Chapter 3 Eighteen stitches? Sorry, I know thirty-six stitches!
Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
An Yichen walked up quickly and opened the door.
When he saw the person standing at the door, he was stunned.
"sister……"
The old name came out of his mouth subconsciously, and An Yichen quickly changed his words.
"Mu Anyan, what are you doing here?"
An Yan looked at An Yichen.
The boy was three years younger than her. Although he was wearing a yellowed school uniform, his handsome face and black eyes that seemed inconsistent with his age made it easy for people to overlook this fact.
Although An Yichen treated her badly, An Yan was still very touched.
She thought of the boy who was a head shorter than her, but would stand in front of her without hesitation if she was in danger.
An Yan pursed her lips: "Yi Chen, hug me..."
An Yichen, who was half a head taller than An Yan, felt a little embarrassed, but he still took a step forward awkwardly, then reached out and hugged An Yan.
"Is that all right?"
An Yan shrugged her nose a little sadly.
Before he could say anything, An Yichen snorted coldly again: "Hey Mu Anyan, what's going on? Did the Mu family bully you?"
An Yichen said this because he was unhappy, but he didn't expect An Yan to actually say "hmm".
The young man immediately became furious: "The Mu family bullied you? Aren't you the biological daughter of the Mu family? They beat drums and gongs and set off firecrackers to welcome you back, and yet they bullied you? Are you kidding me? Even I have never bullied you!"
An Cheng, who was standing by, also came over with a frown. After three years of not seeing each other, An Cheng's face looked even more tired. "An Yan, what's going on? Aren't there always misunderstandings here?"
An Yan burst into tears: "I'm sorry, Dad, and Yi Chen. I'm blind and don't know who is good to me. From now on, my surname will not be Mu, but An. I will be called An Yan. The Mu family has nothing to do with me. I will definitely let our family live a good life."
An Yan didn't want to say, so An Cheng and An Yichen didn't ask. An Yichen just said, "The house is small, sister, you sleep in my room, and Dad and I will squeeze in."
*
Although An Yichen's room was small, the whitewashed walls were covered with many car-related posters. There was a desk next to the small bed. Opposite the desk was a small wardrobe that also looked tidy.
An Yan opened the wardrobe and looked at herself in the mirror.
He was very thin, a typical example of malnutrition, and seemed like he would fall down if the wind blew. However, his eyes were filled with the determination and brightness that she liked very much.
"An Yan, now you are back."
"Everything will be fine."
midnight.
Coming soon.
Jinxiu Community 2-201.
A hand slowly pushed open the window, and then a nimble figure jumped directly from the second-floor window like a cat!
Taking advantage of the night, An Yan quickly slipped out of Jinxiu Community, then turned right and continued walking forward.
An hour later, at Mingshi Club.
This is a famous luxury club in Nanjiang.
A paradise for elites from all walks of life to gather and relax in the evening.
An Yan is penniless and has no money to enter the famous career club. The reason she is here is to wait for someone.
Waiting for someone who is going to die tonight.
Time passes by little by little.
In the business club, men in suits and women in exquisite dresses came out one after another. Finally, at two o'clock, an old man came out with the help of a middle-aged man.
"Haha, I haven't been back to Nanjiang for a long time. Nanjiang has produced many talented people in recent years."
As the old man walked, he said, "But these guys are no match for Li San. Li Shao's mouth is really unforgiving."
Just as the two of them walked to the right and entered the alley to the right of the Mingye Club, the old man suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest with a painful expression.
"Old man?" The middle-aged man nervously took out the old man's regular medicine from his bag, but after taking two pills, the old man still had no reaction.
"Old man! Hold on! I'll call an ambulance right away!"
The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his cell phone. Just as he dialed the number, a young girl's voice sounded behind him.
"By the time the ambulance arrives, Mr. Bai will be dead."
The middle-aged man looked dissatisfied: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You just gave Mr. Bai the usual heart medicine, but Mr. Bai's problem today wasn't just a heart attack; he also had a cerebral hemorrhage. By the time the ambulance arrived, Mr. Bai's body was already cold."
An Yan walked towards the middle-aged man, without much emotion on her face: "Let me save him."
The middle-aged man instinctively wanted to refute.
The girl in front of him looked underage, thin and pale, and the T-shirt and jeans she wore were obviously one size too big.
The girl's outfit would not cost more than a hundred yuan in total.
Only a fool would listen to this girl!
But the inexplicable calmness of the girl made his heart tremble inexplicably.
A somewhat crazy idea sounded in his mind!
Maybe, she... really can!
The middle-aged man found it a little unbelievable, but seeing that the old man's face was a little blue and purple, he still bit it.
"Girl, I'll leave my old man to you."
An Yan nodded: "Lay the old man flat."
An Yan opened the small cloth bag in her hand. Inside the bag was something rolled up in sheepskin that looked quite old.
An Yan unfolded the parchment scroll again, and inside was a set of gold needles.
Looking at this set of golden needles, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly fixed: "Little girl, do you know how to use golden needles to prick acupuncture points?"
"Won't."
An Yan said: "The most superficial acupuncture skills, such as acupuncture, are garbage. I don't know garbage."
As she spoke, An Yan picked up two golden needles and stabbed them into the old man's heart at the same time.
At the same time as stabbing, An Yan's hands were very fast. She took out two more golden needles and stabbed them into the old man's head.
In less than ten seconds, the old man opened his eyes.
"This feeling, this feeling is... the Eighteen Needles of Tianmen? Could it be Master Li Yu?"
The old man subconsciously looked around, and finally his gaze stopped on An Yan.
"Bai Shuo, who is this?"
Bai Shuo was already stunned.
Of course he knew what the Eighteen Tianmen Needles were; that was Master Li Yu's famous skill.
Master Li Yu, President of the Chinese Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, is a master of the Eighteen Tianmen Needles, which are very effective in saving lives.
By chance, my grandfather Bai Qingtian was treated by Master Li Yu. After that treatment, he did not get sick for half a year.
Didn’t expect this little girl?
"Mr. Bai, it was this little girl who saved you."
"Hmm?" Bai Qingtian looked at An Yan, "You? You know the Eighteen Needles of the Heaven Gate?"
An Yan smiled faintly: "I don't know the Eighteen Needles of Tianmen."
Facing Bai Qingtian's somewhat disappointed gaze, she continued: "I only know the Thirty-Six Tianmen Needles."
(End of this chapter)
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