I can support you.

An hour later, a black car slowly drove into Qin's residence.

Looking through the car window, the blue-gray tile eaves spread along the mountainside, and two white marble lions stood in front of the carved vermilion lacquer gate. Although the plaque "Qin Mansion" hanging on the lintel has gone through the years, it still exudes a heavy majesty.

In the courtyards along the way, precious Podocarpus trees are trimmed in a staggered manner, koi swim in the bluestone ponds, and even the stone slabs leading the way reveal the delicate and meticulous care - this is the heritage of Kyoto's top families. They do not pile up luxury like nouveau riche, but hide the exquisiteness engraved in their bones in every detail.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the main hall, Qin Jiajun, wearing a dark gray custom-made suit, hurried to greet it.

He stood tall and straight, with a calm expression on his face. When he saw Xue Pianpian get off the car, his slightly tense expression softened a little, and he nodded slightly:

"Mr. Xue, Miss Ning, thank you for your hard work."

There was no unnecessary small talk, and the tone was concise yet polite.

Xue Pianpian nodded in response, and followed Qin Jiajun into the main hall with Ning Youran and Chen Yu.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he felt dozens of eyes falling on him - more than ten people from the Qin family, young and old, men and women, had already been waiting in the hall, from the gray-haired elders to the young people in their early twenties, some sitting or standing, their eyes were mixed with expectation, curiosity, and hard-to-conceal scrutiny.

"This is Xue Pianpian, the mistress of Xue. Grandpa's health is in her care."

Qin Jiajun turned sideways to introduce himself. As soon as he finished speaking, a few subtle discussions were heard in the crowd. Several elders frowned subconsciously and looked at Xue Pianpian with a bit more doubt in their eyes.

After all, Xue Pianpian looks too young. The simple beige long dress makes her look fresh and clean. She looks like a girl who has just left school. It is hard to associate her with the "miracle doctor who brings people back to life".

Xue Pianpian didn't care about these looks at all and just stood there calmly.

She has long been accustomed to such doubts. Every time she practices medicine, she has never stopped being distrusted by her appearance, but every time, she can use her strength to break the prejudice.

Despite their doubts, everyone was concerned for Qin Jiajun's face - after all, he was the heir to the Qin Group and the future leader chosen by the old man - no one dared to say anything excessive, but just stood up and greeted politely. Although the atmosphere in the hall was not warm, it maintained superficial harmony.

After all, no matter how many conflicts of interest there are within the family on a daily basis, everyone has the same goal of "hoping that the old man is in good health."

Qin Jiajun led Xue Pianpian to the inner hall. Old Master Qin was half leaning on a mahogany recliner covered with silk cushions. His face was a sallow color from a long-term illness, and even his breathing was heavy and sluggish. His fingertips were so withered that the blue veins could be clearly seen.

Xue Pianpian walked to the recliner, gently lifted the old man's wrist, placed three fingers on his Cun, Guan, and Chi pulses, and felt the pulse beating with her fingertips.

At first, her expression was relatively calm, but after a moment, her brows furrowed slightly - the old man's pulse was deep, thready and weak, with occasional brief pauses, flickering like a candle in the wind, which was a sign of organ deficiency and exhaustion of Qi and blood.

She did not withdraw her hand immediately. Instead, she adjusted the strength of her fingertips, and distinguished the subtle changes hidden in the pulse more carefully. The touch of her fingertips gradually became clearer: there was a faint feeling of stagnation and stagnation in the liver pulse, which was not like ordinary poor blood circulation. It seemed that there was an evil poison entrenched, eroding the essence of the internal organs bit by bit.

After taking the pulse, Xue Pianpian did not rush to draw conclusions, but leaned over to carefully observe the old man's complexion.

She first turned over the old man's eyelids, and the whites of his eyes were faintly yellow. It was not the dullness caused by ordinary fatigue, but a sign of jaundice unique to liver disease; then she asked the servant to help the old man open his mouth and check his tongue coating - the tongue coating was thin white, but there was a barely noticeable gray-black at the root of the tongue, and there were some teeth marks on the edge, which was obviously a manifestation of long-term liver qi stagnation and weak spleen and stomach.

"Old man, have you been feeling a dull pain in your upper right abdomen lately, especially at night?"

Xue Pianpian asked softly, her eyes always fixed on the old man's face, watching for his reaction.

