Liu Fang never expected the person in front of him to actually be the young mistress!
And he had offended the young mistress!
While Liu Fang was dumbfounded, behind him, lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, Fu Yanhe heard Shen Yanhe's delicate voice. His hand gripping the mattress involuntarily applied some force, and his eyes opened slightly, as a cold voice faintly resonated.
"Liu Fang, step aside."
Liu Fang subconsciously obeyed, sidestepping slightly.
Before he moved far, he snapped back to reality and, looking towards Shen Yanhe, stammered, "Even if, if you're the young mistress, you still, still can't just stick needles into the young master."
Serving as Fu Yanhe's semi-private doctor, Liu Fang was the person most aware of how bad his health was.
The young master had shown him great kindness, and in his heart, the young master was his savior.
He absolutely couldn't let the young master fall into danger!
Liu Fang looked at Shen Yanhe with caution and asked, "Young Mistress, do you have a medical practice certificate? Which university did you learn your medical skills from?"
"It should… be there?" Shen Yanhe touched her chin, her response somewhat uncertain.
She remembered that last year the old man had mentioned it in passing, suggesting she should take the exam for the top medical practitioner's certificate. But she had been busy making money at the time and didn't have time to sit for the exam.
It was only over the New Year that the old man got hold of a stack of test papers for her to complete, and he also had her see a few patients, saying her senior fellow apprentice was arranging it for her.
She had been too busy afterwards to pay attention, but by now that certificate should have been issued, right?
In the evening, when she had time, she would need to ask the old man.
"As for university, I just started this year, I'm a freshman."
Liu Fang's vision went dark: "A freshman?"
Not only was there no medical practice certificate, but she was also just a freshman!
Letting her perform acupuncture on the young master, wasn't this being reckless?
San Fang and Wu Fang also changed expressions, looking towards Shen Yanhe with a trace of distrust and skepticism in their eyes.
Liu Fang's expression changed again and again, and finally, with a flurry, he turned his head to look at Fu Yanhe and said very firmly, "Young Master, the young mistress shouldn't perform acupuncture on you!"
"If you wish to have acupuncture, we should still find a professional doctor. The young mistress lacks a medical practice certificate and is only a freshman. I don't trust her, and I fear for your safety."
"Your current condition can't withstand any more disturbances."
San Fang also frowned and advised, "Young Master, why don't we wait for Ba Fang to locate Dr. YM, and let Dr. YM treat you?"
When Shen Yanhe heard the words "Dr. YM," a strange expression flashed across her face as she looked towards San Fang and the others, "You want to find Dr. YM to treat him?"
"Exactly!" Liu Fang nodded, his gaze towards Shen Yanhe filled with pride, his face showing reverence, "Dr. YM has extremely high medical skills in both traditional and Western medicine, especially her mastery of the silver needle is amazing."
"She has even opened a research institute abroad. In the past three years, that institute has released several new drugs treating complex diseases, effective and affordable, benefiting many poor families."
"It's said that there's no one Dr. YM can't cure in this world. She is revered overseas as a Divine Doctor, daring to challenge King Yan for lives, and to defy the gods."
"Dr. YM is even my idol. It's just a pity that her whereabouts are mysterious, otherwise, I'd definitely seek her out to become my master," Liu Fang sighed regretfully.
Shen Yanhe: "..."
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There was no need to exaggerate to such an extent.
Liu Fang waved his hand, "Ah, young mistress, you wouldn't understand all this, I won't elaborate further."
He turned his head towards Fu Yanhe and said earnestly, "In any case, Young Master, today's acupuncture shouldn't happen."
Fu Yanhe, lying on the bed, watched Shen Yanhe with an indifferent look in his eyes.
He noted that even when she was being doubted, her expression remained calm, revealing a bit of complexity, yet not showing any anxiety or a desire to prove herself.
If Shen Yanhe knew what he was thinking, she would assuredly tell him.
It was because she was used to it.
Ever since she had been picked by that old man in the countryside to be his apprentice and watched him treat patients, those patients never ceased to doubt her because of her youth.
The old man had once told her that his life motto was: "Those who believe shall be healed, those who do not, I shall not treat."
If patients believed in you, you treated them, no need to chase after the skeptical and indifferent.
He wouldn't allow his disciple to be so undignified.
"I trust her."
Shen Yanhe was startled, pulled from her complex musings, and looked up at him instinctively.
