Chapter 202 Plum Blossom Nine Needles
Two days later.
A Rolls-Royce drove towards the remote countryside.
Inside the car.
Qiao Xi held Grandma Qiao's urn, her expression indifferent. Her eyes were bloodshot. She had watched her grandmother being cremated with her own eyes. When she said goodbye to the body, her heart was broken.
A living person turned into a handful of ashes.
She still doesn't dare to face reality and always imagines that her grandmother is waiting for her somewhere.
Huo Xingzhou unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, handed it to her, and said, "Drink some water to moisten your throat. The doctor said you need to pay attention to your vocal cords to avoid developing chronic disease."
She inhaled too much smoke on the day of the fire.
Qiao Xi turned her head and looked at him with clear eyes: "I am a doctor, I know it myself."
Huo Xingzhou withdrew his hand and put the mineral water bottle aside.
The mountain road was shaky, and Qiao Xi sat upright.
Her hand gently stroked the urn, her eyes sore and tears were about to well up.
grandmother.
I'm taking you home.
The car arrived at Moon Village at noon.
When the villagers saw the luxury car, they all gathered around and asked with concern, "Qiao Xi is back? We've cleaned your house."
"If you have any questions, just tell your Aunt Chunhua. My second uncle is in the funeral business."
"Qiao Xi, don't be sad. Your grandma lived to such an old age, which is quite good. Her health was too poor, you have to take care of yourself. She was thinking about you when she was alive, don't cry."
"It's all that damn bastard's fault. He deliberately set the fire and killed innocent people."
Qiao Xi bit her lips tightly, and her eyes were red.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
Countless grievances welled up in her heart.
"Qiao Xi, don't cry. We're sending your grandma home." Aunt Chunhua held up a black umbrella and placed it over the urn. "Grandma Qiao, we're going home."
Qiao Xi couldn't stop crying.
These villagers were the elders who had watched her grow up since she was a child. She couldn't hide her emotions.
The Qiao family courtyard was kept spotlessly clean by the villagers.
Huo Xingzhou hugged her and walked into the yard. The others didn't want to disturb them too much and left quickly.
The young couple returned to the room.
The dried flowers on the windowsill of her boudoir were still swaying in the wind, as if nothing had changed.
Qiao Xi said hoarsely, "Mr. Huo, you rest here. I'll... go next door to see the master."
"good."
Huo Xingzhou looked at her deeply and nodded.
Qiao Xi wiped away her tears and hurried out the door to Cheng Han's small courtyard next door.
Cheng Han was drying herbs. He had known about Grandma Qiao's situation for a long time and looked very calm. As an old Chinese medicine practitioner who had seen life and death, he was not surprised by such things.
I heard the gate being pushed open.
He was wearing a dark blue training suit and without even raising his head, he said in a vicissitudes of life voice: "Here I come."
Qiao Xi pursed her lips and walked to his side, helping him turn over and dry the herbs, and called out, "Master."
Ever since Cheng Han acknowledged her identity in public, she sometimes called him Master.
"How could you get yourself into this state? The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living cannot be tortured." He had gray hair and looked like a hermit. His sharp eyes were filled with the indifference that came from seeing through the vicissitudes of life.
"Master, grandma's death wasn't caused by..." Qiao Xi's voice trembled, "it was caused by the Xiang family in the imperial capital."
Cheng Han paused.
"I angered Xiang Huai, and he's taking revenge on me. But... there's no evidence pointing to him, so I can't avenge my grandmother. Mr. Huo said that the Xiang family got their start thanks to Lu Bannong's Chinese medicine clinic, and I..."
Qiao Xi hated her own insignificance.
Even Mr. Huo said that the imperial capital's aristocratic families were deeply intertwined and that any single move could affect the entire body.
She was just throwing an egg against a rock.
Cheng Han threw the herbs aside. He looked at her seriously and asked, "I want you to let go of your hatred. Can you do it?"
Qiao Xi clenched her teeth and shook her head stubbornly.
No matter if it takes three years, five years, or ten years, as long as she has the chance, she will desperately bite off the Xiang family's flesh.
She said so.
Don't touch her grandma.
Cheng Han walked over and sat on the bamboo chair, stroked his graying beard, and waved at her.
Qiao Xi walked over and squatted beside him.
"Among the four aristocratic families in the imperial capital, the Zhong family is at the head, and the Xiang family is at the bottom. Twenty years ago, the Xiang family wasn't even an aristocratic family, but Lu Bannong's sister married into the Xiang family, and they became a mutually beneficial family. Thanks to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall and Lu Bannong's connections, the Xiang family slowly became the bottom of the four aristocratic families."
Cheng Han was very clear about the situation in the imperial capital.
He had lived in a life of luxury for decades.
"Since you mentioned Lu Bannong, do you want to..." He looked at Qiao Xi with complicated eyes. Fate finally pushed this child onto that difficult road.
Qiao Xi listened to his words and slowly said, "Yes! Master, I only have medical skills to rely on. Since I can use what I am good at to deal with the Xiang family, why not?
Everyone says Lu Bannong is a skilled doctor. Back then, he and his master were considered two of the greatest masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine. So, is your skill superior, or is he more skilled?
"I can't explain it."
Cheng Han pulled the corner of his lips and said, "Maybe he is more powerful."
"But the master is the national doctor, he is just a famous doctor."
"The situation is too complicated."
Cheng Han didn't want to talk about the past.
He was silent for a long time and then said, "Be careful next time. Next month is the Ten-Year Acupuncture Test Conference of the Traditional Chinese Medicine community. You..."
“I will definitely participate!”
He originally wanted to persuade her not to go, but when he thought of her character, he said, "It's up to you."
He will cover it, and at worst... he will take the blame for her.
"Child, do whatever you want."
His eyes softened as he looked at her. "You are the most talented Chinese medicine practitioner I have ever met. Wait a moment." He stood up and walked into the house. After a while, he handed her a yellowed ancient book in his hand.
The cover reads "Nine Needles of Plum Blossom".
"You've learned everything I taught you before. There's only one final set of needlework left, which I'll pass on to you. I hope you can use your talent to master the 'Nine Needles of the Plum Blossom'."
This acupuncture method places great emphasis on talent. Only those with exceptional talent can observe the flow of Qi, blood, and meridian Qi and master the secrets involved.
This is the treasure left by our ancestors.
The fact that Cheng Han was able to create the Cheng's acupuncture method after only learning half of it is enough to show how mysterious it is.
Qiao Xi took the dusty book and touched it cherishingly.
"Master, I will try my best."
"Qiao Xi, there's one more thing." Cheng Han said as if he was explaining his last wishes. "Others participate in the acupuncture competition just for fun, but we, the heirs of the Cheng family's acupuncture method... must win."
Qiao Xi nodded heavily: "I won't embarrass you."
Cheng Han pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded.
He was not afraid that she would lose face, but if the successor of Cheng's acupuncture lost, he would either be injured or disabled.
This was the agreement he signed with Lu Bannong that year.
In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, reputation and commitment are extremely important.
Old friends are all witnesses and cannot cheat.
He was afraid that she would be killed by the sinister and cunning villain Lu Bannong, but she had hatred for her grandmother in her heart, and she would never have peace in her life.
"Go back. I'll go see your grandma off tomorrow morning."
He sighed.
Qiao Xi held the book "Nine Needles of Plum Blossom" in his arms, bowed deeply, and walked to the next room.
From a distance, I saw a man standing at the gate of the fence, wearing a suit and with a cold expression.
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