CHAPTER 325: CHAPTER 279:

Everyone’s attention was on Lan Tian, and Mei Lan was hiding behind Mr. Jiao, so no one noticed her unusual complexion.

Lan Tian sat on the chair brought over by Ji Feng, her gaze calm as she looked towards Mr. Ji, "Grandpa, give me your hand."

"Xiao Lan, you should call me Grandpa as well," Ji Feng suddenly chimed in with inspiration. Lan Tian rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Mr. Ji slightly narrowed his eyes, seemingly oblivious to the flirting going on right under his nose, and obediently extended his hand, placing it on the bedsheet. Lan Tian’s fingers touched his wrist, and suddenly the atmosphere in the room tensed up, with all eyes falling on the slender hand on Mr. Ji’s wrist.

Mr. Ji felt a cool stream of energy flowing into his body from Lan Tian’s fingertips, a flicker of astonishment crossed the depths of his eyes, but it vanished in an instant. With the energy flowing into him, the inhuman torture he had endured for many years seemed to ease significantly.

Mr. Ji closed his eyes and leaned against the headboard, his body relaxed. It had been so long since he had a good night’s sleep; he felt so comfortable he was almost drowsy.

Spiritual Energy circulated in Mr. Ji’s body for a round, and Lan Tian roughly knew the state of the old man’s body. With such a ruined body, it was a miracle he had survived until now, thanks to the life-sustaining pills she had previously given Mr. Ji. It was also fortunate the poisonous insect inside Mr. Ji’s body shared some of the burden, or else he would have died long ago. Mr. Ji’s life had been saved, but the poisonous insect inside him had grown significantly larger and harder to solve.

"How is it, girl?" As Lan Tian withdrew her hand, Mr. Mo squeezed past Old Jiao to inquire, and the others eagerly awaited her judgement.

"Previously, who prescribed the medicine for Mr. Ji?" Lan Tian didn’t respond to Mr. Mo’s question, instead inquiring about the prescription.

"I did, what’s the problem?" Mr. Jiao stepped forward, his expression quite displeased. Although he wasn’t the one who wrote the prescription, Mei Lan had shown it to him, and with his approval, it was administered to Old Ji. Now being questioned by a junior about his medical skills, it was no wonder his face looked unpleasant.

He snorted, tilting his nose upwards in an arrogant manner, "Go ahead and share your diagnosis."

"What problem does your Grandpa Ji’s body have?" Neither Mr. Mo nor his granddaughter paid any attention to him, and Mr. Yang, as well as Old Sir Ye, also felt that Mr. Jiao was acting too harshly.

"He was over-nourished," Lan Tian said. "Weakness that rejects nourishment."

"Your Grandpa Ji’s body is weak, and no medicine seems to be effective. It’s like a bottomless pit, and his body gets weaker and weaker as if something is draining his vitality." Mr. Mo knew there was a problem with Old Ji’s body. When he first arrived and saw the prescription, he also felt it was not quite right. After discontinuing the use for a week, the results were disastrous. Mr. Ji was tortured to the point of near death, looking emaciated; in the end, they continued with the tonic.

Mei Lan breathed a sigh of relief, her tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed.

Lan Tian suddenly glanced at Mei Lan, a trace of puzzlement flashing in her eyes. This girl seemed very nervous, but Lan Tian didn’t think too deeply, assuming she was worried about her Master Mr. Jiao.

Mr. Jiao’s face darkened. Lan Tian’s words implied he had prescribed the wrong medicine, and he said irritably, "Fine, you do it! If you have any objections, keep them to yourself; even if you speak up, I won’t consider them. You’ve seen him for so many years without finding the cause of the illness. What makes you think so highly of yourself? At least my Grandpa once suspected the cause of the illness. You never even had a suspicion. If it weren’t for the life-saving medicine Grandpa Mo gave Mr. Ji two years ago, Mr. Ji would have been over-nourished to death by you long ago."

The room fell into a silent tension, oppressively suffocating.

Two years ago, Mr. Ji’s condition suddenly worsened, truly hanging by a thread. Mr. Jiao and his disciple did nothing but provide tonics, which didn’t help Old Ji at all, his condition even worsened. At that time, they were prepared for Mr. Ji’s departure. In the end, Old Mo brought out a pill, claiming it could save Old Ji’s life, but it was a gamble. Mr. Jiao firmly disagreed, saying it was a pill of unknown origin, and who knew what the consequences would be after taking it. If he passed away, who would be responsible?

Indeed, even Old Mo said that he had obtained the pill from someone else and could not guarantee its effect. They didn’t dare to take the gamble, at the end of their tether.

The Ji Family’s boy was also present at the time and, without any thought, after staring at the pill for a long while, suddenly shoved it into Old Ji’s mouth, so quickly that none of them had time to stop him. The next day, Mr. Ji woke up, and his condition slowly improved.

This hit a sore spot for Mr. Jiao, and his energy drained away. Glancing at Lan Tian and then at several old friends in the room, he slowly walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Two years had passed since the incident, and though no one mentioned it outright, they all had their opinions, something he had always been aware of. Which is why, over the past two years, he had been studying the illness, day and night, trying to ascertain the cause to provide the correct treatment. This was also why he had been so antagonistic towards Old Mo; he had always been the one to treat Old Ji, and suddenly someone else was called in, and it was Old Mo, the one he least respected, which only added to his frustration.

Lan Tian opened her pack, took out a bundle, and spread it on the bed, instructing Ji Feng without looking up, "Help your Grandpa sit up straight and take off his shirt; I’m going to give him acupuncture."

Ji Feng had blind trust in Lan Tian. As soon as he received her instructions, he proceeded without hesitation, lifting the bedsheet, supporting Mr. Ji into a seated position in the middle of the bed, took off his shirt, and got everything ready, waiting for Lan Tian.

Lan Tian inspected all the silver needles and revealed a satisfied smile.

The people in the room, looking at the rows of chilly, gleaming silver needles, shivered notwithstanding the warmth, feeling the previous oppressive ambiance dissolving invisibly. This was also the first time they witnessed acupuncture, their hearts filled with a faint curiosity.

"How confident is your girl?" Mr. Yang leaned closer and asked Mr. Mo in a low voice.