Five minutes later, Wen Shiyun finally removed all seventeen needles.

Even though it was just the simplest thing—removing the needle—he was so exhausted that his forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Fortunately, Lin Sihe's breathing calmed down.

Although the black aura and deathly aura on his face remained, the feeling that he would almost pass away at any moment had disappeared.

A new vitality appeared in his eyes and brows.

Qin Sheng took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket, handed it to Dong Jingzhang, and instructed, "When he wakes up, give him two pills a day. If the previous symptoms reappear, give him the rest of the medicine and then contact me immediately."

Dong Jingzhang was still reeling from the terrifying moment. He took the medicine in front of him in a daze, and only realized what was happening when he saw Qin Sheng give him the medicine and then prepare to leave.

He quickly caught up with him, taking three steps at a time: "Qin Shen, where are you going?"

Realizing his words were inappropriate, he quickly added, "What I meant was, given Chairman Lin's current condition, I'm worried something might go wrong. Your acupuncture is so effective; what if he has another attack..."

Qin Sheng pointed to the medicine in his hand: "Then give him the medicine."

Dong Jingzhang looked conflicted: "But..."

But the world is so big, and there's traffic congestion 24 hours a day. He was afraid that if the old chairman had another attack, even if he took the medicine, he wouldn't be able to wait for Qin Sheng to come and save him!

The old chairman's illness has dragged on for so many years, and he has seen all the doctors he could, including the old patriarch Wen. Qin Sheng's acupuncture technique is the only one he has ever seen that has a noticeable effect.

If possible, he would certainly hope that Qin Sheng could stay a little longer, at least until the old chairman was out of danger before leaving.

Qin Sheng wasn't one to readily explain, but he was unusually patient at this moment.

She glanced at Wen Shiyun, who had also come out, and said in a cold voice, "I'm leaving precisely to treat his illness."

Wen Shiyun's eyes flickered: "You mean..."

Qin Sheng pursed her lips: "I need to go get something. Only after I get it back can we find a way to cure Grandpa Lin's illness."

Wen Shiyun's eyes lit up: "You can cure him?!"

Qin Sheng nodded: "Mm."

Wen Shiyun stopped asking.

He nodded directly and said, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to save his life until you come back."

Qin Sheng responded and continued walking out.

Wen Shiyun watched her departing figure, his old eyes gleaming.

I knew it the moment I saw him last time; Qin Sheng knew medicine, and his medical skills were quite good.

But he never expected that she would be the god of medicine he had been searching for for many years—Shi Fang!

It's safe to say that no one could have predicted this.

If he hadn't witnessed Qin Sheng using the Seventeen Acupoints, the most famous and unique acupuncture technique of Lord Shifang, to replenish Lin Sihe's Qi and nourish his spirit, even if someone had told him to his face that Qin Sheng was Shifang, he probably would have just chuckled and forgotten about it.

After all, how many years has Lord Shifang been famous, and how old is Qin Sheng? Under normal circumstances, who would connect these two people?

But the truth is, Qin Sheng is Shi Fang!

She is not only Shi Fang, but also his granddaughter!

Wen Shiyun felt that he could finally take back all the sighs he had been holding in for most of his life!

What do you mean by "no successor" or "decline"? Let those who are waiting to see him and the Wen family make a fool of themselves go to hell!

His granddaughter is none other than Shi Fang, a medical genius!

They have long since surpassed their predecessors.

Qin Sheng was unaware that someone had once again placed their hopes for bringing honor to the family on her shoulders. At this moment, she went straight out of the gates of Tianjin University, intending to take a taxi to the Xuanyuan family.

To her surprise, a black car with an unidentifiable license plate stopped right in front of her, and a familiar face came into view.

Qin Sheng was taken aback: "Why are you here?"

Fu Jingheng was both annoyed and amused: "It's something the whole internet knows, how could I not know? If I knew, would I not come?"

That's true.

Qin Sheng didn't pursue the matter further, opened the car door, got in, and then gave an address.

Fu Jingheng immediately stepped on the gas and drove off.

Only after driving out of this road did they realize something was wrong, and they couldn't help but glance at Qin Sheng sideways: "The No. 1 Compound?"

Qin Sheng hummed in agreement.

Fu Jingheng straightened his expression slightly: "What are we going there for?"

Qin Sheng didn't hide anything from Fu Jingheng: "I need to go to the ancient martial arts world, but the token for entering the world is still there, so I need to go get it."

This sentence contained too much information, and Fu Jingheng felt he needed to calm down.

It took Fu Jingheng about ten seconds to recover, but his gaze remained strange.

“I’m telling you, you’ve only been alive for seventeen years, right? Have you been busy for even a moment in those seventeen years? How much have you done, how many things have you accomplished…” Fu Jingheng recalled a phrase Xie Fang had been using a lot while reading a novel recently, and continued, “How many identities have you created?”

Vest?

The term was quite novel; it was the first time Qin Sheng had heard it, but upon reflection, it seemed rather fitting.

He nodded seriously: "I have many identities, the kind that can't all be exposed."

Fu Jingheng chuckled to himself.

He nodded seriously, "Me too."

Qin Sheng glanced at him, and seeing his slightly upturned lips, she couldn't help but chuckle softly as well.

After being tense for most of the day, she relaxed a little, squeezed herself into the passenger seat, and closed her eyes.

While clearing her mind, she slowly said, "The old man I was going to visit yesterday, my godfather. He saved me after I escaped from the Black Prison. I lived in Compound No. 1 for a few years. I casually threw the token there and never got it back."

Fu Jingheng raised an eyebrow.

Is she really going to visit her elders, or is she going to seduce him?

but……

"If you're going to see your godfather, why did you tell me not to make phone calls?"

Qin Sheng didn't open her eyes and casually replied, "My godfather is really fierce. When I was little, he always told me that I couldn't get married before I turned 30. If I did get married, he would have to approve it. If he wasn't satisfied, he would break my future boyfriend's legs."

"I'm thinking about your leg..."

The sound gradually faded, and Qin Sheng fell asleep.

Fu Jingheng glanced at the girl's finally relaxed body, a look of helplessness and heartache flashing in his eyes. He turned up the air conditioning and the car slowed down.

He didn't care about other people's lives or deaths; he only hoped that his little girl could live as she pleased.

So, those who always jump around in front of his little girl and cause her all sorts of trouble should just stay away.

Fu Jingheng casually picked up his phone and sent a message to Mo Tian: [It's getting cold, my girlfriend needs to wear more clothes, so the Duanmu family should be bankrupt by now, right?]

Upon receiving the message, Mo Tian was speechless.

How come I never realized before that his eldest son had the talent to be a fiercely protective husband and a domineering CEO?

That's how you learn without a teacher!

Having offended two powerful figures in one fell swoop, Mo Tian silently lit a candle for the Duanmu family in his heart.

He immediately set it up.