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At noon, the scorching sun shines into the ward through the window. Even if the air conditioner is running at full power, it still cannot prevent the temperature in the room from rising.

In front of the hospital bed, I was extremely anxious and paced back and forth beside Zhao Ting. I don't know whether it was because of my anxiety or the hot weather. Sweat dripped from my forehead, my eyes were bloodshot, and even the things in front of me turned red.

Lanzhi has been gone for more than two hours. But not only did she not bring the person I wanted, but she also heard nothing from her. She was procrastinating in doing things, and she was really even less reliable than Sister Feng.

"Forget it, don't wait any longer."

"Squeak."

Just when I wanted to go out and look for someone, the door to the room was quietly pushed open.

A woman in green sportswear appeared in front of me. The woman was in her twenties, holding a wooden bucket the size of a washbasin. The bucket was also covered with a lid. The most eye-catching thing was that she was about the same height.

The hair is long and jet black, giving people the feeling of wearing a wig.

"'Ji Ying?' Is that you?" I asked tentatively.

The woman in sportswear nodded and walked toward me with steady steps. I looked at her in shock. I remembered that the last time we met, she was still using a cane. Why not this time?

"The second lady paid for the surgery for me. Otherwise, how could I stand up again?" Ji Ying seemed to have noticed my doubts, and she nodded and explained.

I was stunned, then patted Ji Ying on the shoulder, "Okay, just recover. Let's talk about old times later. I called you here this time because I want you to save my sister Ting's life."

Ji Ying showed an embarrassed smile, but still patted the wooden bucket in her hand and said as if everything was understood, "Understood. It took some time to boil the medicine, but it should still be too late."

After saying that, Ji Ying came to the bed and took Zhao Ting's "pulse." But as soon as the two of them came into contact, they fell into a long silence as if they were petrified. As time went by, the expression on Ji Ying's face changed.

It also became more solemn.

"I don't understand the theory of Western medicine. But from the perspective of our Chinese medicine practitioners, Miss Wu's symptoms belong to 'qi and blood stasis.' It is a blockage of blood vessels caused by various external forces. This situation is very dangerous. Once the heart arteries and blood vessels are blocked,

, even if Hua Tuo is alive, there is nothing he can do." Ji Ying explained while feeling his pulse.

"I don't understand these theories. I just want to know how to save the lives of Zhao Ting, mother and son." I said impatiently.

Ji Ying sighed and looked at me with eyes full of anxiety, "I'm not completely sure."

I lay on the bed and kissed Zhao Ting's forehead gently, "Even if there is a 10% chance, I will never give up."

Ji Ying pouted, took out a silver needle from his body, and inserted a few needles into Zhao Ting's wrist. Zhao Ting snorted and gradually woke up.

"Hello, Miss Fifth." When Ji Ying saw Zhao Ting open her eyes, she quickly bowed and saluted.

Zhao Ting rubbed her forehead and said, "You're here. Sit down."

I looked at the two of them in confusion. They seemed to have only met once, but now they felt very familiar.

Ji Ying looked at me meaningfully, "As early as in the 'Ancient Capital Dynasty' in Hecheng, I saw that the relationship between Miss Fifth and Mr. Meng was unusual. I didn't expect that you were actually husband and wife."

"These are not things you should ask about." Zhao Ting was noncommittal, looking at Ji Ying with a little softness in her eyes. I know Zhao Ting very well. The more she loses her temper with people, the more she takes advantage of them.

As a friend. But if you are gentle to someone for no reason, then the other person's situation must not be good.

I interrupted the meaningful conversation between the two, "Okay, let's talk about it later. Let's take a look at Zhao Ting's condition first. Didn't Ji Ying bring some medicine? Let's give it to Zhao Ting now."

Ji Ying hugged the wooden barrel that he brought and said with some embarrassment, "I brought the medicine, but it's not for drinking."

After saying that, Ji Ying shook his head, and his long black hair suddenly stood up one by one. Then he saw the "long hair" reaching into the gap of the bucket lid as if spiritually, and with a "bang" sound, he pulled out the lid.

Come down.

The word "pull out" is used because the pressure inside the barrel is very high and the lid is tightly closed. The entire barrel is like a large vacuum can.

"What are you doing?" I asked doubtfully.

Ji Ying shook the barrel, and there was a crisp sound of "stones" hitting each other inside the barrel.

"Do you want to treat me to some pebbles?" Zhao Ting asked with a gloomy face.

Ji Ying shook his head, "These are not stones, they are dried 'corn' seeds. But now they have no moisture and are almost the same as small stones."

"Mr. Ji, please don't tantalize people. How do you plan to cure the disease?" I asked anxiously.

Ji Ying pursed her lips and chuckled, "This method is very special. It just requires your cooperation."

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In the silent ward, Zhao Ting held my arm and stood up with difficulty. The wooden barrel placed in front of her was the barrel Ji Ying had brought.

"Want to step on it?" Zhao Ting looked at Ji Ying with questioning eyes.

Ji Ying nodded without any doubt, "Yes."

My eyes kept wandering around the wooden barrel and Zhao Ting's little feet. "I have never seen such a weird treatment method in my life."

