Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 67 - 67 67 Administering Acupuncture to Save Yingying

67: Chapter 67: Administering Acupuncture to Save Yingying 67: Chapter 67: Administering Acupuncture to Save Yingying “Sister Xiaoru, I’m really sorry to have you come all this way.”

Xiao Yingying seemed much more spirited at this time, and was not continuously sleeping as she had been before; she even started talking with Song Xiaoru.

Song Xiaoru said with sympathy, “It’s nothing, this is a matter of life and death.

Coming here to lend a hand doesn’t count for much.”

Xiao Yingying’s mouth twitched slightly as she tried to smile, but no smile came out.

She said, “I wasn’t afraid of dying, thinking that if I died, I died.

Otherwise, living like this didn’t hold any appeal.

The first time I met Brother Dong, I just wanted to die, thinking I would just die wherever I ended up.”

By this time, Song Xiaodong had prepared the silver needles, and with a stern face, he said, “Alright, stop talking for now.

You can say all this later.”

“Oh…okay,” Xiao Yingying obediently responded.

“Sister, take off her top,” Song Xiaodong added.

Song Xiaoru agreed and removed Xiao Yingying’s outerwear, which was actually just a loose nightgown and was easy to take off.

Song Xiaodong walked straight to the bed and looked at Xiao Yingying’s chest without any hesitation.

Xiao Yingying glanced at Song Xiaodong and then closed her eyes; she had seen so many doctors before, but this time, she felt indescribably shy.

Xiao Yingying’s body was very pale, not only because her body lacked color but also because her skin was naturally very fair.

However, combined with Xiao Yingying’s features, this created an image like a broken Venus.

If you were to attach arms to her, it would actually appear less beautiful.

The morbid beauty Xiao Yingying possessed was indeed soul-stirring.

Song Xiaodong only glanced once and then cast these thoughts aside.

When treating a patient, Song Xiaodong saw no difference between men and women, between beauties and those less beautiful, which is an essential ability for a skilled doctor.

Song Xiaodong then said, “Sister, now go stand by the door, and don’t let anyone enter.

If they do come in and the patient dies, then it will be on them, not us.

Actually, I’ll go tell them myself.”

He turned and left for the doorway, where Xiao Haiqing and the others were waiting and quickly gathered around him.

Song Xiaodong gestured to stop them from talking and said, “Once I go in there, no one, under any circumstances, is allowed to enter.

Otherwise, if something happens and the patient dies, don’t blame me.”

Xiao Zhiming, who had been holding back his frustration, blurted out without thinking, “Who knows if you’re just making excuses.”

Song Xiaodong’s face immediately darkened, and Xiao Haiqing was also furious, hissing lowly, “Idiot!”

Realizing his mistake, Xiao Zhiming quickly said awkwardly, “It was my loose tongue, I’m sorry, very sorry.”

Song Xiaodong snorted and said, “I don’t want to see him, to avoid upsetting myself.”

Xiao Zhiming’s mouth twitched, and without needing Xiao Haiqing to drive him away, he slinked downstairs and around the corner, where his expression twisted into one of ferocious vengeance, silently seething with rage.

“Song Xiaodong, you bastard, I hold a grudge against you now.

You’d better kill Yingying with your treatment, because if you actually cure her, I’ll definitely kill you.”

For Xiao Zhiming, he had always naturally assumed that the family fortune would eventually be his, but now he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

If Xiao Yingying could be cured, the family fortune might never be his turn to inherit, since he was only Xiao Haiqing’s nephew, not his biological son.

“Impossible, absolutely impossible.

That guy is just a fraud, maybe using some special methods, like hormones or something, to temporarily boost Yingying’s spirits.

To truly cure Yingying, would the world-renowned doctors not include him?”

Shaking his head, the thought of this scenario brought a sinister smile to Xiao Zhiming’s lips.

At that time, he definitely intended to take revenge with interest.

By now, Song Xiaodong had once again reached Xiao Yingying’s side.

Xiao Yingying was closing her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

Song Xiaodong took out a needle and said softly, “Don’t be nervous or embarrassed.

I am just a doctor right now, treating you.

Just relax.”

Xiao Yingying nodded gently and whispered, “I know.”

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, “Rest assured, I will treat you for a while.

Although I can’t say you’ll be cured immediately, at the very least, I can help you live a few more years, and then we can slowly figure out a way to hopefully cure you.”

“Mm.” Xiao Yingying nodded gently, opened her eyes briefly, then quickly closed them again.

“All right, I’m starting now.” After giving her a heads-up, Song Xiaodong waved his hand, and a silver needle was already inserted on Xiao Yingying’s right chest.

This was the second time Song Xiaoru had seen Song Xiaodong administer needles to Xiao Yingying.

This time, Song Xiaodong’s expression was even more focused, his entire being seemed enveloped in an aura, mesmerizing Song Xiaoru.

“Sis, wipe my sweat, please.”

“Okay!” Song Xiaoru responded to Song Xiaodong’s request and began to help him.

After about half an hour, Song Xiaodong finally stopped and sat tiredly on the chair beside the bed, while Xiao Yingying’s left chest had no fewer than thirty silver needles in it.

As Song Xiaoru wiped the sweat from his forehead, she asked with concern, “Are you very tired?”

Song Xiaodong nodded and replied, “It’s exhausting.

This method of treatment really can’t be performed often, especially for such serious illnesses, it’s really draining.”

Song Xiaoru, with her hands on Song Xiaodong’s shoulders, said, “No wonder you don’t like to treat people.

Seeing you like this, if anything happens that the hospital can handle, I definitely won’t let you intervene again.”

After chatting briefly with Song Xiaoru, Song Xiaodong closed his eyes to rest.

After about twenty minutes, he opened his eyes, stood up again, and like a butterfly threading flowers, began to tweak each silver needle on Xiao Yingying’s chest.

The sweat on his head began to flow even more, and Song Xiaoru hurriedly continued to wipe it for him.

Now she realized how hard it was for Song Xiaodong to treat people.

Unless it was a matter of life and death, she really wanted him to take a break.

For about half an hour, Song Xiaodong’s hands flew, and all the silver needles were finally removed from Xiao Yingying’s chest.

“Sis, help me gather the needles.” After saying that, Song Xiaodong collapsed in the chair, almost unable to stand up.

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