Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 42 - 43 Jiang Haijing’s Shock!
Jiang Haijing didn’t take Qin Long seriously in the slightest, though she certainly wouldn’t voice that thought aloud.
"Madame Jiang, you have to tell him this time!" Zhao Ruoying urged with the utmost seriousness. "Otherwise, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life!"
"It’s just... really not convenient to talk about my condition." Jiang Haijing’s expression soured as she waved her hand in refusal.
"It’s just an old chest wound that caused an imbalance in your qi and blood, preventing you from getting pregnant," Qin Long suddenly interjected from the side, his tone cold. "What’s so difficult to talk about?"
BOOM!
Jiang Haijing’s eyes flew wide open. The other wealthy women in the room immediately whipped their heads around to look at him. All they saw was Qin Long, casually browsing the menu on a tablet.
This young man is unbelievably audacious!
"Young man, could you please repeat that?" Jiang Haijing asked slowly, her voice laced with disbelief.
"A cold pathogen has invaded your body, resulting in an overabundance of yin energy," Qin Long stated flatly, not even bothering to look at her.
"This—!"
SWOOSH. Jiang Haijing shot to her feet. Qin Long’s words were an exact summary of the conclusions reached by countless experts over many years.
But how could he possibly know? Other than my closest family, not even my best friends know the details. He never took my pulse or looked at any of my past medical records. From beginning to end, he hasn’t even spared me a single glance. Could it be... the legendary technique of ’listening’ to the pulse that the experts spoke of?
In that instant, Jiang Haijing realized just how extraordinary Qin Long was.
"Young Master Qin, you must help me!" she cried out, lunging forward and grabbing his arm.
The other women were stunned to see Madame Jiang acting this way. It seems Qin Long correctly identified the root of her illness. But how on earth did he do it?
In the next second, they all stared at Qin Long with a mixture of shock and awe. A moment ago, they couldn’t have cared less about him. Now, they were all desperate to get on his good side.
But Qin Long merely continued to gaze at the tablet, ignoring Jiang Haijing completely.
"Someone!" Jiang Haijing shouted toward the door. "Bring one of every dish that Young Master Qin looked at on this tablet!"
She turned back to him, shaking his arm gently with a look of intimacy in her beautiful eyes. "Young Master Qin, please, eat to your heart’s content. So... can you help me now?"
She didn’t care about appearances. If Qin Long could cure her, she could finally become a mother. She and her husband had poured an immense amount of effort into trying to have a child. Now that a glimmer of hope had finally appeared, how could she possibly let it go?
"I’m already full," Qin Long said slowly, setting the tablet down.
"I... I..." At a loss for words, the ever-astute Jiang Haijing immediately shouted to the manager, "Manager, bring your signature dishes! And dessert and tea for after the meal!"
She looked at Qin Long, her expression once again a mask of desperation. Just a moment ago, she hadn’t given him a second thought, even with Zhao Ruoying’s high recommendation. But now, she saw him as a master physician. When someone trapped in darkness sees a flicker of light, they will grasp at it with frantic desperation.
"Young Master Qin, I’m begging you, please help me?" As she spoke, Jiang Haijing leaned closer, exposing her fair wrist and resting it near him, hoping he would take her pulse. After all, she had seen countless specialists and practitioners of traditional medicine.
But Qin Long didn’t move.
"For a minor ailment like this, there’s no need for me to lay a hand on you," he said indifferently, waving his hand to stop her.
Hearing this, all the other women crowded around, their faces alight with curiosity. These were not ordinary women; they came from families of immense wealth and status. But with age, their vitality was inevitably declining, especially now that they were in their middle years. Even Zhao Ruoying was growing excited. If Qin Long could help rejuvenate them, they would surely remember the favor she did them today.
"Young Master Qin, what should I do?" Jiang Haijing asked, sitting primly beside him once more.
Qin Long finally glanced at her. As a former Heavenly Dragon, a War Dragon of his generation who had looked down upon the entire world, why would he casually treat just anyone? Unless one was a true hero of their domain, they were beneath his notice.
"Young Master Qin, Madame Jiang has been my friend for many years. I hope you’ll help her," Zhao Ruoying said respectfully, giving him an earnest look.
Qin Long understood her unspoken message. Jiang Haijing was, after all, a ranking official in the Jiangzhong government. Forging a connection with her would undoubtedly be very convenient.
Zhao Ruoying has been paving the way for me. I was once the king of the million-strong Heavenly Dragon Army; a minor figure like Jiang Haijing was beneath my notice. But that was the past. Now, a fallen Phoenix is worse off than a chicken. Helping her will definitely benefit me.
"Come and sit across from me," Qin Long said softly after a moment’s thought.
"Right away!" Jiang Haijing immediately pulled up a stool and sat opposite him.
Qin Long closed his eyes to focus, his ears keenly "listening" to her pulse. After a moment, he retrieved a single Golden Needle from within his clothes.
"Young Master Qin, is that for acupuncture?" Jiang Haijing asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I’ve tried that so many times, but it never..."
"That was them. This is me."
With a single wave of his hand, four Golden Needles appeared between his fingers. "Ms. Zhao, help her remove her top."
"Ah! This..." Zhao Ruoying hesitated, blushing slightly.
Jiang Haijing’s face turned beet red, but she complied. Indeed, she had an excellent figure, with fair skin and an impressive bust.
But Qin Long paid it no mind, expertly inserting the four Golden Needles into four major meridians.
WHOOSH!
Jiang Haijing felt not even a whisper of pain. Acupuncture required an extremely high level of skill, demanding not just strength but incredible precision. The art was incredibly nuanced; everything had to be just right. This was why the results varied so dramatically between practitioners.
Qin Long then took out five more Golden Needles and continued the procedure.
The room fell deathly silent. Everyone watched, mesmerized, as Qin Long worked.
"The Guanyuan acupoint, for yang energy to enter the body," Qin Long murmured as he waved his hand again, flicking all the needles into place with flawless accuracy.
SWISH!
The nine Golden Needles began to tremble in unison. The sight left everyone utterly astounded.
Initially, Jiang Haijing had been skeptical. But then she felt a warm current flowing from the needles into her lower abdomen, and an incredible sense of comfort washed over her body. As the needles vibrated, a steady stream of warmth gathered there. The feeling was so profoundly pleasant that she almost couldn’t stop herself from crying out in relief.
Qin Long moved behind Jiang Haijing and struck her back with his palm.
Suddenly, she coughed up a mouthful of black blood. The old wound on her chest began to heal at a visible rate, vanishing completely in a matter of seconds.
About three minutes later, Qin Long retrieved all the Golden Needles with another wave of his hand. The wealthy women watching were left dumbstruck.
"It’s done," Qin Long announced calmly.
Jiang Haijing finally snapped out of her trance, her beautiful eyes filled with reverence. She had undergone acupuncture with silver needles countless times but never with Golden Needles. This time, in just three minutes, Qin Long had completely eradicated her old ailment.
"Madame Jiang, you look younger!" one of the women shrieked.
"Really?"
Jiang Haijing scrambled for a mirror. When she saw her reflection, she gasped. She looked more than ten years younger. Moreover, her body felt incredibly well. The chest tightness, shortness of breath, and constant lethargy that had plagued her were completely gone.
