Chapter 337 Showcasing Medical Skills! Ying Zijing: Your Emotional Intelligence is Low [2 Updates]
Jiang Ran closed his eyes and collapsed.
"Brother Ran!" The younger brother, startled, dropped his book and rushed forward to help Jiang Ran up. "Brother Ran, are you alright?"
Jiang Ran kept his eyes tightly closed, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, his face turning pale and then red.
At the same time, his body temperature was also changing.
It was extremely cold one moment and extremely hot the next.
The younger brother, supporting him, felt the heat on his hands and was even more at a loss.
Xiu Yu immediately stepped forward, placed his fingers on Jiang Ran's pulse to test it, and his expression changed instantly: "Not good, his internal energy has gone mad."
The ancient martial arts world is closed off from the outside world.
The methods for practicing ancient martial arts are not disclosed to the public within the ancient martial arts community.
However, one thing is certain: not everyone can practice ancient martial arts; it depends on talent.
If you lack talent, forcing yourself to practice ancient martial arts will only lead to your death.
Therefore, generally speaking, ancient martial arts practitioners only intermarry with other ancient martial arts practitioners.
This would increase the likelihood of future generations producing talented martial arts practitioners.
However, Jiang Ran was an exception.
Her father was an extremely skilled ancient martial arts practitioner, but Jiang Huaping was an ordinary person.
Jiang Ran has a high talent for ancient martial arts, but his physique is not as good as that of someone whose parents are both ancient martial arts practitioners.
Therefore, Jiang Ran's internal energy would occasionally become chaotic.
This riot affected his personality, making him very irritable.
That's why he keeps taking medicine to suppress his internal energy.
Xiu Yu didn't have the talent to practice ancient martial arts; she wasn't an ancient martial artist, but she had always known that Jiang Ran had this problem.
She transferred to Class 19 at Qingzhi High School, partly because of the Xiu family, and also to keep an eye on Jiang Ran.
However, the extent of the internal energy turmoil within Jiang Ran this time exceeded Xiu Yu's expectations.
She quickly stuffed the medicine Jiang Ran had been taking into his mouth, but it had no effect.
Every medicine has some degree of toxicity.
If you take too much medicine, your body will produce antibodies.
Therefore, the Meng family sends medicine to Jiang Ran, and they release new medicines every now and then.
Jiang Ran had almost recovered by now, so why did this happen again?
Ying Zijing also came over and quickly pressed an acupoint on Jiang Ran's shoulder.
She narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly and said calmly, "It's a riot. If they don't get treatment in time, their blood vessels will burst. Go to the infirmary first; this place won't do."
Xiu Yu was taken aback: "Father Ying?"
She hadn't told Ying Zijin about the world of ancient martial arts.
Because the rules in the ancient martial arts world are very different from those in other places, they rely on fists and strength to speak for themselves.
As a result, the ancient martial arts world was in chaos, and murder and robbery were common occurrences.
Getting tainted is not a good thing.
Once the secrets of ancient martial arts are revealed, some ruthless practitioners will stop at nothing to kill outsiders who know them.
"Let's go first." Ying Zijing pressed several other acupoints on Jiang Ran's body. "It's alright, don't worry, I can save him."
Jiang Ran's current situation is not good, so Xiu Yu could only suppress his confusion.
She had always trusted Ying Zijing, so she and her younger brother helped Jiang Ran to the infirmary.
It was lunch break, and there was only one nurse on duty in the medical room.
After they made the nurse leave under some pretext, they put Jiang Ran on the bed.
"Go out and keep watch," Xiu Yu said. "Make sure no one gets in."
The younger brother nodded with red eyes, went outside, and stood guard at the door.
Ying Zijin then took out the golden needles she always carried with her.
She put on disposable gloves, disinfected the gold needles, and began to insert them one by one into Jiang Ran's acupoints.
Ying Zijin's eyes narrowed slightly.
In fact, there are some things that even modern martial arts practitioners don't know.
Long ago, there was no such thing as ancient martial arts practitioners in China, nor was there any concept of internal energy.
When she first came to Earth, she modified her cultivation methods from the Spirit Cultivation World, wrote her first ancient book, and gave it to her disciple.
The apprentice she took in was then passed on to someone else, and she stopped caring about him after that.
Ying Zijing did this because she was extremely bored at the time and wanted to see if people on Earth could also engage in cultivation.
She succeeded in the end.
However, due to the imperfect cultivation methods, it was very common for internal energy to be disordered when ancient martial arts practitioners first appeared.
However, as cultivation methods were later improved, such cases became less and less frequent.
Therefore, the number of ancient doctors who can treat this condition is decreasing, since they are no longer needed.
I don't know if Ying Zijin still exists.
Taking medication is not a long-term solution; it can only temporarily suppress the symptoms and cannot cure the disease.
