The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

"Cousin, long time no see! You've become even more beautiful! How about entering the entertainment industry? With your beauty, you're sure to become a household name and a superstar."

Song Qingli looked at Song Shuyue excitedly. Undoubtedly, she was the most beautiful and could pull off any look.

Song Yanzhao pushed Song Qingli away and said coldly, "Get out of here and don't even think about my sister's idea, or you'll regret it. Don't you know what the entertainment industry is like? It's a mixed bag. How can my sister be allowed to get involved in such a place?"

Song Qingli pursed her lips and stopped talking.

"Let's go." Song Shuyue walked ahead, it seemed that things were going quite well for them recently.

"Yueyue, don't wander off. There are too many people. What if you get lost and can't find us?" Song Yanzhao reminded her.

Song Shuyue looked at Song Yanzhao with an expression that said, "You're an idiot," as if to say, "Even if you get lost, I won't let you get lost."

"Song Yanbai is here, I'm going to find him."

Song Shuyue glanced at the message on her phone, then turned and entered the elevator.

"Yueyue, you're here." Song Yanbai stared intently at the dark sea before him, and only turned around when he sensed someone behind him.

Song Shuyue walked over, hummed in agreement, and then asked, "What was the result?"

Song Yanbai's gaze turned grim, and he shook his head. "The person is dead, and the trail has gone cold."

Song Shuyue seemed unsurprised by the result. Song Yanbai looked at her calm expression and unwavering gaze, and asked curiously, "Aren't you surprised by this result?"

Song Shuyue: "When Song Haojin investigated the last person, he was already dead, and the trail went cold. This shows that someone is setting up a scheme, and it's a very big one, to take down the Song family one by one."

Song Shuyue had this premonition from the beginning: survival of the fittest, competition has always existed.

Countless people want to trample them underfoot, and countless others want to climb the social ladder by relying on them.

Only by becoming strong can we instill fear in them.

Song Yanbai nodded. "You're right, Yueyue. Someone wants to drag us down and take our place."

Song Shuyue: "Therefore, the Song family should unite as one and work together for common development and progress."

Song Yanbai: "Mm."

Shen Heming searched for Song Shuyue but couldn't find her. Just as he was about to exit the elevator, he encountered Song Yanbai and Song Shuyue walking towards him.

"Yueyue, you're here! I've been looking for you."

Shen Heming was going to introduce her to some members of the Jiang family, but unexpectedly, Song Yanbai was also there.

Song Yanbai: "Yueyue, you two chat first, I'm going to meet with a few business partners."

"Ah."

When Shen's mother saw Shen Heming and Song Shuyue walking together, one tall and one short, they actually looked quite well-matched. She never expected that this brat would find an opportunity on his own.

Shen Heming and Song Shuyue were walking through the small building when they witnessed a man suddenly collapse and convulse, his eyes rolling back in his head. This startled everyone around, who quickly backed away.

"How is this going?"

"Call a doctor, call a doctor right away."

Just then, several girls came out. They were dressed in fine clothes and had extraordinary looks. One of the girls, wearing a red dress, pushed aside the person blocking her way.

He shouted, "Make way, make way, let me see!"

"Who is this? Is she a doctor?"

"Don't you know who she is?"

"I don't know, who is it?"

"She is the daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Qianyun! I heard she is from the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine College. You may not know her, but she must be her older brother."

Who is his older brother?

"Her eldest brother is the most famous surgeon in Beijing, known as a master surgeon who can save people from the clutches of death. People say they don't know that the Jiang family is a century-old medical family."

"That's amazing!"

"Who says it isn't?"

"Then bring me my acupuncture kit." Jiang Qianyun examined the person on the ground with a serious expression, realized that the situation was not good, and reached out to perform acupuncture.

The girl with her suddenly spoke up, reminding her, "Qianyun, isn't it... not a good idea to administer acupuncture so rashly? We haven't even learned about the patient's condition yet, what if..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Qianyun interrupted him sternly, saying, "Shut up! What do you know? I said bring it here, so bring it here. It's just a patient; I can wake him up with two acupuncture treatments."

Upon hearing this, everyone flattered her, saying, "As expected of Miss Jiang, I heard she's a student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Academy."

"Everyone knows that many members of the Jiang family are experts in pharmacology. It's ridiculous that this girl is questioning her abilities."

Hearing these words, Jiang Qianyun was very pleased with herself. A smile appeared on her face, and she snatched the acupuncture kit from the man's hand, ready to begin her treatment.

But as soon as the first needle was inserted, the person on the ground began to convulse violently again.

Jiang Qianyun panicked for a moment, then realized something and quickly regained her composure, continuing to administer the acupuncture.

After the second injection, the person on the ground immediately closed their eyes and remained motionless, much to the astonishment of those around them.

"Oh my god, what happened? Is this person dead?"

"No way, isn't Jiang Qianyun known as the most talented student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Academy? How could she...?"

Jiang Qianyun's panic was instantly replaced by humiliation. She stood up and said to everyone in a fit of rage, "What do you know? He's not dead. He just needs time to recover. Someone, take him into the room. I need to treat him properly."

These symptoms are exactly what the teacher taught us. As long as we insert needles into these two acupoints, the patient will wake up.

Why hasn't he woken up yet? Did I misjudge the situation?

Absolutely not.

"So that's it."

The doctor arrived late and, seeing the needles stuck in the patient's body, reached out to pull them out.

Jiang Qianyun shouted, "Stop! What are you doing? Don't touch him!"

The middle-aged doctor looked up at Jiang Qianyun and said, "I need to save him. Who put this needle in? Do they know that randomly inserting needles can kill him?"

Jiang Qianyun was furious when she heard someone say that she was randomly inserting needles. She was a key student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine College, and her teachers all said that she was talented and would definitely become a miracle doctor in the future.

He actually dared to question her abilities.

“What do you mean by randomly inserting needles? I’m really trying to save him. Do you know the names of these two acupoints I’m using? You wouldn’t understand even if I told you. Anyway, you can’t touch my patient. He’s being treated by me.”

The middle-aged doctor felt like he was listening to a joke; how could a young girl be allowed to squander a person's life?

They asked, "Are you a doctor? Please show me your identification."

Jiang Qianyun: "My name is Jiang Qianyun. I am a student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine College. I have treated more than one patient like this. I know him better than you do. He just needs to sleep and he will wake up. You don't need to worry about him. Someone, take this person down to rest. I will remove the needles in a while."

The middle-aged doctor was trembling with anger. "Nonsense! You're not a doctor. What right do you have to give acupuncture treatments? You're putting the patient's life at risk. Don't move him. I'm here to examine his condition."