From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

All eyes in the ward were on Lu Yunzhou.

"Sir, what makes you think there's still hope?"

The doctor on duty frowned.

"The pulse is still moving, but the blood and qi are so stagnant that the meridians are completely blocked, making it look like the person is gone."

Lu Yunzhou raised his hand, having already checked the internal energy of the body when he took the pulse earlier. "If this drags on any longer, the feigned death will turn into a real death."

Fengshan glared at him, his voice rising, "Kid, my mother's already like this. If you cause her any trouble and make her restless before she passes away, I'll never forgive you."

Feng He added with a stern face, "My mother worked hard her whole life, and in the end, she's being manipulated by some young upstart. We, as her sons, can't face that."

Lu Yunzhou didn't argue with them, but turned to look at Feng Qianyi.

Feng Qianyi's eyes were still red, but she had already made a judgment in her almond-shaped eyes.

She stood up, her voice still trembling, and enunciated each word clearly: "What do you want?"

"A set of silver needles."

"Are you studying Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

The attending physician looked him up and down, his face full of disbelief.

"Almost there, hurry up."

Without further hesitation, Feng Qianyi turned to the nurse and said, "Go get the silver needles, right away."

The nurse glanced at the attending physician, then at Feng Qianyi, and jogged out.

In less than two minutes, a packet of silver needles was handed to Lu Yunzhou.

He unpacked the package, and the meridian diagrams from the "Shennong Chapter" appeared in his mind one by one. He knew exactly which meridian was blocked, where it was blocked, and which acupoint to open it.

The first needle went in.

The second injection.

The third injection.

After inserting ten needles in one go, the silver needle tip trembled slightly, as if it had come to life.

"Beep...beep..."

The waveform on the electrocardiogram monitor, which had been flat, started jumping again.

The attending physician froze on the spot, his eyes fixed on the green line on the screen that was now rising and falling again, his mouth agape for a long time.

Fengshan and Fenghe looked at each other, speechless.

Feng Qianyi loosened her grip on her side, the marks left by her fingernails digging into her palms still visible.

Lu Yunzhou put away the needles and clapped his hands: "You've come back from the brink of death. Take care of yourself with Chinese medicine and don't overexert yourself. The old lady's health should be good for another seven or eight years."

The attending physician leaned over and checked the vital signs repeatedly, then breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, saying to Feng Qianyi, "President Feng, the old lady has indeed stabilized, and all her indicators are recovering."

"Um."

Feng Qianyi nodded.

She turned to Fengshan and Fenghe, her tone regaining its coldness: "Uncles, please go back first. Grandma needs to rest quietly. We can talk about anything else when she wakes up."

The two men looked grim, but they didn't linger any longer and left with a cold snort.

The doctor called Lu Yunzhou to the other end of the corridor for a brief chat, mainly to express his amazement at the acupuncture techniques and to ask for his advice.

Lu Yunzhou gave a few casual replies, then went to the smoking area to finish a cigarette before returning.

Feng Qianyi was already standing outside the ward door waiting.

"How is your grandma?"

He spoke.

"We're out of danger. Let's go find a place to eat."

The two drove to a secluded private restaurant and chose a private room at the back.

Once inside, Feng Qianyi casually took off her suit jacket and draped it over the back of a chair.

She wore a white shirt underneath, the fabric clinging to her figure, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone.

Lu Yunzhou glanced at it and then looked away.

The simpler a woman dresses, the more dangerous she becomes.

"Do you really think my grandma can hold on for another seven or eight years?"

Feng Qianyi spoke first, holding her teacup, her tone calm, but her eyes, fixed on him, clearly held a hint of doubt.

Lu Yunzhou nodded: "The old lady doesn't have any major problems. She worked too hard when she was young, which damaged her health. Over time, her meridians became more and more blocked, and her blood and qi supply was cut off, which is why she appeared to be in a state of suspended animation."

"To put it simply, in Traditional Chinese Medicine, if all the channels are blocked, once they are cleared, the person will come back to life. With proper care, ten years is not a problem."

