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

Song Shuyue's words made everyone gasp, and for some reason they all felt that her choice of words was very accurate.

Jiang Qianyun's reputation is indeed not very good.

Jiang Qianyun trembled with anger upon hearing this.

Song Shuyue was too lazy to waste words with them, but that didn't mean she wouldn't refute them; she simply disdained to waste her breath on these people.

Song Shuyue continued, "And you keep calling me a mistress and saying I ruined their relationship. What evidence do you have to prove that I am a mistress? Also, there has been no information from either the Gu or Shen families that they have a marriage agreement. So why do you say that I caused them to break off the engagement?"

Jiang Qianyun was about to interject when Song Shuyue didn't give him the chance.

The cold voice rang out again, "Furthermore, Mr. Shen introduced me from the beginning, saying I was his friend. You knew I was his friend, yet you still insisted I was a mistress. This action is clearly aimed at me. If someone is sick, are you going to leave them here as a guinea pig instead of sending them to the emergency room? Get this straight! This isn't an operating room, this is a banquet hall, Ms. Jiang. There are security cameras here, and I will have someone retrieve them later. I will also report this to the police. You've been defaming my reputation at will, and I demand accountability. As for your claim that I injured you..."

As she spoke, Song Shuyue stepped forward and, with a "snap," set her dislocated bone.

"Ah!" Jiang Qianyun exclaimed in surprise, looking down and discovering that her hand had actually recovered.

Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the girl before her. "You know medicine!"

Jiang Fusheng adjusted his glasses, his expression narrowed slightly, and his eyes revealed a hint of disbelief.

He said to his younger sister, "Jiang Qianyun, you apologize to me right now, or I'll tell Mom and Dad about what happened today."

Jiang Qianyun was unconvinced and clenched her fists tightly, saying loudly, "I don't believe you have medical skills. You say that person was poisoned, and I don't believe it even more. If you want me to apologize, you'll have to come to the emergency room with me. If that person really was poisoned, then I'll apologize to you, and you can pursue the matter to your advantage."

Song Shuyue smiled and said, "Okay."

After finishing her sentence, Song Shuyue brushed past the two of them, and Shen Heming strode after her.

Jiang Qianyun stamped her foot and chased after them.

Jiang Fusheng couldn't help but scold, "Qianyun, you've acted up again this time. I won't bring you out next time."

Jiang Qianyun was furious that even her elder brother didn't believe her. She retorted sharply, "Brother, you don't believe in my medical skills either! Just wait and see, I will prove myself."

Jiang Fusheng shook his head helplessly. Judging from the way that girl set the bones, he couldn't guarantee that she was proficient in medicine, but she definitely knew it! Her medical skills might even be above his own sister's.

At the entrance of the emergency room, a middle-aged doctor came out with a report. Jiang Qianyun immediately asked, "Where's that patient? Where did he go? Wasn't he alright? Where is he?"

The middle-aged doctor was furious when he saw Jiang Qianyun, but he couldn't lash out because Jiang Fusheng was there.

Jiang Fusheng: "Dr. Lou, how is that patient doing?"

The middle-aged doctor's complexion improved, and he handed over the examination report.

"Fortunately, he received timely treatment and is now out of danger. He was poisoned by eating incompatible foods."

Upon hearing the middle-aged doctor mention the word "poisoning," Jiang Qianyun completely lost her composure and burst out, "What poisoning are you talking about? How could he possibly be poisoned? His condition clearly matches sudden heart palpitations, and after I gave him two acupuncture needles, he did indeed wake up and nothing else happened. You must have conspired together."

The middle-aged doctor, unable to contain himself any longer, rebuked her with a dark face, "Miss Jiang, I am a doctor. I am describing the facts based on the patient's condition. Please do not make trouble here. Dr. Jiang's medical skills are far superior to mine. If you do not believe me, you can let him go in and take a look for himself."

Jiang Qianyun gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

Jiang Fusheng went in and carefully examined the patient's condition; it was indeed poisoning.

Song Shuyue stood to the side, so it seemed her judgment was correct.

Jiang Fusheng looked at Song Shuyue and asked, "Miss, if I may ask, are you also skilled in medicine?"

Song Shuyue calmly replied, "I know a little."

Jiang Fusheng: "Jiang Qianyun should immediately apologize to this young lady."

Jiang Qianyun glared fiercely at Song Shuyue, "My two injections also brought him back to his senses. Even if I hadn't realized he was poisoned, I still saved him."

Song Shuyue interrupted, "Even now, you're still being stubborn. If I'm not mistaken, after assessing the patient's condition, you used a rapid life-saving method: inserting the first needle five fingers below his chest and the second needle three fingers above the acupoint on his neck. This was supposed to quickly bring the patient back to consciousness, but you inserted the needles off-target. That's why the patient suddenly lost consciousness and then abruptly opened his eyes. Your two needles not only failed to save his life but also accelerated the spread of toxins in his body."

With each word Song Shuyue spoke, Jiang Qianyun's face grew paler.

How could she know.

Upon careful reflection, I realized that what she said actually made a lot of sense.

Jiang Fusheng's face turned ashen. Hearing Song Shuyue's words, he realized how serious the mistake his sister had made.

Administering acupuncture without proper diagnosis can endanger a person's life.

This kind of behavior is a major taboo for doctors.

Moreover, if anything happens to this patient, the Jiang family's reputation will be ruined.

"Jiang Qianyun, you still don't know you're wrong!"

Jiang Qianyun realized that her older brother was angry. She trembled, bit her lip, and her eyes reddened slightly.

"What evidence do you have to say that I needled the wrong acupoints? I think you're talking nonsense. I'm a student at the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine College. My family has been practicing medicine for generations, and my parents are renowned. I've been able to treat patients since I was ten years old. What right do you have to say that I made a mistake?"

Song Shuyue knew she couldn't prove anything because she wasn't a doctor.

"I have the right to say you're wrong!"

A deep voice came from behind, and an old man with white hair walked over, leaning on a cane.

Although he was over fifty, he was full of energy and had a strong voice, wearing an apricot-colored Tang suit.

He had a half-grown beard, and several middle-aged men with dignified and serious appearances followed behind him.

Jiang Qianyun snorted coldly, "Who are you?"

Jiang Fusheng pulled his sister behind him, glared at her, and gestured for her to shut up.

Before Jiang Fusheng could utter a single word, Jing Yuan interrupted him, saying, "Young man, you're absolutely right. He did indeed prick the wrong acupoints. Young man, may I ask your name? And who taught you your medical skills?"

Jing Yuan looked Song Shuyue up and down. She was aloof, elegant, pretty and cute. She was beautiful and charming. In terms of personality, she was aloof, neither humble nor arrogant, and she acted quickly and decisively.

He liked it very much.