The Young Matriarch

Chapter 67: Chapter 067: Give me a ruthless stab

Liu Zhen’s face turned pale upon hearing this, and he glared at Tong Yunrou, berating her on the spot, “Such trivial matters do not require the Ancestral Master’s intervention. A disciple such as myself is fully capable of performing the acupuncture. You, in your ignorance, dare to insult our revered Ancestral Master?!”

Clearly, Tong Yunrou’s attempt at flattery had backfired spectacularly.

Tong Yunrou was rebuffed by Liu Zhen, leaving her unable to face the situation with an awkward smile on her face.

Where had she insulted his Ancestral Master?!!

Despite being the beloved daughter of the Tong Family, Tong Yunrou felt somewhat displeased and asked with a forced smile, “I’ve heard that Bai Chuwei and Xingye are of similar age, how then can Mr. Liu claim her to be his Ancestral Master?”

Liu Zhen’s mustache quivered as he answered self-righteously, “The Ancestral Master imparted medical knowledge to me in a dream.”

Everyone present was dumbfounded and at a loss for words.

Was this old Liu still half asleep? In a… dream?

Standing in a corner, Duan Feihan’s dark, night-like phoenix eyes flashed with a trace of suspicion. In a dream? Suddenly, he remembered the dream he had that night, the same nightmare he experienced again, only this time a young girl had appeared in it, her presence shining like a light in the terrifying dream.

Liu Zhen abruptly flipped his sleeve with a cold snort, “What do these young fools know of the Ancestral Master’s profound medical skills? The elder Mr. Duan has finished his medicinal bath; bring me to administer acupuncture swiftly!”

The Duan Family members, both high and low, wore complicated expressions. Seeing Old Liu hold in such high regard the high school girl he had just had a conflict with, they couldn’t help but suspect that Liu might be under some kind of hex.

As Liu Zhen performed the acupuncture, all the Duan Family members could do was wait outside.

It wasn’t long before the sound of the elder Mr. Duan’s agonized screams echoed from the bedroom.

In his dream, the Ancestral Master had said, “Stick the needles in firmly, the more pitiful the scream, the better you’ve learned!”

Liu Zhen, looking at the elder Mr. Duan’s face turning deathly pale from the needles, drenched in sweat, grew ecstatic. He quickened his pace, treating the elder’s acupoints as if they were dead pork to be stabbed at will.

The pitiful howls were never-ending!

The butler exclaimed in surprise outside the door, “It is truly deserving of Old Liu, the elder’s breaths were short before, yet listen to those cries, they indeed signify the National Medical Saint’s excellent skills! Expertly done!”

A vein twitched on Duan Feihan’s forehead. His father was screaming in such agony, and yet it was taken as a good sign…

The cunningly beautiful image of the young girl suddenly flashed through his mind, and Duan Feihan could not shake the feeling that the girl was exacting her revenge on purpose.

Duan Feihan tugged at the corner of his mouth, his gaze revealing a trace of a wry smile.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Zhen walked out proudly, chest puffed out. Behind him, the elder Mr. Duan, reduced to skin and bones, was helped out by a nurse, shakily making his way out.

In an instant, every member of the Duan Family crowded around.

“The elder can walk? Old Liu’s medical skills are extraordinary!”

To them, the elder Mr. Duan was someone already at death’s door, yet now he could walk!

Liu Zhen cast a sideways glance, correcting them, “It’s the Ancestral Master’s medical skills that are exceptional. This humble old man has merely learned the basics.”

Everyone almost dropped their jaws in shock, remembering how arrogantly Liu Zhen had behaved when he first met Bai Chuwei, now utterly like a brainless fan!

Looking at his father, drenched in sweat from the needling, Duan Feihan asked Liu Zhen, “Old Liu, how many more times must my father undergo acupuncture?”

“According to the Ancestral Master’s estimate, combined with consuming medicine and medicinal baths, along with the Lingdao Thirteen Needles, he should recover in a week,” Liu Zhen crowed proudly, yet feeling somewhat ashamed inside.

He had heard that if the Ancestral Master personally treated the patient, there would be no need for a week, three days would suffice! It was his own lack of talent that necessitated a week.

All present took a sharp intake of breath – curing terminal stomach cancer in a week? Who would believe such a thing if it were spread? This was truly the work of a Divine Doctor!