Wen Fanghui is now beginning to regret her initial arrogance and rudeness.

She thought Su Luo was too young and incompetent.

It turns out they really are capable.

Dai Ping'an probably took her as his grand-disciple because of her high talent.

After all, her daughter studied Western medicine and also had some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Even though she couldn't see the problem at a glance, she took her pulse and arranged for Western medical equipment examinations, but ultimately, she still couldn't get a complete cure.

Her daughter is now a specialist in the department.

The difference is obvious when compared.

Wen Fanghui's smile was genuine. She called to the maid, "Wang Ma, go wash some fruit."

She desperately wanted Su Luo to eat something, but no matter how much food was laid out on the table, Su Luo didn't touch anything.

Wen Fanghui's palms were a little sweaty.

It is said that one of the people you should never offend in this world is a doctor, especially a doctor with exceptional medical skills.

Wen Fanghui could only force a smile and wait with Su Luo.

When the housekeeper arrived with Qiao Lei, Wen Fanghui breathed a sigh of relief: "Su Luo, my son Qiao Lei is here."

Qiao Lei's face was somewhat pale, which was a sign of insufficient blood and qi. However, his weakness was more due to his heart. His heart condition caused his blood circulation to be slower than normal. Moreover, he could not have too many emotional fluctuations, otherwise it would cause his heart to stop beating.

Qiao Lei was already fed up with this whole thing, but his mother cared about him, so he had to come no matter what.

Qiao Lei sat down with a weary expression: "Mom, I'm here."

Wen Fanghui immediately smiled and said to Su Luo, "Su Luo, my son is not in good health. He has always been like this. Please don't mind."

In the past, Wen Fanghui wouldn't have taken Su Luo seriously, but things are different now. Wen Fanghui treats capable people differently, and she's afraid that Su Luo will quit.

Su Luo didn't mind; attitude didn't matter. She had the ability to change people's attitudes.

"Mr. Joe, please extend your hand."

Su Luo spoke calmly, without any formalities, and went straight to taking his pulse.

Through observation, she gained a preliminary understanding, but whether Qiao Lei's body could be treated still needed to be determined by taking his pulse.

With countless veins pulsating, she couldn't help but frown as she felt Qiao Lei's pulse.

Blocked meridians can lead to various problems.

If we were to use a metaphor, his heart would be like cracked glass—very fragile.

Many of the meridians in his heart are blocked, and his recovery from surgery hasn't been good. He can only survive on medication now; if he stops taking it, he will die soon.

Qiao Lei's body can't withstand another surgery.

Su Luo immediately understood Dai Changsheng's good intentions. As long as she could get to Qiao Lei, the Qiao family would gladly hand over the medicinal herbs.

Su Luo withdrew her hand and, seeing Wen Fanghui's anxious expression, said, "It can be cured."

"laugh……"

Qiao Lei suddenly chuckled.

Wen Fanghui was overjoyed to hear that it could be cured, but her heart tightened when she heard her son chuckle. She quickly smiled and said, "Su Luo, my son is usually like this. He just laughs at whatever comes to mind."

Qiao Lei frowned and looked at Wen Fanghui: "Mom, even the top medical teams at home and abroad can't cure it, but she says she can. You actually believe her? Mom, this isn't the old days anymore."

Qiao Lei showed no appreciation whatsoever, directly shattering Wen Fanghui's dignity. He looked at Su Luo, his gaze mocking, and said again, "You called, huh? Trying to fool my mother? Do you have a death wish?"

Qiao Lei was somewhat irritable, but whenever his emotions fluctuated, his chest would ache slightly.

He could only give a sarcastic laugh and withdraw his hand.

With a body like his, he couldn't even pose a threat to anyone.

He gets out of breath after just a few words; I'm afraid he'll die of fright before anyone else does.

"Xiao Lei, don't talk nonsense. You should apologize to Su Luo right now. Su Luo's grandfather is Dai Ping'an. If she says she can save someone, then she can. Your great-grandfather also had heart disease back then, and it was only after taking Grandpa Dai's medicine that he recovered. Before she passed away, she could even practice Tai Chi..."

Wen Fanghui was worried that Su Luo would be angry, so she immediately scolded Qiao Lei.

After talking about her son, she smiled and said to Su Luo, "As long as you can cure my son, not only will my family offer those two medicinal herbs with both hands, but we will also give you some precious medicinal herbs as an apology."

Wen Fanghui was very clever; she didn't forget that Su Luo had come because of the medicinal herbs.

If there's no sense of loyalty, then let's talk about interests.

Su Luo looked at Wen Fanghui and smiled slightly, saying, "Not enough."

Wen Fanghui was stunned: "Not enough?"

Su Luo nodded: "After Grandpa passed away, some old friendships no longer matter. Grandpa practiced medicine and saved lives without expecting anything in return. I'm different. I will make a list and give me the medicine according to the list. In addition, I also want one million."

Upon hearing Su Luo's words, Wen Fanghui understood. Originally, there was room for sentimentality, but Su Luo had long ago severed ties and broken off all sentimentality. Now, there was no sentimentality to speak of. If she wanted to save her son, she would have to pay a heavy price.

Su Luo wanted those two medicinal herbs, she also wanted the herbs that were given to her, and she wanted the money too.

One million.

"Ha, you really dare to ask for such an exorbitant amount, huh? I think you're... *sigh*"

Before Wen Fanghui could even reply in shock, Qiao Lei, breathless with anger, couldn't even finish his sarcastic remark before clutching his chest, his expression contorted in rage...

Wen Fanghui immediately cried out in alarm, "Xiao Lei, Xiao Lei, housekeeper, quickly call an ambulance..."

"No need to shout, move aside."

Su Luo stepped forward calmly, her cold words carrying a hint of authority.

Wen Fanghui stepped aside almost immediately.

Su Luo dragged Qiao Lei down and laid him flat on the ground. She then inserted silver needles into his fingers. Soon, all ten of Qiao Lei's fingers were pierced with silver needles.

Qiao Lei glared at Su Luo.

"Xiao Lei, Xiao Lei, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better? Can you breathe now?"

Wen Fanghui asked anxiously from the side.

Qiao Lei's pale face gradually regained its color.

He looked at Su Luo in disbelief.

Su Luo had already sat back down in her seat, calmly waiting for the mother and child.

"Mom, I feel much better."

Qiao Lei was somewhat hesitant to look at Su Luo, but he felt extremely comfortable.

His chest no longer felt stuffy; every breath he took felt clear and comfortable.

Wen Fanghui also noticed that Qiao Lei's complexion was much better. Her eyes no longer held any arrogance. She turned around and knelt down: "Su Luo, I will agree to any of your conditions. Please save my son."

"Mom, get up quickly!"

Qiao Lei felt a pang of pain in his heart as he watched Wen Fanghui kneel down.

He knew better than anyone how proud and arrogant his mother was. Even if he was in poor health, his mother would still marry him the best woman. Now that things had come to this point, his mother no longer needed to care about anyone else's opinion.

But now, she is kneeling before a young woman because of her.

“If anyone should kneel, it should be me. I was arrogant and rude. I’ll kneel down and apologize to Su Luo. Get up.” Qiao Lei took a deep breath and said with a choked voice. He had silver needles stuck in his fingers and dared not move.