The village beauty and me!

Old Jin was taken aback at first, then blushed and stammered, "Don't misunderstand, we're just ordinary friends."

The woman glanced at him. "It was bound to happen sooner or later..."

Old Jin coughed twice and stopped. "Let me introduce you first. This is Yang Liping, the owner of this flower shop. This is my brother, Chen Huan, who is a very skilled doctor."

"My name is Fatty," Fatty introduced himself.

With her elegant demeanor, Yang Liping smiled and nodded to greet Chen Huan and the fat man. Despite being adorned with jewels, she had no airs whatsoever.

"What happened when you said you couldn't go downstairs? Did you realize that Boss Yang is sick?" Old Jin asked directly, getting straight to the point.

Chen Huan nodded, "Dizziness, hot flashes, chest tightness, and stabbing pain."

Several symptoms were described, and Yang Liping's expression changed slightly with each one she mentioned.

In the end, my doubts and surprise completely turned into admiration.

She quickly replied, "That's right, I have all of those symptoms."

"And now that you've reminded me, it seems like the situation will only get worse if I go downstairs and stay there for a while."

"What's going on?"

Chen Huan calmly replied, "I've been poisoned by flowers."

"Flower poison? How can flowers be poisonous?"

"All the flowers I have here are non-toxic, some even air-freighted from abroad. They are all very precious, and I've never heard of any of them being poisonous," Yang Liping said, expressing her skepticism.

"If my brother says it's poisonous, then it must be poisonous."

"Or I could invite him over. Hurry up and listen to me, go upstairs and stay there. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if you get a headache later." Kim Dae-sung said in a smug manner.

  

Unexpectedly, Yang Liping actually fell for it. She glanced at him and then obediently turned around and went upstairs.

"Damn, Lao Jin's got a knack for this," Chen Huan couldn't help but admire.

He naturally followed her upstairs, since he now understood that Lao Jin had asked him to come over because Yang Liping wasn't feeling well.

Moreover, her symptoms cannot be resolved with ordinary medicine.

No wonder Old Jin hesitated and wouldn't tell the truth earlier; he was actually embarrassed.

Chen Huan lifted her leg and started walking upstairs, but suddenly realized that the fat man hadn't followed.

As he turned his head, he asked, "Fatty, aren't you coming up?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the fat guy chatting and joking with the two female employees of the flower shop.

I don't know if I was telling some shameless joke that made the other person blush.

"That sleazy guy, he can't change his nature no matter where he goes." Chen Huan simply ignored him and went upstairs on his own.

The second floor is decorated much more luxuriously than the first floor.

There's an office area, a rest area, and even a separate bar.

Inside were various kinds of alcoholic beverages in different colors.

There are also fruits and the like.

Just as the fat man said, this flower shop wasn't opened to make money at all; it was for the sake of sentiment, or rather, enjoyment.

"Brother, I'm sorry to have troubled you this time."

"I knew you'd figure something out. Boss Yang has been feeling unwell since a couple of days ago."

"As a result, doctors from Jiangdong City were all invited, but they couldn't find anything wrong. We can only trouble you with this." Old Jin then gave a vague explanation of the situation.

Yang Liping frowned slightly. "Brother Jin, why do you always call me Boss Yang? Is my name that bad?"

Kim Dae-sung coughed twice. "That's not important. Let Chen Huan take a look at you first."

Yang Liping gracefully smoothed her long dress and slowly sat down, right opposite Chen Huan.

Then he stretched out his pale arm.

The jade bracelet on his wrist was clearly no ordinary item, demonstrating the considerable wealth and power of this Boss Yang.

I don't know what made her fall for Old Jin, the guy who runs an antique shop in town and sells fake goods.

Chen Huan waved his hand, "No need to take your pulse, your condition is all written on your face."

Yang Liping's eyes widened in surprise. "Is Mr. Chen really that amazing?"

Old Jin shook his head beside him, "What did I tell you before? My brother is the reincarnation of the legendary physician Bian Que."

"You can't go wrong by listening to him."

Yang Liping said "Oh," and then asked, "Does Mr. Chen have a treatment method?"

Chen Huan nodded, "The treatment isn't difficult. I'll give you a few acupuncture needles to eliminate the flower poison from your body."

Yang Liping was delighted upon hearing this, "Then please, Mr. Chen, do it as soon as possible. This problem has been bothering me for several days."

Without further ado, Chen Huan performed acupuncture on Yang Liping right in front of Lao Jin.

Several silver needles were inserted into the top of her head, and her internal energy was quietly channeled into Yang Liping's body.

Yang Liping felt a warm breath flow from the top of her head and then spread throughout her entire body.

The unique pleasure and comfort made her blush slightly.

She forced herself not to groan.

Close your eyes slightly and immerse yourself completely in this unique feeling.

Unfortunately, not long after, Chen Huan had already put away the silver needles and slowly said, "All done."

"So fast?" Kim Dae-sung remarked from the side.

Yang Liping stood up, touched her head, and then spun around twice. Her movements were light and graceful, showing no trace of her previous sickly, heavy-footed appearance.

"Really, my headache is gone and my chest tightness is gone."

"I feel like I've become several years younger. Mr. Chen's acupuncture skills are truly amazing."

"Even the so-called masters of traditional Chinese medicine can't compare to what you've done."

Overjoyed, Yang Liping spared no praise.

This made Chen Huan a little embarrassed.

He quickly replied modestly, "I don't have any other skills, I only know these few moves."

"Fortunately, Lao Jin called me in time, and Boss Yang's symptoms weren't too severe."

Yang Liping looked at Lao Jin with her beautiful eyes, her tenderness and affection evident.

Old Jin, meanwhile, was completely bewildered. "What's this flower poisoning all about?"

"Now that the person is cured, if the poison isn't eradicated, won't there still be danger in the future?"

Chen Huan chuckled and said, "You've thought of everything very thoroughly."

"That's right, the issue of the flower poison also needs to be addressed."

"Actually, it's just a matter of slightly changing the positions of the potted plants below."

"It would be best to move one of them away, and make sure the other floor is well-ventilated. That way, the problem can be solved."

Zhao Liping asked in confusion, "Mr. Chen knows about flowers, could you explain to me why the placement of flowers can cause poisoning?"

Chen Huan rubbed his nose. "Actually, flowers can also be considered medicinal materials. There are hundreds of properties associated with each flower."

"Like medicine, if combined properly, it can cure diseases and cultivate one's character. However, if combined incorrectly, it can, by chance, mix together to form toxins that are harmful to the human body."

"If you inhale it through your nose, it will make you sick over time."

Yang Liping nodded thoughtfully, "I really met a master today, it was truly an eye-opening experience."

"I'll have to thank you properly later."

Just as Chen Huan was about to speculate, Jin Dacheng raised a new question: "If you're talking about flower poisoning, why are those two young girls working with the flowers every day perfectly fine?"