Ning Zhijing's roar made many passers - by around turn their heads.
The old man was of advanced age, and such a roar clearly showed that he was enraged. Then he leaned on his walking stick and started coughing desperately.
Seeing this, Lu Yan finally looked up. "Mr. Ning, it's my fault in this matter. Please calm down first. You've just recovered from a stroke. Don't get angry and hurt your body."
"How do you know!?" Ning Zhijing frowned and raised his voice. "Are you secretly monitoring my Ning family?"
Lu Yan stiffened and realized his impulsiveness.
"No. Miaomiao told me when she came back from Jiangcheng that day."
Lu Yan looked calm and showed no flaws. "I've always been thinking of visiting your home in person after you recovered."
"Absolutely not necessary!"
The angrier Ning Zhijing got, the uglier his face became. "Lu Yan, I'm here today to make things clear to you."
"I've asked Miaomiao's mother to take Old Mr. Zhou to see Miaomiao. They've already arrived at the hospital. After Miaomiao wakes up, you're not allowed to see her again!"
Old Mr. Zhou was the heir of a century - old traditional Chinese medicine family. He was about the same age as Ning Zhijing, and the two families were close friends.
After learning the news of his daughter's accident, Ning Zhijing immediately contacted his close friend for help. The other party readily agreed and rushed to Shanghai City without stopping, bringing with him the family medical classics.
Hearing the first half of the sentence, Lu Yan finally let out a sigh of relief. But when he heard the latter part, his face became solemn.
"Mr. Ning, this is a matter between Miaomiao and me."
When saying this, Lu Yan's tone inevitably carried a bit of coldness. "Isn't it inappropriate for you to interfere and make decisions without permission?"
"I don't interfere? Fine! If I don't interfere, she'll marry you half - dead. Not only has she suffered grievances in your Lu family for three years, but she's also ended up in a critical condition!"
Ning Zhijing's chest heaved with anger. His eyes looking at Lu Yan were full of annoyance. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"
"Business and culture have never gone well together. You, a merchant reeking of money, don't even dream of getting a whiff of the scholarly aura of the Ning family!"
Assistant Song standing beside felt uncomfortable.
The words implied that merchants were not human. He couldn't help but stand up for them. "Sir, this is an insult. In today's society, everyone is equal..."
"Heh."
Before Assistant Song could finish his words, Ning Zhijing sneered and looked at the two of them mockingly.
"You really have no manners!"
Ning Zhijing felt that talking to such people was like playing the lute to a cow. "Disrespecting the elderly, not understanding the order of precedence, and interrupting others' conversations without permission. This is your way of doing things!"
"I feel so sad that the daughter I've raised with my own hands has been able to get along with people like you for three years!"
After saying that, Ning Zhijing didn't bother to waste another word with them. He simply flicked his sleeve and left, leaving the two of them standing there.
Assistant Song clenched his fists in anger and couldn't help muttering angrily. "Respect the elderly? I think he's the one who doesn't act his age!"
"What era is this? The Qing Dynasty has been long gone. This old man is still flaunting his superiority. It really makes me angry!"
"Song Shen."
Before Assistant Song could finish his complaints, Lu Yan's voice was calm but carried a hint of blame. "You were indeed being rash just now."
Assistant Song: ...
He knew he was being redundant in speaking up for his boss.
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After the old man left, the reservation at the restaurant was in vain.
Lu Yan turned around and got into the car. He instructed Assistant Song to secretly follow the old man and escort him to the hospital.
As for himself, he sat in the driver's seat, leaned back on the cushion, and closed his eyes.
Although he had been scolded by Ning Zhijing, he was actually happy inside.
Since Mr. Ning had brought someone here, he was sure that Miaomiao would be saved.
What could be more important than Miaomiao's life?
Of course, nothing.
He raised his hand and rubbed his temples. After resting for a while, he started the engine.
At the hospital.
The most authoritative doctors in the hospital didn't expect that this accident would actually alert Old Mr. Zhou, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who had been living in seclusion in the mountains for health - preserving. They were all extremely nervous.
The traditional Chinese medicine skills of the Zhou family were so amazing that some people once said, "Even if a person has been dead for half an hour and his soul has floated to the Gates of Hell, Old Mr. Zhou can still pull him back from the King of Hell."
According to this analogy, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a divine art.
Since it was a divine art and could snatch people from the hands of death, the person who practiced it must be a god.
All the medical staff in the hospital were extremely cautious when they heard that the elusive Old Mr. Zhou had come.
You know, after today, their hospital would become famous.
This was the hospital where Old Mr. Zhou had personally treated patients!
...
In the ward.
Bai Jiaying beside the bed looked extremely nervous. Looking at her daughter, she was on the verge of tears several times.
Their precious daughter of the Ning family was now lying unconscious on the hospital bed. As a mother, she felt nothing but heartache and self - blame.
Old Mr. Zhou had seen a lot of ups and downs. He first comforted Bai Jiaying a few words, then went to check Ning Anmiao's pulse.
Then he pressed a few acupuncture points on her body, and his eyes became even more solemn.
After a while, he took out a set of silver needles.
It seemed that he was going to perform acupuncture.
Looking at his god - daughter lying on the bed, Old Mr. Zhou shook his head. His eyes were gentle as he murmured to himself. "Miss Ning, when you wake up this time, you have to thank me."
Then he dismissed the people in the room and started performing acupuncture.
After about three hours, Old Mr. Zhou walked out sweating profusely, obviously having exerted a lot of effort.
The people around immediately surrounded him.
Especially Bai Jiaying, whose eyes were almost filled with tears. "Old Zhou, how's our Miaomiao?"
"There's congestion in her body and stagnation in her heart. Now the silver needles have dredged and opened up her meridians. She should be out of danger."
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The doctors in the hospital were also relieved. After all, Ning Anmiao was the one that General Manager Lu had been concerned about. If anything happened to her, they really couldn't bear the consequences.
Bai Jiaying was so overjoyed that she shed tears. She was extremely excited. "Can I go in and see her now?"
"Don't disturb the girl." Old Mr. Zhou let out a sigh of relief. He took out a snow - white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Then, Mr. Zhou, may I ask if there's anything else we need to do?" Ning Anmiao's attending doctor leaned forward and asked nervously.
"I've done everything I can on my side. You guys in the hospital just continue to give Miss Ning the same intravenous drips and medicine as before. Combining traditional Chinese and Western medicine should help her recover faster."
True to his reputation, Old Mr. Zhou looked kind and benevolent even when he smiled. He was just like Hua Tuo reborn.
Suddenly, everyone showed smiles, and praises filled the air.
Ning Anmiao's attending doctor was still worried. He went in to check again and found that the congestion had indeed been cleared and her heart rate had returned to normal. Even if she didn't wake up within three days, there was no need to worry about her life being in danger.
Sure enough, the miraculous healing skills of the divine doctor were not unfounded.
Just then, the attending doctor's phone in his pocket rang.
"Has the person been saved?"