In her line of sight, Fu Yanhe's pale lips curved slightly, his jet-black pupils staring straight at her. In a clear and pleasant voice that almost seemed careless, he said, "If she ends up killing me with her treatment, just have her buried with me."
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Shen Yanhe smiled, her voice soft, "To share life and death, isn't so bad."
Liu Fang frowned deeply, clearly disapproving, "But..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Yanhe cut him off, "Alright, we can't delay any longer, or your young master will catch a cold."
Shen Yanhe's gaze dropped slightly, her thick, slightly curled eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes. Her slender and fair fingers were twirling a Golden Needle, while her other hand was wiped with an alcohol cotton pad, cleaning the Golden Needle in her hand.
"If you're not confident in me, then stay and watch me perform the acupuncture. If you find any hint of malicious intent towards your young master, you can execute me on the spot."
"Let's do just that, begin," said Liu Fang, who was still eager to say something but was cut off by Fu Yanhe. In the end, he could only stand nervously to the side, watching Shen Yanhe's hand movements intently.
He also made sure Wu Fang had the emergency team ready, in case anything happened, to immediately take the young master for emergency treatment.
With no further interruptions, Shen Yanhe took a deep breath, clearing her mind of distractions. Holding the Golden Needle, she quickly positioned it at the Da Ling, Qi Men, Shang Qiu, Zhong Fu, Zhu Bin, Wei Zhong, Yin Gu, and Yong Quan acupoints.
Her movements were smooth and seamless, as if she had done it thousands of times before, which astonished Liu Fang so much that he couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Especially when he saw Shen Yanhe twist the needle slightly after each insertion, causing the previously still Golden Needle to start buzzing gently, he was stunned to a halt.
Although he had never dealt with Traditional Chinese Medicine, he knew that only those with profound mastery in acupuncture could make the tail of the needle tremble to aid treatment after insertion!
The young Madame was clearly not a freshman with no medical knowledge!
She was, without a doubt, a hidden master of Traditional Chinese Medicine!
Thinking back to what he had said to her just a moment ago.
Liu Fang wished he could slap himself in the face.
Look at you, always rushing and talking too much; now the young Madame has a bad impression of you, doesn't she?
Unlike Liu Fang, who was trying to find a way to improve his image in front of Shen Yanhe, Wu Fang, watching her skillful movements, silently let out a sigh of relief.
He just knew it.
The young Madame that the young master could get close to had to be extraordinary.
He absolutely had to cling to this golden thigh!
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Fu Yanhe watched unwaveringly as Shen Yanhe's delicate hands continued to place needles on his body without a break.
Her movements were swift yet graceful, with a unique rhythm to them.
This was the first time he had received her acupuncture while fully conscious, the first time since the poison-induced coma.
Especially after she inserted the needles, he felt an unusual warmth spreading from his internal organs. The coldness that had lasted for years began to fade, and the occasional stabbing pain in his head had vanished.
A warmth he had never experienced before was enveloping him.
And it brought on an intense drowsiness.
Fu Yanhe gazed deeply at Shen Yanhe, his lips parting slightly as he intended to say something, but in the end, the wave of sleepiness proved too powerful, and he closed his eyes, falling asleep.
"It's done," said Shen Yanhe as she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, softening her voice and picking up the remote control to increase the room temperature a bit. She gently said, "He's asleep now. I'll come back to remove the needles in an hour."
"Alright, alright," Liu Fang changed from his previous distrustful demeanor, eagerly stepping forward to ask, "Are you tired, Madame? Do you want to sit here and rest? Would you like some dessert? Some water? I'll go get it for you."
"No need, I'm going back to my room," Shen Yanhe picked up her phone to check it, then said, "I have an online part-time customer service job that's about to start. I need to take care of work first."
"Keep an eye on the room temperature, don't let him catch a cold."
After saying that, Shen Yanhe took her phone and left the room, heading straight back to her own.
Liu Fang was left standing there, dumbfounded, as he raised his hand to scratch his head uncertainly, looking at Wu Fang, "Did I just hear hallucinations? I think I heard the young Madame say she's working part-time in customer service online?"
"Haha! You must have heard wrong!" Liu Fang laughed dryly, "The young Madame of the Fu Family couldn't possibly stoop to taking online part-time jobs."
Wu Fang kept a straight face: "You didn't hear wrong."
"The young Madame is indeed working part-time in customer service online."
Liu Fang: "..."
The young Madame of the prestigious Fu Family!
Online!
Part-time?
What kind of fantasy plot is this?