The problem must be solved at its root.
Ying Zijing inserted the needle one after another with a very steady technique.
Xiu Yu watched from the side, feeling as if a new world had opened up for him.
Their father, Ying, was actually an ancient physician?!
Just then, a cell phone rang, the sound coming from Jiang Ran's pocket.
"It's alright." Ying Zijing noticed Xiu Yu's hesitation. She calmly inserted another needle into Jiang Ran's head. "You can take it. It won't affect me."
Xiu Yu then stepped forward, took the phone out of Jiang Ran's pocket, and answered the call.
It was a man's voice from over there: "Xiao Ran."
Xiu Yu knew this was Jiang Ran's father: "Uncle Ling, I am Xiu Yu."
"Xiaoyu?" Ling Chonglou was slightly taken aback, but he quickly got to the point. "Has Xiaoran's internal energy gone out of control again? Has she taken her medicine? How is she? I'll be there right away."
“Jiang Ran, he—” Xiu Yu glanced at Jiang Ran lying on the bed, and seeing that his breathing had returned to normal, he said, “He’s fine, he’s asleep. When he wakes up in a while, I’ll have him call you, Uncle.”
**
Meanwhile, in the ancient martial arts world...
The Ling family.
Ling Chonglou finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the radio waves on the instrument had returned to their original fluctuations.
He and Jiang Huaping installed a chip in Jiang Ran's watch in order to monitor Jiang Ran's health.
Just now, the radio waves on the instrument were jumping wildly, emitting a "beep beep beep" warning sound.
This proves that the internal energy within Jiang Ran's body has experienced its most severe outburst.
Ling Chonglou was extremely anxious.
Strangely, the radio waves gradually calmed down and returned to normal after a short while.
This is simply unbelievable.
"Could that brat have been saved by some expert?" Ling Chonglou muttered. "Who can stand his rotten temper?"
Jiang Ran's internal energy turmoil was a long-term process.
At the time, he sent Jiang Ran to the ancient medical community, but the ancient doctors there also said they couldn't help him.
Ling Chonglou was deep in thought when his phone rang.
He granted Jiang Ran access, so Jiang Ran was able to contact him.
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Ran still had plenty of energy: "I'm fine, I just had a brush with death, I'm really okay, don't worry about me."
Ling Chonglou's voice turned cold, and he sneered, "Whose father are you?"
There was an instant silence on the other end of the phone.
However, Ling Chonglou was a martial arts practitioner with excellent hearing, and he was still able to hear the conversation on the other end.
In the infirmary, Jiang Ganran, still lying in bed, went berserk: "Why didn't you tell me this was my dad's phone number?"
Xiu Yu shrugged: "You didn't look for yourself, so you're blaming me?"
Jiang Ran was even angrier: "Get out!"
He had just woken up when he was given a phone call. Still confused, he was only subconsciously trying to maintain his dignity as the school bully.
Who knows if it's his dad?
"Dad, you're my father, I was wrong, I was wrong." Jiang Ran quickly begged for forgiveness, "I'll put in a good word for Mom, Dad, please don't hold it against me."
“No need. Your emotional intelligence is too low. You don’t even know how to coax girls?” Ling Chonglou said slowly. “Besides, your old man is planning to go to Shanghai in the next few days to deal with you.”
"..."
Jiang Ran was hung up on again.
He was so angry that he pounded the bed.
Xiu Yu gloated as she handed him hot water.
“Father Ying.” Jiang Ran thought of his lifeline. “Father, you are my own father. When my father comes, please help me hold him off. I will do anything for you.”
"No." Ying Zijing yawned, raising an eyebrow. "Your emotional intelligence is too low; it'll infect me."
"..."
**
Su Lianghui has been extremely anxious and stressed these past few days.
After Jiang Moyuan was arrested, Ye Suhe took his 30 million yuan and disappeared.
In his anger, he called the police, but they said the transaction was legal and there were no problems.
Su Lianghui knew that he had lost completely.
If he still had 30 million, he could at least start a company and make a comeback.
But there's no way to change it now.
But Su Lianghui still didn't give up searching for Ye Suhe, and he searched almost the entire city of Shanghai.
He didn't know that Ye Suhe was not in Shanghai, but in a neighboring small city.
Ye Suhe knew that many people were looking for her, so she rented a very simple rental house.
On television, the news was still reporting on the Jiang family's affairs.
She treated the son she had carefully raised as a prisoner.
Ye Suhe's expression gradually darkened.
She picked up her phone, dialed a number, and smiled slightly: "Jiang Huaping, do you want to know how your father died?"
I dreamt of JJ Lin last night. We took a picture together, and he gave me a stack of autographs. But when I woke up... a dream is just a dream :)
(End of this chapter)
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