CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42 GENIUS

Nearly a hundred percent success rate.

In other words, Old Sir Lu can’t die.

Lu Si was stunned, feeling as if his heart had been hammered, leaving him both bewildered and dazed.

The whole ward was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Rong Zhi turned his head to return the documents to Song Cheng, just about to speak, when a puzzled voice came from his ear, "May I ask if you know someone called Fu Liang?"

It was Tang Xuyun.

His gaze fell on Rong Zhi’s wrist, burning as if intending to sear her.

Rong Zhi immediately raised an eyebrow, squinting slightly as she carefully observed the elderly man before her.

Wearing a dark robe, his face stern, with a stable aura naturally exuding from him, being here meant he was also a doctor, someone respected by Song Cheng, suggesting his high status.

Moreover, the other party had accurately named the old man from her family, indicating they were acquainted.

With a bit of consideration in her mind, Rong Zhi showed no sign of it on her face, just slightly tilted her head and spoke with less detachment, "May I ask who you are?"

The implication was she knew!

Tang Xuyun, seeing she didn’t deny it, hurriedly explained, his tone carrying a hint of excitement, "I’ve met Divine Doctor Fu a few times, we know each other. I’ve seen his social media, you’re his apprentice, right?!"

Fu Liang, feeling bored with his secluded life of farming, loved posting about vegetables and life on social media, especially about his apprentice.

After Rong Zhi mentioned it a few times, she left him be, but she had one request, not to show her face.

Thus, those who knew Fu Liang were aware he had an exceptionally talented medicinal apprentice, but had only seen her hands at work, never her person.

Tang Xuyun occasionally checked social media, and when seeing her medicinal videos, watched intently, amazed each time.

Especially that masterful Fu Xi Nine Needles, which he, after years of meticulous study, could only perform six, but she had mastered all nine years ago!

Truly a prodigy in the medical world!

Tang Xuyun’s curiosity about Rong Zhi was also sparked when he noticed a familiar sandalwood Buddha Hand Bracelet on her, nearly identical to that of the apprentice.

He hesitated with his lips.

No wonder, no wonder Rong Zhi, so young, could say things like ’never do something I’m not confident about’.

If she was Fu Liang’s apprentice, then it was no surprise!

"Little Divine Doctor Rong, are you going to perform acupuncture here? Could I be fortunate enough to watch?" Tang Xuyun, sweeping away any previous doubts, spoke warmly and cordially, "Rest assured, I’ll just watch and won’t disturb!"

The exchange between the two left the others bewildered.

Mrs. Lu frowned, looking at Tang Xuyun’s usually sober face now showing excitement, leaving her a bit stunned, "Dean Tang? This is..."

Tang Xuyun nodded to her, glanced at Rong Zhi, and solemnly said, "Mrs. Lu, calm down for now. With Divine Doctor Fu’s apprentice here, Old Sir Lu is saved."

Mrs. Lu was taken aback, clenched her hand tightly, and her breath quickened.

Tang Xuyun had great confidence in Rong Zhi’s medical skills.

In hopes of watching Rong Zhi treating on the spot, he even had a doctor summoned to arrange surgical details, then he asked Rong Zhi, "Little Divine Doctor Rong, will you perform acupuncture now?"

Rong Zhi looked at Old Sir Lu, her expression calm and polite, asking, "The silver needles are not on me. I’ll fetch them and conduct acupuncture in half an hour, and I’ll be the chief surgeon for the afternoon surgery. Is that okay?"

There are classes on weekends, and she still needed to ask Bai Su for leave.

Tang Xuyun nodded, "Of course, I’ll have everything prepared!"

He raised no objection to Rong Zhi being the chief surgeon.

Rong Zhi slightly nodded, then left the ward.

She drove back to the Rong Family, turned into the study room used for classes upon going upstairs, and as expected, saw Bai Su waiting there.

The man was leaning against the podium, slowly flipping through the book in his hand with his long fingers.

