True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Jiang Ran who followed behind: "..."

Damn, is he biological?

Only then did Jiang Huaping realize that the little girl looked amazing, so she couldn't help pinching her pale face: "Hey, Auntie is too excited, didn't you scare you?"

Ying Zijin shook his head slightly and said hello politely.

Xiu Yu put away the artificial mace, and was surprised: "Sister Huaping, why are you here in person?"

"Just came back." Jiang Huaping was elated, "Xiaoyu is really good."

Jiang Ran: "..."

I finally know why his mother keeps calling him sister. It turns out that he is used to it.

Jiang Ran's expression became even more stinky, and his whole body exuded an aura of "I'm not happy".

The director of moral education looked bewildered.

Zhong Manhua froze in place, his face flushed with blush, and his lips trembled.

She only felt an unprecedented embarrassment, as if the blood in her whole body was flowing backwards, and the thorns were on her back.

The Jiang family...isn't there to be held accountable?

Also express thanks?

Jiang Huaping turned his head: "Madam Ying, right, what are you trying to say to me?"

Zhong Manhua naturally knew Jiang Huaping.

Jiang Huaping and her peers were Jiang Moyuan's second sister, but she went to the imperial capital at the age of five.

After getting married, she left all the ladies in Shanghai behind.

Zhong Manhua has always been unbearable for others to give her face and slap her in the face.

But this person is Jiang Huaping, she is not even qualified to be angry.

"It doesn't matter." Zhong Manhua took a deep breath and forced a smile, "I just heard that the child had a fight at school, and I asked you to run more. I laughed."

"Wow, Aunt, your face is changing really fast." Xiu Yu was surprised, "Didn't you just force Ying's father to go to Jiang's house to apologize, and you beat people, is it a problem now?"

Zhong Manhua's face flushed red, but his eyes were stern: "When an adult speaks, why is a child interrupting?!"

Jiang Huaping smiled and his expression faded: "Mrs. Ying, don't you know that my son was beaten today because he stopped the little girl from letting her go to work?"

"As for this, it was originally my son's fault, and he brought up the fight. Why do you want your daughter to apologize?"

It's obviously a question, but it's like a sarcasm.

Zhong Manhua's expression was stagnant, his momentum immediately weakened, and he was very ashamed: "Zijin, why didn't you tell your mother earlier?"

Ying Zijin raised his eyes and looked indifferent: "Nonsense."

After thanking Jiang Huaping, she pushed the door and left.

"Dad Ying means that talking to you is just nonsense." Xiu Yu snorted coldly, "Sister Huaping, let's go."

Jiang Huaping waved his hand with a smile, and said lightly: "Mrs. Ying, although it's not your own child that doesn't hurt, but you don't have to be an enemy, do you think so?"

Zhong Manhua's face was burning with pain: "Yes, yes..."

Jiang Ran finally understood, he sneered: "Who needs to apologize? You are sick, mind your own business."

He's a big man, and he can't afford to lose.

Being so ridiculed by the junior, Zhong Manhua became even more faceless, blushing and hurried away.

Jiang Ran was very upset: "Mom, you haven't said how you came back."

"Mengjia has developed a new drug, and Mom brought you a copy." Jiang Huaping patted his shoulder, "The imperial capital is too chaotic now, you are still staying in Shanghai."

Jiang Ran responded absentmindedly, thinking about something in his heart.

It seems that this transfer student seems to have a miserable life, tsk, then he will treat her better in the future because of her lucky chance to beat him once.

**

Six o'clock, outside the school gate.

Nie Chao was sleepy in the back seat.

He didn't wake up until the car door was opened, and saw the girl sitting in the co-pilot's seat: "Sister is here."

Ying Zijin turned her head and raised her eyebrows: "Is your injury healed?"

"Big brother, you are amazing." Speaking of this, Nie Chao excitedly said, "Are you really good at fortune-telling, please help me to see, when will I find true love?"

"Nie Chao."

The man's lazy voice came from the front, and there was a hint of warning in the looseness.

"Seventh Young Master, I'll ask." Nie Chao scratched his head, "Isn't that curious?"

"Oh, no." Ying Zijin leaned against the window with her head propped up, her brows evacuated, "Just kidding, to scare you."

Nie Chao: "..."

Yeah, it's probably just a coincidence.

But why is his sister not so soft to him?

Fu Yunshen gave Ying Zijin a bag of chocolate beans before starting the car.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Shaoren Hospital.

"You don't have to wait for me." Ying Zijin got out of the car and put on her schoolbag, "You are busy with you, I will go back myself."

"Yeah." Fu Yunshen didn't say much, he raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Be careful, call your brother if you have anything."

Ying Zijin didn't mind either, she trimmed her hair, nodded, turned and walked towards the hospital gate.

The Shaoren Hospital that Mu Heqing gave her is a pure traditional Chinese medicine hospital with a history of 20 years, and its reputation is no less than that of the First Hospital.

But because of the rise of Western medicine in recent years, fewer and fewer people come to see Chinese medicine.

Ying Zijin glanced at the major clinics in the hospital and did some calculations.

After she made up her mind, she went straight to the office of the director of internal medicine and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The voice carried a long-standing majesty.

The door opened, and the director of internal medicine looked up, frowning immediately.

He was notified that an airborne expert would come over at this time.

Originally, he hated the behavior of going through the back door, but he didn't expect that he was just a little girl?

It is estimated that the two medicinal herbs, Angelica and Duhuo, can’t even be distinguished, so I’m too embarrassed to hang up the name of an expert to get spare money.

The director of internal medicine sneered, not even bothering to put on a polite expression.

He took out a file bag and threw it on the table: "Yours, take it."

Ying Zijin took it apart, flipped through it, looked at ten lines, quickly finished memorizing it, and threw it back.

Seeing this, the director of internal medicine was even more disgusted. He was about to say "if you have nothing to do, hurry up" when the closed door was suddenly knocked open.

A nurse ran in panting and said anxiously, "Director, the patient in bed 17 is in deep shock!"

The face of the director of internal medicine changed greatly: "I'll go over here."

He didn't care about what Mu Cheng explained, he left the girl and left in a hurry.

Ying Zijin's eyes moved slightly, and he walked over unhurriedly.

Inside the front ward.

The acupuncture points on the patient's body were filled with needles, but there was still almost no breathing.

Several doctors were helpless: "What should I do, Director?"

"Notify the family first." The director of internal medicine gradually calmed down, "It was a miracle that I could have survived until now, and it is not surprising that I could not be rescued."

However, as if to slap him in the face, three words sounded in the ward.

"It can be saved."

The doctors looked back, all stunned.

The director of internal medicine was already very anxious, and when he saw that there were still people coming to cause trouble, his anger surged: "Save? Okay, how do you say it will be saved?"

Ying Zijin only glanced at it and said lightly, "Jinzhendu Point."

"Jinzhendu Point?" Hearing this, the director of internal medicine laughed angrily, "Do you know what Jinzhendu Point is?"

This is a needle method recorded in ancient books, more than two hundred years ago, and it has become a legend. How can anyone know it?