Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

After a night's rest, Zhong Heming's mental state has obviously improved a lot.

Ji Nuan was accustomed to the expectant looks from patients and their families. She slowly withdrew her pulse-taking hand and, without beating around the bush, looked at Zhong Heming and said, "Your asthma is caused by airway damage from falling into the water as a child. But don't worry, I can treat it."

Zhong Heming's tense face finally relaxed after hearing these words, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Master Zhong also loosened his clenched hands and said, "Girl, just tell me what herbs you need, and I will do my best to find them."

He thought that the medicinal materials needed to treat this disease that had been incurable for nearly ten years must be extraordinary.

However, Ji Nuan smiled and shook her head. "Actually, you don't need any rare herbs. Just take the five pills I gave you yesterday, one a day, on time. Combine that with two acupuncture treatments from me, and you'll be well again."

Those five pills were exactly what Ji Nuan had prepared specifically for Zhong Heming. As for the acupuncture, it was merely a cover-up for her to use her supernatural powers to repair the damaged airway.

"Is it really that simple?" Master Zhong's face was filled with suspicion. He almost said Ji Nuan was kidding him, otherwise wouldn't the doctors they had been looking for over the years be mediocre?

"This isn't something anyone can do. I use a unique acupuncture technique, so even if someone learns it, they might not be able to achieve the desired effect."

As Ji Nuan spoke, she walked gracefully to the table and opened her needle bag. She raised her head and said naturally, "Heming, return your shirt."

Zhong Heming has suffered from asthma for ten years and has received countless acupuncture treatments, but this is the first time he has been asked to receive acupuncture by a female doctor.

"This..." Zhong Heming tugged at his clothes, his cheeks instantly flushed with shyness, like a chaste man who vowed to defend his innocence to the death.

"Tsk..." Ji Nuan couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "In the eyes of doctors, there's no difference between men and women. Your father is here too, what can I do to you? If you really don't want to take it off, then turn your back to me."

You know, she could accurately hit the acupuncture points even in the middle of the night, so flying a silver needle was a piece of cake. Every time she asked someone to take off their clothes during acupuncture, it was just to make the whole process look more professional and win the patient's trust.

Zhong Heming secretly breathed a sigh of relief and then obediently turned around. As soon as he sat down, he saw a silver needle shot like an arrow, accurately piercing the acupuncture points on his back.

Master Zhong's face suddenly changed, and before he could speak out to stop it, the silver needle had already been firmly inserted into Zhong Heming's acupuncture point.

He stared at his son's expression nervously, fearing any sign of discomfort. After a moment, he realized that Zhong Heming's face was normal, and only then did he calm down his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat.

"Young man, you better be calm. You almost scared my old bones to death." Master Zhong muttered to himself with lingering fear.

A quarter of an hour passed in a flash. Each time Ji Nuan removed a silver needle, she used a bit of her supernatural power to repair it. By the time all the needles were withdrawn, Zhong Heming was already almost fully recovered.

"Feel it, how is it now?" Ji Nuan asked softly.

Master Zhong also looked at his son expectantly.

Zhong Heming took a deep breath, his face filled with unprecedented ease and joy. "I've never felt so happy before. I feel much more relaxed."

"Really? Heming, do you really feel better?" Master Zhong confirmed again with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhong Heming nodded heavily, "Dad, it's true. Miss Ji's medical skills are really as good as my senior brother said."

After hearing this, Master Zhong was so happy that he couldn't express it in words. He quickly turned around and clasped his fists towards Ji Nuan, intending to perform a big bow to express his gratitude.

Ji Nuan smiled and held his arm to stop him from moving. "Save your thanks for now. It's not too late to say it when you're fully recovered."

Afterwards, she told Zhong Heming, "Remember to take the rest of the medicine, and then come back for another acupuncture."

Zhong Heming responded obediently: "Yes, I remember it."

Ji Nuan had to go to the provincial capital because Manager Zhou sent someone to deliver a message, telling her that the movable type printing matters she had assigned were ready and inviting her to go and check if there were any problems that needed improvement.

After leaving Zhong Heming, Ji Nuan went straight to the bookstore in the city.

Shopkeeper Zhou, a veteran of the bookstore business, had already prepared everything he needed, following Ji Nuan's instructions. Upon seeing Ji Nuan arrive, he immediately invited her forward and demonstrated the entire process of movable type printing.

Ji Nuan carefully picked up a piece of freshly printed paper and nodded with satisfaction, "The ink is evenly distributed and the font is clear. Very good."

Seeing the finished product and receiving praise from the boss, Shopkeeper Zhou's beard trembled with joy. "Hahaha, this is all thanks to the good method given by the boss. The engraving and printing plates are all done by our experienced craftsmen, so the results are naturally even better."

If employees are motivated, the boss must also give them affirmation.

Ji Nuan said loudly, "Of course, this wasn't just the work of these few people. It was also thanks to the help of the other guys and the strict supervision of Manager Zhou. It was only with everyone working together that we were able to complete this task quickly and efficiently. Everyone has worked hard these past few days. At the end of the month, everyone will receive an extra three months' salary as a reward!"

As soon as these words came out, the shop assistants and craftsmen in the bookstore cheered and said, "Thank you, boss!"

Ji Nuan pulled out a collection of folk ghost stories she had copied and handed it to Shopkeeper Zhou. "Shopkeeper Zhou, take a look at this. Is it suitable for printing and selling?"

Shopkeeper Zhou took the book and flipped through a few pages. He was initially intrigued, but then he was captivated by the fascinating story and couldn't put it down. "Yes, yes! There are very few books like this on the market. If we print it, it will definitely be a big seller."

"Since you think it will sell well, arrange for printing as soon as possible. After printing, send a copy to Fusheng Tower first and ask the storyteller to select a few wonderful stories to tell first." Ji Nuan reminded.

She seemed to be able to imagine the scene when the storyteller in Fusheng Building told these ghost stories vividly, and the audience screamed and couldn't stop listening.

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange for them to start printing as soon as possible, and try to present these wonderful stories to everyone as soon as possible." Manager Zhou agreed with a smile on his face.

It was at this moment that he truly realized the significance of his new employer. He not only admired Yu Ji Nuan's generosity, but also her keen business acumen and unique vision.