"But I've never heard Su Qingwan mention that you also know medicine."

Feng Qianyi narrowed her almond-shaped eyes slightly.

Lu Yunzhou picked up his teacup, took a sip, and pondered for two seconds how to smooth things over.

You can't exactly say that your ancestral jade pendant exploded or that you suddenly have a medical book in your head.

That sounds like a made-up story; nobody will believe it.

He chuckled casually, "I'd also like to practice medicine openly and honestly, but the problem is, who believes in traditional Chinese medicine these days?"

"The moment it's mentioned, it's seen as a scam, superstition, and unscientific."

"I'm a 25-year-old, and when I tell people I can do acupuncture and cure diseases, they think I'm crazy. After a while, I just stopped telling people."

Feng Qianyi remained silent for a few seconds, holding her cup without moving.

That makes sense.

Nowadays, there are quite a few people who use the name of traditional Chinese medicine to swindle and deceive, while those who genuinely study it dare not speak out.

Besides, at his age, anyone would find it absurd to hear that.

She nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions.

Seizing the opportunity, Lu Yunzhou blurted out what he had been holding back all the way: "President Feng, I've helped you out today, so can you tell me the truth? Why do you insist on marrying me?"

"Also, Su Qingwan's company and yours are clearly competitors, so why would she recommend me to you?"

These questions had been weighing on his mind ever since he agreed to the marriage.

Feng Qianyi picked up her cup, took a sip of tea, and looked up at him with a cold gaze: "I acknowledge the favor you did for saving my grandmother, and I will repay you in another way. But these matters have nothing to do with you, so don't pry."

"Alright, I won't ask anymore."

Lu Yunzhou shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Seeing his decisiveness, Feng Qianyi gave him another look, her tone carrying a hint of warning.

"Lu Yunzhou, don't think you can take advantage of me just because you saved someone today. Do your job properly, play the husband role conscientiously, and stay out of everything else, understand?"

Lu Yunzhou took out a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lazily, "Don't worry, I have no feelings for you, I was just asking casually. I'll do whatever you ask, no trouble whatsoever."

"You don't need to be around me normally; we can each live our own lives. But when I call you, you must be there, and no excuses are allowed."

"Okay, no problem."

Lu Yunzhou readily agreed.

He's only in it for the money; nothing else matters to him.

Despite Feng Qianyi's captivating face, the thought of her past, shrouded in rumors, chills any remaining thoughts to the bone.

After a two-second pause, he finally spoke: "President Feng, there's something I'm hesitant to ask... I'm a bit short on funds, could you lend me some money?"

With the money from Su Qingwan's side temporarily unavailable and the renewal of Ye Churan's cemetery fees pressing on his mind, he was now wishing he could stretch every penny in half.

"How many?"

Feng Qianyi's tone was no different from discussing official business.

"...Could you give me 200,000 first?"

Lu Yunzhou rubbed his fingers together, speaking faster than usual, afraid the other person would think he was asking for too much.

Feng Qianyi took out her checkbook from her bag, made a few strokes with her pen, tore off a check, and pushed it in front of him.

"Five hundred thousand. This is the money you used to save my grandma today. If you take good care of her afterwards, you won't lose out."

Lu Yunzhou stared at the number on the check, stunned for two seconds, and stammered, "Five...five hundred thousand?"

A wave of regret washed over me; I should have tried offering five million.

Feng Qianyi had already stood up, picked up her suit jacket from the back of the chair and draped it over her arm, her voice still cold: "The food will be served soon, eat by yourself. I have things to do at the company, keep your phone on 24/7."

"Have a couple of bites before you go."

Lu Yunzhou said something subconsciously.

"Need not."

The high heels clicked crisply on the floor tiles as the figure darted out of the private room without turning back.

Lu Yunzhou sat alone in the empty private room, holding the check for 500,000 yuan in his hand, not moving it for a long time.

The evening breeze blew in through the window, making the lid of the teacup on the table rattle softly.