True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 499 Ying Ziying: This stitch, I created [2 more]

  The ancestor of the Fu family, also known as Fuxi.

   Fuxi's talent is very good, otherwise she would not be accepted by Fuxi as a disciple, and inherit the ancient medicine.

  But the current ancient medicine, because it has developed for hundreds of years, has divided too many branches and collateral lines, and indeed many places have nothing to do with her.

   However, if you talk about orthodoxy, of course, you are still a disciple under the Fuxi Clan.

  Fuxi is a kind-hearted person. Before the ancient medical world was completely hidden, he had been rushing around China to treat people's illnesses without asking for any remuneration.

   Later returned to the ancient medical world, she began to accept disciples, to carry forward the ancient medicine.

  How many disciples there are under Fuxi School, Ying Zijin has not paid attention to it.

  After all, she had already left the earth at that time and returned to the spiritual world.

  This time when she came back from rebirth, she just knew that Fuxi was still alive, and she didn't care about the rest.

  According to Lin Qingjia, Yuxuan is her first-generation disciple-grandson, the ancient genius doctor is her second-generation disciple-grandson, and Lin Qingjia is her third-generation disciple-grandson.

  It seems that this division is quite strong and has a high prestige in the ancient medical world.

  She woke up with a lot of juniors.

  Ying Zijin leaned against the wall and didn't leave, so she just watched.

"The old man checked. The reason why this patient is unconscious is because the poison has attacked his heart and nerves, causing problems in his mind." The ancient genius doctor touched his beard, and the winning ticket was in his hands. Only medicinal materials are needed, but also acupuncture and moxibustion."

  "The old man is sure that he will wake up the patient after acupuncture and moxibustion."

  Hearing this, Evan's expression was lifted: "Yes, the western doctor has also checked it, and my father is indeed affected by nerves."

  It seems that this ancient doctor still has two brushes.

  The ancient genius doctor took a long box from Yaotong and opened it.

   was filled with silver needles of various lengths, glowing with cold light.

  The ancient genius doctor picked up one of them, sterilized it with alcohol and fire, pinched the silver needle, and pointed it at the Shaoshang acupoint of Patriarch Bewen.

  Lita's expression changed, and she was about to stop.

In terms of detoxification, she really only believes in Yingzijin.

  But before she had time to do it, the ancient genius doctor's hand suddenly shook, and the silver needle in her hand turned black quickly.

  Not only the one in his hand, even the ones in the box have all turned black.

  Lita was taken aback and looked at the girl.

  The only person who can do this in an instant is the Poisoner.

  The middle-aged man's expression changed: "My lord, what are you?"

  嬴子衴 stroked the black sleeves, carelessly: "Please come, disrespect me, what kind of **** stitches, it is not pleasing to the eye."

  Such words have always been for the ancient genius doctor himself, and no one has ever said it to him.

  He was so angry that his beard was crooked, and his fingers trembled: "You, you..."

  Ghost thirteen stitches!

  This is the traditional acupuncture method of ancient medicine, and there are only a handful of people in the ancient medical circle. What does an Ozhou person know?

  This box of silver needles is specially made. The ancient genius doctor has used it for 30 years, just like a son.

  He came to Ozhou and didn’t bring a spare silver needle. Once the silver needle was destroyed and without tools, how could he treat the patient?

  The ancient genius doctor turned blue.

  Rita glanced at the destroyed silver needle: "How much is it, moved from the vault, the Bevin family is not short of money."

  It is an insult to hear these words in the ears of ancient genius doctors.

  Even if Lin Qingjia persuaded him, he would not stay any longer.

  The ancient genius doctor stood up coldly: "If something happens to this patient in the future, don't ask the old man. The old man is not responsible and will never come here again!"

  He turned around and left.

  But no one kept him.

  The face of the ancient genius doctor is even more ugly.

  It was the middle-aged man who followed and sighed: "Sorry, Miss Lin, I didn't think about this matter well, so I let you go for nothing."

  There are very few rumors about the first poison pharmacist.

  But it is obvious that the First Poisoner lived a long time.

  Even the top ten poison pharmacists can use poison to greatly slow down the aging speed of cells and increase the ability of cells to divide.

  If you talk about age, even the ancient genius doctor has to call ancestors.

  Of course he didn’t say this.

   "Patriarch Taylor is polite." Lin Qingjia smiled, "It's also that our medical skills are not high enough."

   "Miss Lin is arrogantly shameful." The middle-aged man said again, "The Taylor family will compensate for the silver needle of the ancient genius doctor."

  The ancient genius doctor snorted coldly, without speaking.

  "Ancient genius doctor." Lin Qingjia pointed to her brain and pursed her lips, "My mother has a problem here too. After the trouble goes back, you can see if you can cure her."

  The face of the ancient genius doctor eased: "Natural."

  O Zhou people don’t know the goods, someone always knows it.

  He still doesn’t want to show foreigners their mastery.

  **

  In the ward.

  Evan and Evan could not bear the fear that the First Poisoner brought them, and they both found an excuse to leave.