Sunlight poured through the window, casting a soft golden glow over him, his elegant brows shrouded in a light mist, like a serene immortal, soft as a painting.

Rong Zhi quietly stood at the door, looking at this captivating and relaxing scene, without making a sound.

Bai Su seemed to sense something, turned his gaze, but never stopped flipping the pages, as he gazed at her. He paused slightly, then smirked slightly, his enchanting peach blossom eyes curved, rippling with allure, stirring the mundane world.

"Not coming in?" He chuckled softly and put the book away, "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, little student."

His voice mellow, deep and ambiguous, indescribably tender and unrestrained.

Rong Zhi’s brow twitched, her gaze subdued, and she slightly pursed her lips, feeling the person was somewhat inexplicable.

Why must he always speak to her in such an ambiguous tone?

Teasing her?

But she didn’t have time to quarrel now, she shook her head expressionlessly, telling Bai Su, "Not going in, I have something this afternoon, taking leave today."

Bai Su raised an eyebrow, lazily walking towards her, "Taking leave again? Where to this time?"

Rong Zhi seemed quite nonchalant, "Going to save someone, leaving now."

Said it and left, without a trace of mercy.

Bai Su: "..."

Tsk, heartless little one.

Without the student in need of guidance, Bai Su, after Rong Zhi retrieved her bag and went downstairs, followed shortly afterwards.

Bai Su drove his Audi concept car, sparing a glance at Rong Zhi’s car through the rearview mirror, noticing the license plate, his peach blossom eyes curved, a smile overflowing in his eyes.

Suddenly, he was reminded of something, and his smile deepened.

...

Lan’er Sanatorium.

Rong Zhi handed the printed surgical plan to the two present, stating calmly, "Look at the plan first. There are three hours until surgery, and I need two assistant doctors."

Old Sir Lu hadn’t eaten for a day; the surgery didn’t need to be delayed until tomorrow.

Tang Xuyun was the first to take the plan, and upon hearing this, immediately volunteered, "I’ll do it."

Song Cheng promptly followed, "Me too, me too."

Rong Zhi nodded, not finding it strange at all to have a big shot in medicine and a cardiology expert assist her.

Back in Old Sir Lu’s ward, it had already been cleaned and prepped.

Rong Zhi wasted no words, having Song Cheng assist by removing Old Sir Lu’s clothes as before, then spread the cloth package she had.

Nine silver needles of varying sizes, gleaming faintly cold, arranged neatly.

Rumored to bring the dead back to life, flesh to bones, the most difficult to learn in Chinese medicine, the Fu Xi Nine Needles!

Watching, Tang Xuyun’s breath slightly stilled, his eyes solemn, his expression unusually tense.

And Rong Zhi’s slender, well-defined hands gently picked up a silver needle, sterilizing it.

Then with a skillful turn of hand, the silver needle was deftly and precisely inserted into Old Sir Lu’s Neiguan point.

Following were Silver Ridge Spring, Taichong, Zusanli...

Tang Xuyun and Song Cheng were awestruck.

Nine Needle Closure.

Rong Zhi exhaled softly, took a moist towelette from the bedside table, and wiped her hands, and after ten minutes, applied the needle again.

After completing three rounds of needle cycles, Old Sir Lu’s face, which was sullen and cyanotic, visibly turned to a normal complexion.

Half an hour!

Just half an hour!

Rong Zhi snatched Old Sir Lu back from King Yama!

The two senior medical practitioners present couldn’t help but gape in shock.

A miracle! This is simply a miracle!

And Rong Zhi, she was the one who created the miracle!

Tang Xuyun’s last bit of doubt about Rong Zhi’s medical skills was completely dispelled, and he excitedly wanted to ask questions, but seeing Rong Zhi’s slightly pale face, he realized her mental energy was much depleted, likely exhausted.

So, he restrained his emotions and patiently waited for Rong Zhi to rest.