The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot-Chapter 755 - 611 I’m going to hit you, do I need to pick a day? [1 more update]

Chapter 755: 611 I’m going to hit you, do I need to pick a day? [1 more update]

Upon hearing this, Steward Ling hesitated for a moment.

If it were the former Ying Zijin, such matters should not involve her.

But now, she is still the number one prodigy of the Ancient medical field, and even the Ling Family is reaching up to her.

"The young master was sparring with other guards at the Judicial Hall and got a bit hurt," Steward Ling still spoke up, "However, the head of the household and his wife have already invited an ancient physician, and it’s nothing serious."

"Looking at you, it’s not just a bit hurt," Ying Zijin said indifferently, "I’ll go have a look."

"Miss Ying!" Steward Ling panicked and raised his hand to stop her.

But in that instant, he felt his whole body go numb, unable to exert his Inner Strength.

By the time he regained his mobility, the girl had already gone from the hall into the inner room.

The Ling Family’s servants from Ling Zhonglou’s branch all recognized Ying Zijin, so naturally, they did not stop her.

Steward Ling hurriedly followed, not even having time to think about what had just happened.

Unlike other major clans of ancient martial artists and Ancient Medicine Families, the Ling Family’s house design tended towards modernization, with a simple and luxurious style that gave a comfortable feeling.

Inside Jiang Ran’s bedroom.

Ling Zhonglou, Jiang Huaping, and Ling Mianxi were all present.

The three of them sat by the bed, their expressions grave.

On the bed, Jiang Ran lay there, his head wrapped in several layers of gauze.

The bleeding had stopped, but the fierce crimson color was still visible.

"Head of the household, madam, I have already stabilized the young master’s injury," the ancient physician wiped the sweat from his brow and removed the Golden Needle, "but his head has suffered too great of an impact. Whether he can wake up is still unknown."

Jiang Huaping’s voice was very soft, and tears suddenly fell, "Unknown?"

"It all depends on his will to live," the physician was also troubled, "Madam, I am ashamed of my insufficient medical skills."

Ancient physicians only make up one percent of ancient martial artists, with the powerful ones being occupied by the Ancient Martial World’s major clans.

For a mid-sized clan like the Ling Family, having a group of resident ancient physicians was already quite good.

If they had an ancient physician from the Heavenly Medical Sect, they could easily revive Jiang Ran.

Jiang Huaping, such a strong person, dared to face the enemy alone even though she didn’t practice ancient martial arts.

Ying Zijin had seen Jiang Huaping so many times, and she was always smiling, even when injured.

But now, she was crying.

Ying Zijin stepped forward and asked again, "What happened?"

"I went to the Judicial Hall’s Guard Squad tonight to pick him up," Ling Mianxi slowly exhaled, "His Level Five guard friends told me they hadn’t seen him since lunch."

The Judicial Hall provided meals and lodging, as well as leave.

Each guard got one day off per week.

Tomorrow happened to be Jiang Ran’s day off, so she went to pick him up.

"I asked several until I finally found a supervisor who said he was practicing martial arts in the back mountain, then I went there to see," Ling Mianxi spoke softly, "he was lying on the ground, blood on his head already coagulated."

"I didn’t dare move him, fearing I would aggravate his injuries. I could only call for two ancient physicians from home to carry him back," she added.

Just by listening, Ying Zijin knew how serious Jiang Ran’s injuries were.

Her hand paused for a moment, then she rolled up her sleeves and sat down, "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, let me examine him."

Jiang Huaping finally realized there was another person in the room and looked up sharply in astonishment, "Zijin, you—"

And upon hearing this, the physician beside them jumped up, "Miss Ying? Are you Miss Ying?!"

What had he done to deserve seeing the number one prodigy of the Ancient medical field here?

After disinfecting her hands with alcohol, Ying Zijin asked, "Needles."

The ancient physician quickly handed over a box of new Golden Needles and silver needles.

He watched intently as the girl inserted one Golden Needle after another, trying to discern the acupuncture points.

But in the end, her speed was so fast that the physician became dizzy and disoriented.

Yet, the acupuncture technique made the physician recall the records in the books.

He exclaimed in awe, "Miss Ying, are you using the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles?"

The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, the secret skill of the Heavenly Medical Sect.

"Mm," Ying Zijin replied indifferently, "Haven’t used it for a long time, not very familiar."

After she finished applying the needles, she took out two pills and had Ling Zhonglou feed them to Jiang Ran.

Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin removed the needles.

A few minutes afterward, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.

Reencountering light, he felt a sense of unreality.

Jiang Ran looked at Ling Zhonglou, then at Ying Zijin, and said in confusion, "I have two dads?"

Ling Mianxi let out a sigh of relief.

If he could joke, it meant his mind was alright.