  "Find the remaining medicine and deliver it to me." Ying Ziying nodded slightly, "With the medicine, he will be able to wake up soon."

  Lita nodded, a little curious: "The stitch just now was really rubbish?"

  She doesn't understand Chinese medicine, let alone ancient medicine, but the ancient genius doctor really said the truth.

  嬴子衿 yawned, with lazy eyebrows: "It depends on who uses it and where it is used. His shot can't save people, it will kill people."

  Ghost thirteen needles are indeed aimed at the mind, and it can indeed restore the patients with mental problems to normal.

  However, Pavin’s family leader has been harassed by the poison for many years, and the aging of his organs has accelerated, which is very fragile.

  The third stitch of the ancient genius doctor can directly kill the Patriarch Bevin.

  Lita was taken aback: "Fortunately you stopped it."

   After thinking about it, she was even more curious: "But how do you know so clearly?"

  She also heard that these 13 ghost needles are acupuncture methods passed down in the ancient medical world. They are very rare and will not be passed on to outsiders.

   "Oh, I created it."

  Rita: "..."

  She couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or false.

  Brain capacity is a bit insufficient.

  Lita is a little sad, she always thinks she is a big brother.

  But now she discovered that she didn't understand the big brother's world, and she couldn't even understand the words.

  Ying Zijin stood up: "I'm leaving now."

  Lita also got up: "I will send you."

   "No, I have time to look up your family's gangsters."

  嬴子衿 went out of the castle, there was a sudden stop in his footsteps.

   She turned her head, glanced at Evan, who hesitated not knowing whether to step forward: "Do you want to follow?"

  Evan stiffened and his legs became soft again: "No, no, please, please, please."

  He ate the bear heart and leopard courage, dare to follow the first poisoner?

  When the time comes, I’m afraid I don’t know how to die.

  Evan stood there, watching the girl leave.

  Ten minutes later, the sense of deterrence disappeared, and the ability to move freely was barely restored.

  Evan wiped his sweat and went back softly.

  Too terrible, I really don’t know what the first poisoner is like, whether he has become a skeleton.

  **

  Ling Zijin left Bevin’s Castle and went around several times, removing the black robe and make-up, and putting on normal clothes.

  She looked at the black robe in her hand, and for the first time she felt a bit annoying.

  I don’t know how she could wear this kind of clothes for hundreds of years.

  This aesthetic.

  After leaving the underground world last night, she went to the airport to pick up Fu Yunshen.

  Early this morning, the racing team of Xiu Yu and Xiu's family also came, and the F1 race organized by the Manson family is about to begin.

  Qin Lingyu is also with him.

  It is said that there is a multinational variety show to be filmed, and Qin Lingyu also came with him.

  In addition to the racing team of Xiuyu and Xiujia, the group also stayed in the hotel where the crew of "Queen of the Elves" was located.

  Seeing Ying Zijin's return, Yunshan saluted respectfully: "Miss Ying."

   "Yaoyao, there will be a reception next month." Fu Yunshen beckoned, peachy eyes curled up, "The O Chau family and the Venus Group held it together, are you going?"

  Ying Zijin feels nothing: "Don’t go, lazy."

   "Hmm." Fu Yunshen was not surprised.

   "Master, I'll go." Yunshan rubbed his hands and was very excited, "I want to grab a red envelope, and I want to eat something delicious."

  He had heard about it a long time ago. This cocktail party will give out red envelopes for free. He wants to experience the fun of falling money from the sky.

  Hearing this, Ying Zijin opened her eyes, still leaning her head on the shoulder of the real human-shaped pillow, calmly: "Let's go then."

   Yunshan: "..."

  He can now be absolutely sure that their young master is not as good as money and food.

  Fu Yun glanced deeply at the waiting pillow that was thrown on the bed, and his lips curled up: "My kid, how about the gift?"

   "I want to cut it with scissors."

  "……"

   "Father Ying." At this time, Xiu Yu knocked on the door outside, "It's night, I'll take you out."

  "Don't care about men, men will only affect the speed of your sword! Let's be ruthless."

  Ying Zijin glanced at Fu Yunshen, and muttered: "It seems to make sense."

   Fu Yunshen's expression paused, raised his eyebrows, a faint light floated in his eyes, with a somewhat seductive meaning: "Huh?"

  嬴子衿 stood up unhurriedly: "You will only affect the speed of my sword, and your pillow will affect the quality of my sleep."

  Sleep too deep.

  "……"

  She left the presidential suite without any psychological burden, and went to meet Xiu Yu.

  Qin Lingyu was also there. After seeing the girl, he nodded: "Let's go."

  Xiu Yu took the phone and started searching for the restaurant, a severe dizziness surged over her head.

  She coughed sharply, her expression changed, as if she was thinking of something, she raised her hand, and stopped Ying Zijin: "Daddy Ying, on the plane..."

  I haven't finished the following words, and in an instant, I lost my consciousness.

  (End of this chapter)