Qin Jiajun, who was watching on the side, nodded:

"Yes, Grandpa always complains of pain under his ribs, and the pain often keeps him awake at night."

Xue Pianpian asked again:

"What about your appetite? Do you have trouble eating and occasionally feel nauseous and weak?"

The old servant who took care of the old man also quickly responded:

"Yes! The old man's appetite is getting smaller and smaller. He can't even finish a bowl of porridge. He always says he has no energy and is too lazy to even get out of bed and walk around."

After listening to this, Xue Pianpian slowly stood up and her expression became a little more serious.

She had suspected that there was a serious liver disease when she took the pulse just now, and now, combined with the symptoms, she had already reached a conclusion in her mind.

She turned to look at Qin Jiajun, her tone calm but with unquestionable certainty:

"Mr. Qin, this isn't just a simple deficiency of Qi and blood. It's a liver poison that's deeply embedded in the internal organs. In layman's terms, it's liver cancer, and it's already in the late stages."

Qin Jiajun looked at the beautiful woman in front of him thoughtfully:

If he had some doubts about Xue Pianpian's medical skills before, he was now completely convinced. Her diagnosis was completely consistent with the results of the world's top medical experts through instrument testing, which showed that she was truly talented and knowledgeable.

"Mr. Xue, can you cure my grandfather's illness?"

Qin Jiajun's tone became more respectful.

"If it can be cured, how confident are you that he will fully recover?"

Xue Pianpian stood in the middle of the inner hall, her eyes sweeping across the tense faces of the Qin family members. Her voice was clear and firm, without a trace of hesitation:

“Don’t worry, everyone. Although the old man’s liver cancer has damaged his internal organs, it is not incurable.

Give me a month, and I can gradually shrink his lesions. Within three months, I guarantee he'll look his best and all his indicators will return to normal. I, Xue Pianpian, never say anything I'm not sure of. I'm 100% sure that the old man will recover."

Her tone was too firm, without any hesitation, as if "curing liver cancer", which seemed impossible to others, was just an ordinary matter to her.

As soon as the words fell, the inner hall suddenly became quiet, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Several elderly people exchanged glances with disbelief in their eyes - you know, the experts who came before only dared to say "try their best to control it", and no one dared to guarantee "one hundred percent recovery".

"Don't be afraid of getting your tongue stuck when you brag!"

A mocking voice suddenly broke the silence.

Qin Jiaming walked out of the crowd, his hands folded across his chest, his eyes full of disdain.

"Mr. Xue, right? I know you want to attract attention and make our Qin family look up to you.

But what is liver cancer? It's a terminal illness! Experts from so many top hospitals are helpless, and you, a little girl who hasn't even grown all your hair yet, are saying you're 100% recovered. Do you think we Qin family members are fools? Are we easy to fool?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and took a step forward and stared at Xue Pianpian:

Xue Pianpian looked at his excited expression, her face remained calm, she just said lightly:

"Whether I boasted or not, we'll know in a month.

As for responsibility, since I dare to guarantee it, I can naturally bear it.

If the old man's condition doesn't improve by then, the Qin family can contact me at any time. I will accept any price they ask me to pay."

She paused, then turned her gaze to Qin Jiajun, her tone calm but powerful:

"Mr. Qin, if you believe me, I will cure you. If you don't, you can send me away now. But I have to remind you that the old man doesn't have much time left and can't withstand repeated torture."

Qin Jiajun looked at Xue Pianpian's frank eyes, and remembered her concentration when she took his pulse just now, and the doubts in his heart gradually dissipated.

He took a step forward, standing between Qin Jiaming and Xue Pianpian, and said in a deep voice:

"Jia Ming, shut up! Director Xue is my guest, don't be rude!"

Then he turned to Xue Pianpian and said sincerely:

"Mr. Xue, I trust you! The entire Qin family will listen to your arrangements. As long as Grandpa can be cured, no matter what is needed, we will fully cooperate."

Qin Jiaming saw Qin Jiajun standing on Xue Pianpian's side, his face flushed, but he didn't dare to refute anymore. He could only stamp his feet angrily and retreat to the side, muttering softly:

"Just wait, if it can't be cured, you'll cry!"

Xue Pianpian ignored him and took the medicine box from Chen Yu, opened it and took out the silver needle, and said to Qin Jiajun in a calm tone:

"Let's start the acupuncture now. First, stabilize the old man's condition, and then slowly adjust it later."