On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

He Ping belatedly realized that the person the leader was pointing at was actually him!

He was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Boss, weren't we supposed to be arresting that wild girl inside?"

The leader's sharp eyes suddenly turned fierce, and the glint in them was so menacing that it sent chills down one's spine.

"You know better than anyone who is using the guise of traditional Chinese medicine to swindle and murder, ruining the reputation of the underground city!"

It was as if a boulder had struck He Ping's heart, and he choked on his breath.

The leader's words clearly indicated that he suspected him.

She hurriedly retorted, "Boss, are you getting senile? I am your only disciple, how can you believe that wild girl instead of me!"

"Yes, I am indeed getting senile," the leader sighed, then his tone became increasingly sharp.

"Otherwise, how could I have taken a lowlife like you as my disciple? This would be a stain on my reputation for life!"

He Ping's heart skipped a beat.

The leader's gaze was like a cold sword, its sharp edge illuminating all the schemes and plots in his heart, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Master, you know how good my medical skills are." He Ping suppressed his panic, his tone defiant. "It was clearly that wild girl who spouted nonsense and gave haphazard diagnoses, insisting that your lady had a poisonous insect curse. She was the one who tried to kill you for money, not me!"

No sooner had He Ping finished speaking than the noble lady suddenly cried out in pain, bowed her head, and vomited a mouthful of black blood.

"Ah! There's a worm in the blood!" the butler exclaimed in horror, staring in disbelief at the small, red worm the size of a mung bean that the noble lady had vomited.

"It's a poisonous insect Gu!" The doctors were shocked. Even though they were already outside the door, they instinctively retreated frantically, afraid of getting their hands on this filthy thing.

Amidst the panic, Yu Jinzhao remained calm as he squatted down, swiftly using a silver needle to pick up the poisonous insect Gu and toss it directly into the furnace used for refining medicine behind him.

Then, Yu Jinzhao turned around, removed the silver needle from the noble lady's head, and said calmly, "The poisonous insect Gu has been forced out, and the lady is fine now."

"My chest feels better, and my head doesn't hurt anymore!" The noblewoman opened her eyes, and the moment she vomited black blood, she felt completely refreshed.

Her eyes were filled with surprise and she was too excited to speak. Her ashen face gradually became rosy and radiant, as if a withered plant had been infused with the essence of heaven and earth and had regained its vitality.

Seeing this, everyone understood.

Yu Jinzhao's diagnosis was correct; the noble lady was indeed suffering from a poisonous insect called Gu!

He Ping is the one who's making haphazard diagnoses!

Yu Jinzhao's use of the Ghost Plum Blossom Needle technique had already stunned them, and now she has proven her diagnosis with her skills... At such a young age, she has such superb medical skills. Is she just blessed by God?

"My goodness, it really did take half an hour to cure her! Who is this young lady's teacher? She's truly remarkable and will surely amount to something great in the future!"

"What little girl? She should be called a little miracle doctor! Even I, with one foot in the grave, can't compare to her. I admire her, I admire her so much!"

"You really can't judge a book by its cover. I thought the little miracle doctor was a fraud, but it turns out the real fraudster is Doctor He. I respected him so much."

As everyone spoke, they glared angrily at He Ping. The contempt they had shown for Yu Jinzhao before was now being a hundred or a thousand times greater, directed at He Ping.

The insults felt like loud slaps to He Ping's face, which stung instantly.

How could this be?

He was a renowned and sagacious physician, yet he was defeated by a mere teenage girl!

He Ping felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his mind buzzing. He couldn't accept that his medical skills had been surpassed by a wild girl.

Clear sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on Yu Jinzhao.

She was calmly wiping her hands with a damp cloth, seemingly oblivious to the praise around her, or rather, completely indifferent.

If it were someone else, going from being criticized and scorned at first to proving them wrong with their abilities, they would surely feel triumphant and proud.

Yet she remained humble and composed, unperturbed by praise or criticism, displaying the demeanor of a distinguished family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

The leader looked at her with increasing respect, then turned to look at He Ping with a cold and ruthless expression.

"He Ping, from this day forward, you are no longer my disciple, and the dungeon has nothing to do with you anymore!"

He Ping felt a chill in his heart, and no longer had the mind to think about being outdone by Yu Jinzhao. He knelt down with a thud, begging for mercy in a pathetic state.

"Master, please forgive your disciple! I didn't mean it. I was just too eager to promote traditional Chinese medicine and acted foolishly. Please forgive me!"

He Ping was utterly terrified, and his previous arrogance vanished.

His conspiracy has been exposed. If the boss abandons him again, not only will he be disgraced, but the noble lady will definitely send him to jail to pay for his life.

