your condition." Xiong said with a worried face.
"Thatâs right, I thought I was going to keel over right there. But at that moment a young lady used a technique similar to yours to massage me and saved my life. Then a young guy stabbed a few needles into my chest, and I must say, after coughing up some blood, my body felt much lighter. Old thing, why donât you give me some acupuncture too in the future." Yan said with an excited expression.
"Acupuncture? You mean he stabbed a few needles into your chest?" á´ĘÉŞs á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ę ÉŞs á´á´á´ á´á´á´ ĘĘ Nová´lFir(e).ná´t
At that moment, Xiong was speechless, thinking to himself, good grief, you can just randomly poke there? Thatâs the Heart Meridian; if you miss a bit, you could kick the bucket. Xiong had considered acupuncture before, but who dared to poke there? You canât see it; one misstep and you could end up in the grave.
"Uh, yeah, is it really that hard to poke there?" Yan felt a jolt of surprise and asked curiously.
"Nonsense, who dares to poke randomly there? One mistake and it could be fatal. No, who was it that did this acupuncture on you?"