A dozen minutes later, the car drove into the manor where the Shi family lived.
"Miss Shi, we've arrived." Fu Xi parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and then got out to open the car door for Shi Miao.
Shi Miao got out of the car briskly, glanced ahead and saw a retro-style villa that resembled a European castle, exuding luxury and grandeur.
The Shi family's butler had been waiting for a long time.
Seeing Yun Yi get out of the car, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Dean Yun, you've finally arrived."
Yun Yi nodded. "Okay, please take us inside quickly."
The butler glanced at Shi Miao and Ji Yanchen, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Dean Yun, who are these people?"
Yun Yi: "My assistant."
The butler hesitated, then said with difficulty, "I'm sorry, this matter is of great importance, you can only bring one person in."
Upon hearing this, Yun Yi frowned imperceptibly, but said nothing. He turned to Shi Miao and said, "Come in with me."
Shi Miao's eyes flickered slightly. She took the backpack from Ji Yanchen's hand, casually draped it over her shoulder, and gave a soft "hmm."
Ji Yanchen took Shi Miao's hand, squeezed her fingertips, and whispered, "Go, I'll wait for you here."
Shi Miao raised her hand to adjust her baseball cap, her dark eyes pure and beautiful. "Okay."
......
The butler led Shi Miao and Yun Yi into a room and said respectfully, "Master, Dean Yun has arrived."
A middle-aged man was sitting on the bed, his face pale and his lips bloodless.
Although he looked extremely weak, his inherent aura of authority as someone who had long held a high position could not be ignored.
Upon hearing this, Shi Jing sat up slightly, but the movement caused his chest to churn with blood and qi.
He coughed violently the next second, and blood oozed from the corner of his lips. He calmly took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped it away.
Seeing this, the butler panicked and looked to Yun Yi for help, "Dean Yun."
"Go and take a look," Yun Yi whispered to the girl beside him.
He had already discussed Shi Jing's physical condition with the people from the Pharmacy Association, and to be honest, he was at a loss as to what to do.
Shi Miao's eyes flickered slightly, and she responded softly, "Mm."
The butler frowned and questioned, "Dean Yun, isn't she your assistant?"
"Her medical skills are superior to mine."
Upon hearing this, the butler's eyes flashed with surprise. The girl in front of him looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old; how could her medical skills be superior to Yun Yi's? "But..."
"Let her see it." Shi Jing, who had been silent until now, suddenly interrupted him.
Without saying a word, Shi Miao told the housekeeper to "make way," walked over, dragged a stool to the bedside, and sat down.
She took a hand pad out of her bag and placed it under Shi Jing's wrist. Then she extended two slender white fingers and placed them on his wrist, her eyelashes lowered, as she quietly took his pulse.
The butler waited for several minutes, and seeing that the girl didn't speak, his heart pounded with anxiety, and he couldn't help but ask, "How is the head of the family?"
Yun Yi also tensed up and whispered, "Miao Miao?"
Upon hearing these two words, Shi Jing paused slightly, his expression gradually becoming dazed.
Shi Miao withdrew her hand, raised her clear eyes to look at Shi Jing, and said in a calm tone: "You must have suffered a life-or-death ordeal in that area of your chest, and you often experience pain in your chest, sometimes accompanied by spasms and twitches. Most importantly, you probably haven't taken care of yourself over the years, have you?"
Shi Jing snapped out of his reverie and gave a faint "hmm".
The butler looked surprised, not expecting this little girl to actually have some skills, and asked impatiently, "Can it be cured?"
“Okay, acupuncture plus medication.” Shi Miao put the hand pad back into his backpack, then took out a small cloth bag from it. He unfolded the bag, which contained a row of acupuncture needles.
Upon hearing this, the butler's eyes showed a mixture of elation and worry, and his attitude became much more respectful than before: "Then I'll trouble you."
Without wasting any words, Shi Miao took out a thin, gleaming needle and began to apply the acupuncture.
......
An hour later, Shi Miao wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and slowly put away the silver needles.
"Paper, pen," she uttered succinctly.
Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly ran out to find paper and pen, and returned shortly afterward.
"Here you go." He handed the paper and pen to Shi Miao.
Shi Miao reached out and took it, her dark eyelashes furrowed, and picked up the pen to write slowly and deliberately on the paper.
Shi Jing was staring at the girl's delicate features, slightly lost in thought, when he asked, almost as if possessed, "What's your name?"
Shi Miao paused in her actions, raised an eyebrow, and spoke in a rather indifferent tone: "Shi Miao."
Shi Jing's previously calm eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, but then, as if remembering something, they dimmed again.
Perhaps it's just a coincidence...
He pursed his lips, looking at the girl's familiar features, and couldn't help but ask, "What's your mother's name?"
Shi Jing realized he had been a bit presumptuous and said, "Sorry, I was just asking casually."
Shi Miao's eyes flickered slightly. Considering his series of reactions, she couldn't help but make a bold guess: could Shi Jing be her...?
"Gu Wanqing".
"What did you say!" Shi Jing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he excitedly grabbed Shi Miao's arm.
Shi Miao looked at him and repeated herself with a serious expression.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Shi Jing coughed violently again, ignoring the blood trickling from the corner of his lips.
"Master!" The steward, forgetting his shock, rushed forward in alarm.
"I'm fine." Shi Jing waved his hand, took a deep breath, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Can I see her picture?"
Shi Miao nodded, took out her phone, opened the photo album, and found a photo she had casually taken of Gu Wanqing before.
As Shi Jing looked at the smiling woman on his phone screen, his eyes gradually reddened, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.
He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching the screen, as if he wanted to caress the woman's face in the photo through the phone.
The butler also saw the photo, his eyes filled with disbelief, and he blurted out instinctively, "Madam is still alive!"
Yun Yi, who was standing to the side, was completely confused by the incoherent conversation of these people, but he had a vague feeling that Shi Miao seemed to be related to the Shi family.
Shi Miao handed him a tissue and said calmly, "Wipe yourself off."
Shi Jing reached for a tissue, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the girl in front of him, a hint of nervousness flashing in his eyes, and cautiously said, "Miao Miao, you might not believe it, but I'm actually your father..."
"I know."
Shi Jing smiled, her eyes warming slightly. "That's true, your mother should have told you."
However, something strange was about this.
Why has Wanqing, who is still alive, never come back to find him or even contact him?
If it's amnesia, why would they name their daughter Shi Miao?
And it seems that the car accident back then wasn't an accident at all; it actually fooled him.
Shi Miao twirled the pen in her hand, her eyes clear and bright. "No, she forgot about you."
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