He Ping spent half his life trying to gain some fame in the traditional Chinese medicine industry. He couldn't accept becoming a prisoner; he felt like he was living a life worse than death!

"Stop spouting your high-sounding words. Promoting traditional Chinese medicine isn't about swindling and deceiving people!"

The leader said coldly, "Before you entered the sect, I taught you that traditional Chinese medicine is facing many difficulties and requires both of us to take it seriously. Only when we practice medicine seriously and do our best to rebuild people's confidence in traditional Chinese medicine will it have a glorious day!"

He Ping was filled with remorse and shame. "I was wrong, I know I was wrong. Please give me a chance, Master. It wasn't easy for you to teach me. If you keep me, you can preserve my medical skills..."

"Medical ethics are more important than medical skills!" the gang leader sneered. "Take him to the police station, and let the law deal with him!"

And so, He Ping was taken away.

The noblewoman, recovering from the surprise of being healed, stepped forward and grasped Yu Jinzhao's hand, her face filled with gratitude. "Young lady, thank you for saving my life. You are my benefactor."

Yu Jinzhao said, "Madam, you needn't be so polite. It's my duty as a doctor to be compassionate."

"No, you make it sound so easy. You have no idea how important your appearance is to me." The noble lady was so excited that she almost cried with joy, and she lost her composure.

Only those who are sick know how important health is.

For the past three months since she fell ill, she has been living a life worse than death, not only tormented by the physical pain, but also by the constant fear that she is going to die, which has caused her immense mental anguish.

When everyone said she was beyond medical help and she resigned herself to dying with regrets, this young girl appeared and pulled her back from the clutches of death.

To her, she was not only a doctor, but also her living Bodhisattva, the kind of person she would worship and kneel down to offer incense to every day.

"Miss, thank you so much for saving my lady." The butler was both ashamed and grateful. "I was ignorant and offended you just now. I apologize."

After saying this, the butler bowed deeply. He had never believed in traditional Chinese medicine before, but Yu Jinzhao's demonstration of skill today made him completely accept it.

It turns out that traditional Chinese medicine practitioners aren't all frauds; it's just that I hadn't encountered a reliable TCM doctor like Little Miracle Doctor before!

"There's a hundred million in this card; it's your consultation fee." The wealthy lady handed Yu Jinzhao a bank card, with the PIN written on the back.

A smile appeared in Yu Jinzhao's eyes. "You're too kind, Madam."

He took the bank card without any hesitation.

She said gently, "Although you are alright now, there is still some residual poison in your body. Please avoid getting emotional. I will prescribe another mild tonic for you. After drinking it for a couple of doses, your body will be fully recovered."

At this moment, the head of the household thoughtfully handed Yu Jinzhao paper and pen, and Yu Jinzhao quickly wrote down the prescription and handed it to the noble lady's butler.

Seeing this, the noble lady felt even more at ease and wanted to befriend her. She said earnestly, "How could a hundred million possibly be enough to repay the life-saving grace you have shown me? Young lady, may I ask your name? I will definitely pay you a visit another day."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, but he endured the discomfort and waited for her response.

Yu Jinzhao had been waiting for the noble lady to say this. Just as he was about to reply, the noble lady suddenly lost her balance and staggered backward, swaying precariously before closing her eyes.

The butler hurriedly helped the lady up and asked anxiously, "Little miracle doctor, what's wrong with Madam?"

Yu Jinzhao then explained that the noble lady's emotional fluctuations had aggravated the remaining toxins in her body, causing her to fall into a coma. As long as she rested well and took the medicine prescribed by Yu Jinzhao on time, there would be no problem.

The steward noted down Yu Jinzhao's words, expressed his gratitude profusely, and helped the noble lady leave.

After the head of the gang dismissed the doctors who still wanted to consult Yu Jinzhao about traditional Chinese medicine, he invited Yu Jinzhao to his study and then brewed her a treasured dragon robe that even he himself was reluctant to drink.

Just then, Yu Jinzhao's phone rang. After she answered, Yin Zhuo's respectful voice came from the other end, "Madam, this is Yin Zhuo. May I ask where you are?"

Yu Jinzhao wondered if Si Qing was about to do something to her again, and asked warily, "Is there something you need?"

“I…” Yin Zhuo paused, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, and looked up to meet Si Qing’s dark and deep peach blossom eyes in the rear seat through the front mirror.

The back seat was spacious, and the man leaned back casually, his legs crossed, his long, jade-like hands slowly playing with the prayer beads, looking relaxed and languid.

The car moved smoothly along the road. The afternoon light was strong and dazzling, sweeping across his flamboyant face. His peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and his dark eyelashes fluttered gently, giving him a lazy and drowsy appearance.

He seemed completely unconcerned about the whereabouts of his newlywed wife.

But this call was made at the behest of Master Si.