Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Huo Yao straightened up after inserting the final needle and exhaled deeply. Her face looked slightly pale while her forehead was covered with sweat.

After Old Mr. Pei recovered from the shock, he looked at Huo Yao. “I-Is that all?”

Huo Yao pulled out some tissues from the box kept on the side table to wipe her sweat before she said, “Not yet. I have only inserted the needles. After probing the acupuncture points, I will remove the needles and examine him again.”

Old Mr. Pei looked at her in disbelief and found himself nonplussed. He knew how to give acupuncture, but he did not know how to probe the points.

He wanted to ask her about it but felt embarrassed.

He felt as though the medical skills that were the pride and glory of his life were at a rookie level compared to this young woman’s techniques.

The little lass had much greater accuracy and understanding of acupuncture points than an old Chinese physician like himself.

Hence, he could not help feeling depressed.

Huo Yao pulled up a chair and sat by the bedside before she took Min Yu’s pulse again. Her knitted brows smoothened out. “How do you feel now?”

Only Huo Yao and Old Mr. Pei remained in the room. Zhuo Yun and Yang Yi had already left before Huo Yao started performing acupuncture.

Min Yu was incapable of smiling at the moment. He looked at Huo Yao quietly with his deep eyes unperturbed. After a long while, his lips parted as he said in a resonating voice, “I’m good.”

Huo Yao nodded and responded in a calm voice. “His voice sounds good.”

Min Yu was flabbergasted.

Huo Yao raised her hand to check the time. She turned to look at the old man. “Old Mr. Pei, why don’t you head home and rest. I can take care of things here.”

Old Mr. Pei wanted to see the acupuncture probing process. When he heard Huo Yao’s offer, he could not bear the thought of missing out on such an opportunity. However, his presence seemed to be of no use in this place, so he left the room reluctantly.

Zhuo Yun and Yang Yi looked at Old Mr. Pei anxiously when they saw him come out. “How are things?”

Old Mr. Pei looked at them. The previous grave expression hanging over his face was gone. He stroked his beard and said calmly, “What’s there to worry about with Huo Yao around?”

Zhuo Yun and Yang Yi’s long-held anxiety finally dissipated when they heard what Old Mr. Pei said.

“Huo Yao is much more skilled than me when it comes to medicine. With her help, Young Master Min might just recover from his old ailment,” sighed Old Mr. Pei with hope in his voice.

Huo Yao was certainly outshining her predecessors.

Zhuo Yun and Yang Yi looked at each other with clear shock in their eyes.

They knew that Huo Yao was an advanced apothecary, but it did not dawn on them that she would be so highly skilled in Chinese medicine that Old Mr. Pei would consider himself inferior to her. It was absolutely shocking.

She was barely 18 years old. How great a prodigy was she?

It was unbelievable.

“I’m going home first.” Old Mr. Pei waved to them before heading down the stairs.

After taking two steps, he paused before turning to add. “Oh yes. You should prepare some nourishing ginseng soup for Huo Yao. She has probably overexerted herself performing acupuncture on Young Master Min tonight.”

Yang Yi nodded before he walked over. “Old Mr. Pei, let me send you home.”

“In that case, I will get the kitchen to prepare some food for Miss Huo.” Zhuo Yun volunteered to take on the remaining task.

Old Mr. Pei left the villa before long.

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Inside the room, Huo Yao briefly rested before she continued performing acupuncture.

It was a complicated process to probe acupuncture points using silver needles. Also, this secret technique was the Shangguan clan’s most prized skill. It was so extraordinary that it could save a person even while they were breathing their last and had one foot through the gates of hell.

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