From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou walked a few steps to the bedside.

Deputy Director Chen of the Provincial Department lay on it, his lips tinged with a bluish-purple, and the rise and fall of his chest becoming increasingly shallow.

The waveform on the electrocardiogram monitor was still jumping, but the intervals had lengthened, as if it might be stretched into a straight line at any moment.

He reached out and grabbed the other person's wrist, placing three fingers on the Cun Guan Chi point.

The pulse was deep, weak, and almost imperceptible.

Lu Yunzhou frowned, then switched to his other hand and touched it for a few more seconds.

The pulse in the left cun position was almost imperceptible, and the flow of Qi and blood in the pericardium meridian was nearly interrupted, with a large amount of stagnation trapped in the chest cavity.

"Silver needles."

He turned his head and shouted towards the door.

The door was pushed open a crack from the outside, and Luo Qingyi poked half her body in: "What's going on?"

"The heart is depleted, and there is a large area of ​​blood stasis compressing the chest cavity."

Lu Yunzhou was already unbuttoning the patient's clothes, his voice brief, "Give me the needle, the sooner the better."

Luo Qingyi turned and left.

The voices of those old experts in the corridor came out again.

"Dean! What is he trying to do? Would he dare to make a move without video evidence?"

The director, wearing reading glasses, blocked the doorway.

The bald-headed expert chimed in, "Dean Luo, this guy probably doesn't even have a medical license! If someone dies, the entire hospital will be dragged down with him!"

"Either you need help, or get lost."

Luo Qingyi's voice rang out crisply and decisively.

"Luo Qingyi! You've gone mad!"

The old man with reading glasses blushed crimson, his voice rising, "Let me make this clear: I will not take any responsibility for any mishaps that occur in this matter!"

After saying that, he turned around, stomped his leather shoes loudly in the corridor, and left.

The remaining few looked at each other, their lips moving, but in the end, none of them dared to utter a sound.

The silver needles were brought in by a nurse who jogged in.

Luo Qingyi personally handed the needle case to Lu Yunzhou, stood a step away without moving, and watched his movements.

Lu Yunzhou unfolded his needle case, took out the first silver needle, used his left hand to locate the Tanzhong acupoint, and inserted the needle with his right hand.

The needle fell at an alarming speed.

One, two, three.

With a twist of the fingertips, the silver needles were inserted one by one along the meridians, to varying depths, each one firmly and accurately biting the acupoints.

Luo Qingyi watched from the side, her breath tightening in her throat.

In all her years of medical practice, she has seen many experts in orthopedics and surgery, but this kind of acupuncture technique was something she had never seen before.

The speed wasn't the most outrageous part; what was outrageous was the angle and depth of each needle insertion, as if the entire human body's meridians were stored in the brain, allowing one to insert the needle even with their eyes closed.

In about ten seconds, all twelve silver needles were back in place.

Lu Yunzhou withdrew his hand and flexed his fingers.

Then he bent down, pried open the patient's mouth with his left hand, and placed his right palm on the patient's chest.

A surge of true energy flowed from the dantian, down the arm, and into the base of the palm.

It was taken.

"puff--"

A large clump of dark purple blood gushed from the old man's throat, thick and foul-smelling, and stood out starkly against the white sheets.

Immediately afterwards, as if a blocked river channel had been blasted open, the patient's chest heaved violently, and then his breathing became deeper and steady.

The chaotic waveforms on the electrocardiogram monitor began to converge, and the spacing became more uniform.

The ashen face regained its color at a visible speed.

The senior experts who were peering through the glass window outside the emergency room were all stunned.

Lu Yunzhou pulled out the silver needles one by one, then put them back into the needle case and rolled them up.

"The hidden injury I sustained when I was young has been accumulating in my pericardium for many years, and Western medical instruments can't detect it."

He straightened up, took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped his hands, speaking in a tone similar to that of a casual conversation.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the several pale faces outside the glass window, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Without saying a word, the person walked out the door.

He didn't stop walking as he passed by those veteran experts.

The only sounds in the air were the regular beeping of the electrocardiogram monitor and the swallowing sounds of several old men.

Luo Qingyi followed him out, walked to his side, and let out a long breath.

"Let's go back to the ward."

The two walked back down the corridor, neither of them mentioning what had just happened again.

Back in the ward, Lu Yunzhou closed the door and sprawled out on the bed.

The consumption of internal energy was not great, but after being tense for so long, I felt lazy when I relaxed.

About half an hour later, there was a knock on the door three times.

Luo Qingyi pushed open the door and came in, holding a CT scan in her hand. Her expression was quite interesting—her lips were pursed, but her eyes were full of barely suppressed laughter.

"The results are in."

She put the film on the bedside table.

Lu Yunzhou turned his head to look at her: "Which one?"

"The woman this afternoon had a small hemorrhage in her left basal ganglia, but it was definitely a brain hemorrhage."

Luo Qingyi crossed her arms and said, "I told you exactly what I said."

Lu Yunzhou stared at the ceiling, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"Then... Sister Qingyi."

He propped himself up on his arms and sat up, his eyes gleaming with a roguish air.

Luo Qingyi took half a step back: "Don't come any closer."

"The bet's already been placed, surely the director of the Municipal Hospital won't renege on the debt?"

Lu Yunzhou had already gotten out of bed and walked towards her.

Luo Qingyi's back was pressed against the wall of the ward, with nowhere left to retreat.

She glared at him, her ears turning bright red.

"Lu Yunzhou, please don't..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

He put one arm around her waist and the other hand around the back of her head, then lowered his head and pressed down on her.

Luo Qingyi's body tensed up.

Her hand was pressed against his chest, clutching the fabric of his hospital gown; she neither pushed him away nor pulled him closer.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the overlapping shadows of the two people.

The cardiac monitor had been turned off long ago, and the ward was so quiet that only the disordered breathing of the two people could be heard.

After a long while, Lu Yunzhou released her and took a half step back.

Luo Qingyi's eyelashes were still trembling, her cheeks were burning red, and her fingers were gripping the hem of her white coat. She didn't look up for a long time.

"you……"

Her voice was weak, and she bit her lip, "Wait for me after you're discharged from the hospital."

Lu Yunzhou laughed, a carefree laugh.

"What are you waiting for?"

Luo Qingyi slapped the CT scan in her hand onto his chest, turned around, opened the door, and left, her high heels clicking on the ground in a hurried and chaotic rhythm.

She took five or six steps, then paused.

Without turning around, her voice drifted from the distance down the corridor, carrying a hint of anger and embarrassment: "You're coming back for a check-up tomorrow. If you dare run away, I'll have the nurses tie you to the bed."

The footsteps at the door disappeared.

Lu Yunzhou sat back on the edge of the bed, flipped the CT scan over and glanced at it, then casually stuffed it into the bedside table.

My phone vibrated under my pillow.

He took it out, and a message from Su Qingwan popped up on the screen: Come over tonight, something's up.

Lu Yunzhou shoved his phone under his pillow, leaned the back of his head against the wall, and the smile on his lips hadn't completely faded.

The sky outside the window darkened, and the sound of nurses pushing trolleys passing by echoed down the corridor.

He closed his eyes, the echo of Luo Qingyi's words still lingering in his ears.

My phone vibrated again.

This time it was Mu Qingying's voice message. Clicking on it, a soft, gentle voice said, "When are you finally going to treat me to ice cream? If you keep delaying, I'm going to raise the price."

Lu Yunzhou smiled and typed three words in reply.

Please come tomorrow.