Chapter 202 Plum Blossom Nine Needles
Two days later.
A Rolls-Royce drove into the remote countryside.
In the car.
Qiao Xi held her grandmother's urn with a calm expression. Her eyes were full of bloodshot. She watched her grandmother being cremated with her own eyes. When she said goodbye to her grandmother's body, she felt as if she had died.
A living person turned into a handful of ashes.
She still doesn't dare to face reality and always fantasizes that her grandmother is waiting for her somewhere.
Huo Xingzhou opened the bottle of mineral water, handed it to her and said, "Drink some water to moisten your throat. The doctor said you should pay attention to your vocal cords to avoid chronic disease."
On the day of the fire, she inhaled too much smoke.
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 bottle of mineral water aside.
The mountain road was shaky, but Qiao Xi sat upright.
Her hand gently stroked the urn, and her eyes were sore and about to burst into tears.
grandmother.
I took you home.
The car arrived at Moon Village at noon.
When the villagers saw the luxury car, they gathered around and asked with concern, "Qiao Xi is back? We have cleaned your house."
"If you have anything to say, 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 not bad. Her health was very poor, you have to take care of yourself. She was thinking about you when she was alive, don't cry."
"It's all the fault of that damn bastard. He deliberately set the fire and killed a good person."
Qiao Xi bit her lips tightly, her eyes reddened.
Tears rolled down my face.
Countless grievances welled up in her heart.
"Qiao Xi, don't cry. We are sending your grandma home." Aunt Chunhua held up a black umbrella and hit the urn with it. "Grandma Qiao, we are 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 villagers kept the Qiao family's courtyard spotless.
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 room were still waving in the wind, as if nothing had changed.
Qiao Xi said in a hoarse voice: "Mr. Huo, you rest here. I... will go next door to see the master."
"good."
Huo Xingzhou looked at her deeply and nodded.
Qiao Xi wiped away her tears, hurried out the door and walked towards Cheng Han’s small courtyard next door.
Cheng Han was drying herbs. He had known about Grandma Qiao's case for a long time and looked very calm. As an old Chinese medicine doctor who was used to seeing life and death, he was not surprised by such a thing.
I heard the gate being pushed open.
He was wearing a cyan training suit and didn't even raise his head. A cangsang voice rang out: "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 publicly acknowledged her identity, she sometimes called him Master.
"How could you get yourself into this state? The dead cannot be resurrected, and the living cannot be tortured." His hair was gray, and he 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 was not caused by..." Qiao Xi's voice trembled, "it was caused by the Xiang family in the imperial capital."
Cheng Han's hand paused.
"I angered Xiang Huai, and he took revenge on me. But... there is no evidence pointing to him, so I can't avenge my grandmother. Mr. Huo said that the Xiang family got its start with Lu Bannong's Chinese medicine hall, and I..."
Qiao Xi hated her own insignificance.
Even Mr. Huo said that the imperial capital's aristocratic families were intertwined and that a single move could affect the entire body.
She is 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 bit her teeth tightly 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 do her best to bite off the Xiang family's flesh.
She said so.
Don't touch her grandma.
Cheng Han walked slowly to 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 the first and the Xiang family is the last. The Xiang family was not an aristocratic family 20 years ago, but Lu Bannong's sister married into the Xiang family, and the two families complemented each other. The Xiang family relied on the Chinese medicine hall and Lu Bannong's connections to gradually become the last of the four aristocratic families."
Cheng Han is very clear about the situation in the imperial capital.
He had spent decades in the glitz and glamor world.
"Since you mentioned Lu Bannong, do you want to..." He looked at Qiao Xi with complicated eyes. Fate eventually pushed this child onto that difficult road.
Qiao Xi listened to his words and spoke slowly: "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?
It is said that Lu Bannong is a skilled doctor. He and his master were both experts in Chinese medicine. Is it your skill or his that is better? "
"I can't explain it."
Cheng Han curled 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 in the future. Next month will be the TCM Ten-Year Needle Testing Conference. You..."
“I will definitely attend!”
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 suffer for her.
"Do whatever you want, kid."
His eyes softened as he looked at her. "You are the most talented Chinese medicine practitioner I have ever met. Wait for me 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 have learned everything I taught you before. There is only one last set of needlework left, which I will pass on to you from now on. I hope you can use your talent to learn the Nine Needles of the Plum Blossom."
This acupuncture method places great emphasis on talent. Only those with outstanding talent can observe the flow of Qi and blood as well as Qi in the meridians and master the secrets involved.
This is the treasure left by our ancestors.
The fact that Cheng Han was able to create the Cheng style 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 is one more thing." Cheng Han said as if he was explaining his last wishes, "Others participate in the needle testing competition just to join in the fun, but we, the descendants of the Cheng family's acupuncture method... must win."
Qiao Xi nodded heavily: "I won't embarrass you."
Cheng Han curled his lips and nodded.
He was not afraid that she would lose face, but if the successor of Cheng's acupuncture lost, he would be either 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.
My old friends are all witnesses and cannot cheat.
He was afraid that she would be killed by the sinister and cunning Lu Bannong, but she had hatred for her grandmother in her heart, and she would never be at peace in her life.
"Go back. I will also go to see your grandma off tomorrow morning."
He sighed.
Qiao Xihuai held the book "Nine Needles of Plum Blossom", bowed deeply, and walked to the next room.
From a distance, I saw a man in a suit with a cold expression standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard.