Chapter Ninety: Backing You Up

Everyone quickly turned around and looked down the steps.

Sang Ruo also turned around and saw the man behind her. Her hand holding the medical kit tightened slightly for a moment.

The man was dressed in a black suit. His hand holding the umbrella handle was fair and slender. As the umbrella was slightly raised, his extremely handsome yet cold face gradually appeared and disappeared in the fog-shrouded world, leaving an imprint on everyone's sight.

Zhang Ye stood behind him and took the umbrella from his hands.

Bo Jinyan came to Sang Ruo's side and looked at Liang Yuxin: "Is it you who wants to drive her away?"

Liang Yuxin was intimidated by Bo Jinyan's powerful aura and took a few steps back, standing in a row with Bo Jinzhou.

Bo Jinzhou pulled the person behind him, his expression serious: "Uncle, no one is driving her away. It's just that after Grandpa was treated by Sang Ruo, his condition not only did not improve, but it became more and more serious. Under such circumstances, we certainly cannot let her treat him anymore."

Bo Jinyan frowned slightly, his voice deep: "Is she a doctor, or are you the doctor?"

"I……"

Bo Jinzhou was speechless for a moment.

The man's face darkened: "Let's see who dares to stop her again."

Sang Ruo turned her head to look in Bo Jinyan's direction, her heart filled with waves of emotion.

This is the first time I've experienced what it feels like to have someone back you up; it feels so good.

At the same time, Liang Yuxin and the Western medicine experts invited by Bo Jinzhou also arrived at the scene.

Seeing this stalemate, the Western doctors dared not utter a word and waited quietly for orders.

Bo Jinyan glanced at the expert, then turned his gaze to Sang Ruo, his voice softening considerably: "Zhang Ye, take Miss Sang upstairs."

Zhang Ye quickly nodded: "Yes."

Sang Ruo followed Zhang Ye up to the third floor, where a heated argument could be heard behind them.

"Uncle, we really can't let her treat Grandpa anymore. Her rudimentary skills are no match for her!"

"Did you forget what the attending physician said last time at the hospital?" Bo Jinyan's eyes turned cold as he glared at Bo Jinzhou. "Do I need to repeat to you how good her medical skills are?"

"If her medical skills were truly that superb, Grandpa wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Bo Jin reached out and grabbed his tie: "With such distrust of your own wife, it's no wonder you've ended up like this."

"Mr. Bo, let's talk this out, don't resort to violence."

Seeing this scene, Liang Yuxin's face showed visible tension.

Bo Jinyan glanced at Liang Yuxin, then released Bo Jinzhou abruptly: "Our family affairs are none of your business."

The man strode up to the third floor.

Bo Jinzhou straightened his tie, a gloomy look appearing in his eyes.

"Mr. Bo, do I still need to go up?"

The Western medicine expert standing beside him looked at Bo Jinzhou with a solemn expression.

Bo Jinzhou glanced at him, then said indifferently, "Come with me upstairs and take a look, just in case she can't handle it, you can cover for her."

The Western medicine expert respectfully replied, "Okay."

On the third floor, in Mr. Bo's room.

Chen Fangyue stayed by the bedside, watching Sang Ruo's actions with some surprise.

This was the first time she had seen Sang Ruo perform treatment, and her swift and skillful needle insertion left her in awe.

He looks like an extremely professional traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

And they're incredibly skilled...

"Help him up."

Sang Ruo turned to look at Chen Fangyue and the housekeeper beside her, her eyes filled with a particularly solemn expression.

Upon receiving the signal, the two quickly helped the person up.

At that moment, Bo Jinyan happened to open the door.

Sang Ruo was completely focused and did not look at the door at all. She walked behind Old Master Bo, found the acupuncture point, and inserted the needle again.

The next second, Old Master Bo suddenly coughed lightly.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

This scene was not only witnessed by Bo Jinyan, but also by Bo Jinzhou and Liang Yuxin.

Everyone's expression was extremely solemn, except for Sang Ruo, who remained calm and continued to insert the needles.

"Why would he vomit blood? What happened?"

Chen Fangyue trembled with fright, and the hand she was holding with Old Master Bo tightened its grip.

"Uncle! I told you she couldn't do it, but you insisted on making her treat Grandpa, and now he's vomiting blood!"

Bo Jinzhou rushed in quickly, looking at the scene with a worried expression.

“In Mr. Bo’s condition, acupuncture is indeed the only treatment option.” The Western doctor beside him suddenly spoke up. “Although I don’t know much about traditional Chinese medicine, I have taken similar courses before. It’s probably due to blood stasis in his chest cavity, which is why he’s having difficulty breathing. The vomiting of blood is a sign of improvement…”

After hearing the Western doctor's explanation, everyone gradually felt relieved.

Bo Jinzhou's brow remained furrowed: "If we follow Western medicine's treatment methods, how should this condition be treated?"

"I estimate..." the Western medicine expert said with a solemn expression, "The only option is surgery, but Mr. Bo is so old, he might not be able to withstand it. Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed the best option, and it must be a highly skilled TCM doctor to turn the tide."

The implication is that Sang Ruo's medical skills are extremely superb.

After listening to the Western medicine expert's words, Liang Yuxin and Bo Jinzhou's faces turned extremely ashen.

Bo Jinyan, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly spoke up: "Zhang Ye, ask the irrelevant people to leave. Don't delay Miss Sang's treatment."

Zhang Ye quickly stepped forward and escorted Bo Jinzhou and the others away.

After the room fell silent, Bo Jinyan turned his gaze to Sang Ruo.

She remained almost completely silent throughout, focusing solely on treating Mr. Bo with exceptionally professional technique.

The man leaned against the wall, watching the scene quietly, his face showing nothing but indifference.

After Grandpa Bo's condition improved, Sang Ruo squatted down and asked softly, "Grandpa, how are you feeling now? Is your breathing easier?"

Mr. Bo has become much thinner than before, and his cheeks have sunken in quite a bit.

He managed a weak smile: "Much better..."

"Okay, then you should get some rest."

Sang Ruo removed the needles from Grandpa Bo's back one by one, then looked in Chen Fangyue's direction: "His condition has stabilized. Next, he needs to take good care of his body and eat more foods that promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. I will make a list for you later, and you can ask the aunt to make soup for him."

Chen Fangyue nodded quickly, her gaze towards her now carrying a hint of complexity she hadn't shown before: "Okay."

Bo Jinyan looked in the direction of the butler: "Change Grandpa's bed sheet."

"Yes, Third Young Master."

Sang Ruo carried the medicine box towards the door. When she passed Bo Jinyan, she nodded to him without saying a word.

When they reached the corridor, Bo Jinzhou and the others were no longer there.

Just then, a voice called out from behind: "Miss Sang."