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

Jiang Qianyun was enraged and embarrassed. "You dare to question me? Our Jiang family has been doctors for generations. My parents are professors at Beijing's First Hospital. Do you dare say I'm being ridiculous?"

The middle-aged doctor recognized the girl in front of him; she was Jiang Qianyun, the young lady of the Jiang family.

The Jiang family is indeed involved in the medical field, but that doesn't mean everyone in the family is an expert in pharmacology and medicine.

Besides, she's just a student. Does she know what the consequences might be for the patient if she rashly inserts acupuncture needles?

“Your parents are your parents’ family, and your family is your family. You can’t generalize. Ms. Jiang, do you know what illness the patient has? Do you know that your two injections will not only be ineffective, but will also worsen his condition?”

Jiang Qianyun was furious and enraged; no one had ever dared to question her medical skills.

She grew up with his parents and was skilled at treating and saving lives, but now she's being questioned and lectured by someone who appeared out of nowhere.

"Get out of here! I said he would wake up, and he will wake up. If you dare to question me, you can forget about staying in Beijing from today onwards."

Those present were all prominent figures, and upon hearing this, they naturally understood that Jiang Qianyun was using her power to intimidate them.

The middle-aged doctor across from him also looked very unhappy. He knew that offending the Jiang family in Beijing meant the end of his career.

Just as the atmosphere fell silent, the patient on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

Jiang Qianyun's eyes were now filled with smugness and boastfulness, and she gave the middle-aged doctor a disdainful look.

It's as if you're saying that your evidence is completely unnecessary to me.

The middle-aged doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the patient had woken up, and bent down to check on his condition.

Jiang Qianyun stopped her again, saying, "I advise you not to act rashly. If you pull it out rashly and I prick you with a needle, you can't afford the consequences."

The middle-aged doctor didn't move, but simply asked the patient, "How are you feeling? What kind of illness did you have before? Or did you eat something that caused the sudden convulsions?"

Before the patient could answer, Jiang Qianyun arrogantly replied, "He just has a very common heart palpitation problem. If we follow your methods, we might have to carry him to the hospital for emergency treatment, by which time he would have already passed away. But in my eyes, he can wake up with just two acupuncture needles."

Hearing these confident and resolute words, everyone began to admire Jiang Qianyun.

"As expected of a young lady from a prestigious family of doctors, she is so skilled in saving lives even though she is just a student."

"I heard that she is an elite student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Academy and has received guidance from that mysterious doctor. He might even take her as his disciple."

"My God, no way! That mysterious doctor at the Beijing Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine is known for being able to bring the dead back to life. However, he is over fifty years old and hopes to pass on his knowledge to his disciples before he dies. If Jiang Qianyun can become his disciple, the Jiang family will truly be a century-old medical family."

"As expected of the Jiang family's daughter, she saved a life with just two needles."

"She is really amazing."

"She's only twenty years old! To have achieved such skill is truly enviable."

"I envy the Jiang family for having such a daughter, unlike mine, who does nothing all day long."

The praise and flattery from everyone made Jiang Qianyun feel like she was floating on air; she was meant to be the center of attention.

Only the middle-aged doctor observed the patient's condition with a serious expression.

During this period of preparation for the exam, Song Shuyue began to learn about medicine. She believes she has a good talent and can master half of the knowledge through self-study.

It was immediately obvious that she had inserted the needle in the wrong place.

She inserted the needle five fingers upwards instead of three fingers downwards, which caused problems with both needles.

Moreover, judging from the person's black lips, bluish-purple complexion, and the changing skin color on their hands and feet, it was clearly a case of poisoning.

He was temporarily conscious because the acupoints where the two needles were inserted had stimulated him.

The toxin has already started to spread; if we don't save them soon, they really will die.

Song Shuyue stepped forward, bypassing Jiang Qianyun, and said to the middle-aged doctor, "Quickly take him to get treatment; he has been poisoned."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged doctor looked up and met Song Shuyue's gaze, immediately reaffirming his resolve.

Just as he suspected, the person was poisoned, not experiencing palpitations.

"Okay, someone come here, quickly take him to the emergency room."

Seeing the conversation between the two, and the two people rushing to take the man on the ground to the emergency room, Jiang Qianyun's expression changed instantly.

Pointing at Song Shuyue, his face displeased, he loudly questioned, "Who are you? What makes you think he's poisoned? Didn't I already save him? I know, you want to show off, right? But let me tell you, this isn't the place for you to show off. Get as far away as you can."

Song Shuyue's eyes turned slightly cold. She didn't want to waste her breath on this kind of person, since the person had already been sent to the emergency room.

It's time for her to leave.

She didn't know the Jiang family's medical skills, and she knew that she couldn't generalize, but the woman in front of her gave her a very bad impression of the Jiang family, so considering that she would not go to the Jiang family to learn medical skills.

Her next goal is the Beijing Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Seeing that Song Shuyue was about to leave, Jiang Qianyun was naturally unconvinced and stopped her, saying, "What evidence do you have to prove that he was poisoned?"

Song Shuyue said coldly, "Get out of my way."

Jiang Qianyun: "How dare you talk to me like that? Do you know who I am? If you offend me, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Song Shuyue crossed her arms and looked down at the clown in front of her. "I'll say it again, get out of my way."

Jiang Qianyun clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, "I order you to apologize to me immediately. Also, you just said that person was poisoned. What evidence do you have to prove that? If you don't have any evidence, then you are openly provoking me."

Shen Heming stood next to Song Shuyue and said, "Miss Jiang, please stay away from my friend."

Shen Heming's words, "my friend," instantly revealed Song Shuyue's status to everyone. Those who wanted to curry favor with the Jiang family and speak up for Jiang Qianyun all took two steps back.

You should know that the biggest boss today is Shen Heming.

Jiang Qianyun wasn't afraid at all. She put her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at Song Shuyue.

"Shen Heming, I understand now. So the reason you broke off your engagement with Sister Gu was because of this little bitch. How can her foxy face compare to Sister Gu's gentleness and virtue?"

After saying that, he turned to Song Shuyue and said sarcastically, "I thought you were someone important, but it turns out you're just a homewrecker, ruining other people's relationship. Don't you know that Sister Gu and Shen Heming are already engaged?"

Shen Heming never expected that because of his actions, Song Shuyue would be falsely accused.

Shen Heming's face was ashen, his eyes sharp, and his tone icy and ruthless: "Miss Jiang, if you say another word out of line, don't blame me for being impolite."