Ji Ying reached out and gently stirred the corn seeds in the barrel, "Did you know? Thirty years ago, a fifty-year-old woman suffered from a severe ingrown toenail." The toenail turned inward, causing her to be unable to wear shoes. But

She is now over 80 years old, but she is very energetic and has no illnesses whatsoever."

"What do you want to say?" I asked impatiently.

Ji Ying continued, "The soles of human feet are covered with nerve reflex zones. And the old lady walking barefoot massages the rich nerves in the soles of the feet."

"So, you want these corn seeds to give Zhao Ting a pedicure?" I asked with a grin.

"I have treated these seeds with a secret medicine. As long as Miss Wu keeps stepping on them with her feet like a garlic pestle, it is guaranteed to have a miraculous effect on unblocking meridians and removing blood stasis." Ji Ying said, blinking his big eyes.

I looked at Zhao Ting hesitantly, but the latter gritted her teeth decisively and stepped directly on the angular corn seeds.

As the soles of her feet fell, Zhao Ting's beautiful cheeks began to tremble slightly.

"Sister Ting, how do you feel?" I asked with some worry. Although the corn seeds didn't look like stones, they had sharp edges and corners. It was really distressing to see Zhao Ting's soft little feet on them.

Zhao Ting shook her head and stepped on the barrel with her other foot. But this time, her painful knees softened and she almost fell to the ground.

Ji Ying quickly held Zhao Ting's arm and motioned for the latter to continue.

Zhao Ting sighed, raised her foot again with difficulty, and stepped heavily on the corn seeds in the bucket. She stepped on the same spot like this for more than ten minutes. Zhao Ting was already sweating profusely, as if every time she lifted her foot,

, will make her exhausted and faint.

"Fifth Miss, you have to step on the soles of your feet to get them hot." Ji Ying simply knelt on the ground and used his shoulders to make a cane for Zhao Ting, encouraging her not to give up.

Zhao Ting wiped the sweat from her forehead and nodded.

You must know that Zhao Ting is no longer what she used to be. She is no longer a martial arts master who can wield a steel whip and strike at will. Instead, she is a weak pregnant woman and a patient with severe pulmonary hypertension. How can she survive such a terrible current situation?

It's not easy to be given a life, let alone let her suffer this fate.

"When will we step on it?" I asked worriedly.

Ji Ying's hair, which had long been mopping the floor, gradually penetrated the barrel and gently stirred the corn seeds in the barrel. "If you really feel sorry for her, let the medicine I painstakingly brew take effect."

Although everyone understands the truth, after stepping on it for twenty minutes, Zhao Ting couldn't lift her little feet.

"Do you feel feverish?" Ji Ying asked.

Zhao Ting shook her head and said with a painful expression, "I don't have any fever. I'm just a little swollen, and my feet are so numb that I can't feel it."

Ji Ying was silent for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, he let Zhao Ting rest first, "It is not necessary to take strong medicine for an acute illness. If you take it step by step, the effect may be better."

I quickly picked up Zhao Ting and put her on the bed. At this time, her little feet were already red. Although Zhao Ting was not pampered, she was a wealthy lady after all. I guess she had never suffered such a crime.

Ji Ying rubbed Zhao Ting's feet. After pressing them for more than ten minutes, Zhao Ting's expression softened slightly.

"Don't just look at it, rub the other one quickly." Ji Ying rolled his eyes at me and said.

I woke up from a dream. I also grabbed Zhao Ting's little feet and started to rub them. At this time, Ji Ying and I were like two masseurs. Zhao Ting, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked at me with a snicker for a while,

Actually fell asleep again.

For the entire afternoon that followed, Ji Ying and I nervously gave Zhao Ting unprofessional pedicures. Fortunately, Zhao Ting's condition became stable and her breathing gradually became even.

Ji Ying breathed a sigh of relief and carefully placed Zhao Ting's feet on the bed.

"Come out with me for a moment." Ji Ying rolled up the barrel with her hair and whispered into my ear.

I hesitated for a moment. But seeing the opportunity, Ji Ying felt confident and quietly followed her out of the ward.

Ji Ying smoothed his black hair and tiptoed on a chair in the corridor.

I rubbed Ji Ying's shoulders, and she pinched her forehead with both hands, as if she was very tired.

"You go back and rest. I will call you if something happens." I said softly.

Ji Ying forced a smile and said, "I know you have a lot of questions, so just ask if you want to know."

"Have you met Zhao Ting in private?" I asked tentatively.

Ji Ying nodded.

"I see that Zhao Ting's attitude towards you is very cold, even repulsive. Why?" I asked again.

Ji Ying leaned back and leaned on the back of the seat, "Because, because, Zhao Ting's mother's personal doctor is me."

I looked at her in disbelief, "You?"

Ji Ying waved her hand and told me. It turned out that after Huiwei Group was defeated by "Rest", the only Sun Island project was acquired by the Zhao family.

A fire broke out at the city gate, affecting the fish in the pond. The school where Ji Ying attended inevitably became the property of the Zhao family. In order to allow the more than 200 children to go to school and have a place to live, Ji Ying could only compromise and beg "Rest"

"For mercy, the price is herself.

And Zhao Li did not suffer. She gained a reputation by sponsoring Ji Ying's Hope Primary School. By the way, she also retained Ji Ying as a medical fairy. It can be said that she killed two birds with one stone. Both sides are willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Each gets what it needs.
Chapter completed!