Chapter 45: 043 Daddy Ying is truly an all-around boss

The department head of internal medicine certainly knew about Golden Needle Crossing Points.

Golden Needle Crossing Points is not considered traditional Chinese medicine, it’s Ancient Medicine.

The practitioner infuses their Inner Strength into the golden needles and penetrates the patient’s acupoints, a method of needle insertion in Ancient Medicine.

However, only the bodies of ancient martial artists possess Inner Strength, hence those who know Ancient Medicine must necessarily be practitioners of ancient martial arts.

Yet ordinary people have no idea about the existence of the Ancient medical field and the Ancient Martial World.

“Don’t think that after reading a few books you can come out and show off,” scoffed the head of internal medicine, “Fine, even if Golden Needle Crossing Points does exist, do you know how to do it?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a flash of gold passed before his eyes.

It was a long case filled with golden needles of various sizes.

Ying Zijin picked up a golden needle and began to sterilize it with alcohol.

“There really are golden needles?” The internal medicine head was startled, then sneered, “Good, then you treat.”

The attending physician was shocked, “Director, how can this be allowed?”

If they were helpless, what could a young girl do?

“Let her treat,” the head of internal medicine said dismissively, “If she cures him, I’ll resign on the spot.”

After all, the patient was beyond help; he could use this opportunity to get rid of this so-called expert.

If she ended up killing the patient, he wouldn’t be the one held accountable.

The other doctors couldn’t say much and could only stand aside.

They watched as the girl took a golden needle and pierced it directly into the patient’s Shenting point on the head, their hearts skipping a beat.

This couldn’t really be murder, could it?

Ying Zijin’s expression was unchanging as she calmly raised her hand; this time she pierced three golden needles in at once.

Her hands moved so fast that outsiders couldn’t see how she inserted the needles.

Only after seven golden needles had been inserted into the patient did Ying Zijin take a step back.

And visibly, the seven golden needles were trembling slightly!

The doctors and nurses couldn’t help but widen their eyes.

The head of internal medicine still watched with a cold eye.

After thirty seconds, the golden needles stopped vibrating.

Ying Zijin removed the golden needles and after sterilizing them, she put them back into the long case, “It’s done.”

“This is called cured?” the head of internal medicine pointed at the patient on the bed whose breathing was still more out than in and sneered, “Speaking such nonsense! Have you called the family?”

The nurse stuttered, “C-called.”

“I’m going to the director’s office for a while,” the head of internal medicine glanced at his watch, “You guys stay here—”

He hadn’t finished speaking.

“Beep beep beep!”

Out of the blue, the ECG machine started beeping.

The nurse shouted with joy, “A heartbeat, the patient has a heartbeat!”

The head of internal medicine’s steps halted, and he turned back sharply.

Seeing the electrocardiogram, which had nearly flattened, now undulating, he was incredulous.

Before he could recover, he heard the patient’s pained coughing.

Awake!

Suddenly, the doctors looked at the girl with different eyes.

So young, yet her medical skills are so high?

The head of internal medicine’s face turned beet red.

Was he really cured?

Didn’t that mean he had just made a fool of himself with his words?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ying Zijin lifted her eyes, “You don’t need to resign.”

The redness on the internal medicine head’s face faded slightly, his scorn clear, “Joke, do you think I’d really resign?”

He was a central strength of Shao Ren Hospital; without him, what would become of it?

Ying Zijin looked at him dispassionately, “You’ve been fired.”

“Fired me?” The head of internal medicine laughed, “You’re just a nominal expert. I should be firing you instead, do you think you are the hospital…”

Before he could finish speaking, a hurried voice interrupted.

“Miss Ying, I’m so sorry, I’m late because there was something at home. Please don’t mind it.”

Seeing the person who briskly walked over, the chief of internal medicine choked in surprise, “The Dean?!”

The Dean ignored him, wiped off the sweat, and bowed to the girl, “Miss Ying, it’s really too much trouble for you, having to clean up this mess as soon as you arrive.”

The chief of internal medicine’s mind buzzed, “…”

“It’s nothing.” Ying Zijin handed her phone to the Dean, “The people on this list, take care of them.”

The Dean looked at the information on the phone, his face turning pale, “Okay, you’ve worked hard. Can you send me a copy of this?”

Ying Zijin nodded, took back her phone, and walked out.

The chief of internal medicine was still in shock, his ears ringing.

“This doesn’t concern you all, don’t just stand there.” The Dean waved his hand at the doctors and nurses, “Go see to the patients.”

The ward became busy again.

Only then did the chief of internal medicine open his mouth, he chuckled, “Dean, tell me if this is funny or not. She actually said she was going to fire me, doesn’t she know who I…”

“Clang!”

A phone was slapped onto his face.

The Dean roared, “Look at the mess you’ve made!”

The chief of internal medicine hurriedly grabbed the phone, and his eyes widened with rapid breathing, “Dean, I’m not…”

On the screen was a series of bank transactions, the smallest being a hundred thousand, and the largest being a million.

This was a record of bribery and corruption.

“You dare to embezzle public funds?” the Dean sneered, cutting him off, “Five million, that’s enough for a lawsuit. Wait for the court summons!”

After finishing his words, he left the ward without looking back.

The chief of internal medicine collapsed to the ground with a “thump,” his face pale and sweating profusely.

It was over, he was completely finished.

**

Verdant High School.

Second year, class 19.

Today’s third period was biology class, but five minutes past the bell, the teacher still hadn’t arrived.

Jiang Ran kicked the stool of the henchman beside him, his voice tinged with impatience, “Go check what’s going on.”

The henchman responded and quickly left.

Three minutes later, the henchman returned, looking indignant.

“What is it?” Xiu Yu, who was plucking his eyebrows, lifted his head, “Did Old Witch Bai get hospitalized?”

“No.” The henchman glanced at the girl sitting next to Xiu Yu and hesitated, “Old Witch Bai said, as long as Daddy Ying is in our class, don’t expect her to come back to teach.”

“…”

The whole class fell silent for a moment.

Ying Zijin raised an eyebrow, “Old Witch Bai?”

“It’s our biology teacher,” Xiu Yu clicked his tongue, “She often scolds people, so we call her that. But Daddy Ying, how did you offend her?”

Ying Zijin flipped through a book, “I haven’t heard about it.”

Xiu Yu stroked his chin, “That’s strange then, what does she have against you?”

“If she’s not coming to teach, then let her roll out,” Jiang Ran sneered, “Does she really think anyone wants to listen to her class?”

She even threatened us?

What a joke.

“But, but…” the henchman was troubled, “Brother Ran, there are students in our class who actually do want to learn.”

Some students from poor families with ordinary grades had been crammed into their class.

They couldn’t squander their future like the rich kids.

Jiang Ran paused, squeezing the water bottle tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Hearing this, a few classmates in the front shook their hands dismissively, all very amiably, “We can ask the adjacent class to borrow notes.”

“How is that acceptable?” Jiang Ran frowned, he kicked the desk and walked out of the classroom with a cold face, “I’m going to see the principal.”

“No need to go.” Ying Zijin tossed the empty soda can into the trash bin and took out a biology textbook from her drawer, “It’s just biology, I’ll teach you.”