Seeing her cherished daughter, Madam Ming's tightly wound heart finally began to relax.
She adjusted her expression, forcing herself to appear more relaxed.
"After I returned last time, I consulted many ancient texts and specially spoke with the president of the Chinese Medicine Association," Elder Lu said, taking out a set of silver needles from his medical bag.
"After hearing my description, the president analyzed that Madam Ming's hands might be immobile due to blocked meridians."
Upon seeing the silver needles, Madam Ming's scalp tingled, and she instinctively shrunk behind Ming Zhi Rou.
Seeing this, Ming Chu Yan asked, "Then... Teacher Lu, if it's blocked meridians, why were no problems found during the many examinations at the hospital?"
"It can only be said... that the person who caused Madam Ming's meridians to become blocked possessed formidable medical skills."
Elder Lu prepared the needles while answering, "That person chose extremely precise angles, demonstrating a thorough understanding of human acupoints."
"Moreover... their medical skill is likely superior to mine."
This assessment was exceptionally high praise.
After all, Elder Lu was a renowned physician, holding the reputation of "Sacred Hand" in Xiadu.
It was difficult to even invite him out for ordinary people.
After sterilizing the silver needles, Elder Lu’s gaze settled on Madam Ming's arms.
Then, he looked up slightly at Ming Chu Yan. "Chu Yan, who exactly blocked Madam Ming's meridians? I truly wish to meet that person..."
Who...
This question startled both Ming Chu Yan and Madam Ming.
An image of a strikingly beautiful face appeared in both their minds.
— Ming Zheng.
It was Ming Zheng!
After they had caused a commotion at Ming Zheng's apartment that day.
Madam Ming's hands had become numb and immobile.
Ming Zheng...
Possessed such abilities?
How could this be possible?
Yet, no matter how unbelievable it seemed,
A place deep within their hearts gave a sharp jolt.
Seeing their silence and their extremely grim expressions,
Elder Lu stopped pressing them further.
Instead, he prepared to administer the needles to Madam Ming.
Initially, Madam Ming was somewhat afraid.
Ming Chu Yan directly mentioned the music concert next week, threatening that if Madam Ming didn't attend, the treatment would be halted.
Only then did Madam Ming close her eyes and allow Elder Lu to insert the needles.
-
Ming Zheng slept until the sun was high in the sky.
She was woken by the sound of her phone ringing.
Groggily, Ming Zheng answered the call, opening her mouth lazily. "Hello?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
As Ming Zheng, still drowsy, reached for her phone to check who was calling,
A tense voice came through the phone: "Ming Zheng."
As soon as this voice was heard,
Ming Zheng instantly became wide awake.
Even though the voice was muffled, her three years of being a sycophant in her past life allowed her to recognize his voice instantly.
Ming Chu Yan.
Why was he calling her?
How did he even get her number?
After all, during her year at the Ming family,
No one in the Ming family had ever asked for her contact information.
Only that white lotus, Ming Zhi Rou, had pretended to exchange contact details.
Ming Zheng sat up.
She decisively moved to press the hang-up button.
Ming Chu Yan, as if guessing she would hang up, urgently said, "Ming Zheng, I have something to ask you."
Tsk.
A genius scholar would have questions they wanted to ask her?
Ming Chu Yan's voice remained tense, as if suppressing anger. "Ming Zheng, what exactly did you do to Mom's hands?"
Hands?
Ming Zheng thought for a moment.
She recalled that time Madam Ming had been at her small apartment, trying to cut open a bolster pillow printed with photos of her seven senior brothers.
In a fit of anger,
She had apparently crippled Madam Ming's hands.
But it had been so long ago.
Hadn't Madam Ming gotten used to living with her disability?
Why were they suddenly asking about this now?
"Ming Zheng, she is your biological mother after all. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for treating Mom like this?"
Ming Chu Yan's voice at this moment carried a hint of gritted teeth.
Ming Zheng: "?"
Whether she would suffer divine retribution, she didn't know.
She only knew that after being a sycophant for three years in her past life, her death had been more tragic than divine retribution.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Calling so early in the morning just to scold her?
How foolish.
"How can Mom's hands be restored to normal?" Ming Chu Yan asked coldly.
Ming Zheng: "I don't know."
"Weren't Mom's hands your doing? How can you not know?" Ming Chu Yan's tone suddenly rose, laced with anger.
Ming Zheng calmly admitted, "It was my doing, so what?"
"You!" Ming Chu Yan was infuriated by her tone.
Crippling her own mother's hands.
Did she have no sense of guilt at all?
And speaking to him with such an entitled tone?
No wonder no one in the Ming family liked her!
Ming Zheng could naturally hear the anger in his tone. Her eyebrows arched playfully, and she curved her lips dismissively, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Madam Chairman Ming becoming like this is actually quite good, isn't it?"
"At least Madam Chairman Ming won't randomly touch things she shouldn't touch anymore."
"Ming Zheng!"
Madam Ming's furious voice erupted from the phone.
Ming Zheng's words and attitude were clearly provoking her.
This was something Madam Ming could not tolerate.
She exclaimed hoarsely, her voice filled with immense rage, "Ming Zheng, I am your mother. Whatever I touch, I have every right to!"
Ming Zheng abruptly ended the call with a "snap."
She couldn't be bothered to speak to them any further.
It was disgusting and a waste of time.
Ming Zheng also added Ming Chu Yan's number to her blacklist.
Only then did she prop herself up and get up to wash her face in the bathroom.
After she returned from washing up,
Her phone screen was lit up.
There were several missed calls displayed on the screen.
A string of unfamiliar numbers was blinking on her screen.
Without thinking, she knew it was from the Ming family.
She answered the call.
On the other end, Madam Ming's abusive voice came through.
Completely abandoning her usual image of a lady.
Ming Zheng said lazily, "Say one more superfluous word, and I'll turn off my phone."
Madam Ming's voice abruptly stopped.
Ming Zheng could vividly imagine
Madam Ming's flushed face at that moment.
Soon, the phone was taken back by Ming Chu Yan. "Name your price. What do you want to let Mom go?"
Elder Lu had made a special trip.
He had even communicated with the president of the Chinese Medicine Association throughout the entire process to treat Madam Ming.
Yet, he still couldn't unblock Madam Ming's obstructed meridians.
Elder Lu finally shook his head helplessly and said, "Even if our president were to come personally, he would likely be powerless. If you want Madam Ming's hands to recover, you might have to... seek out that expert... who caused Madam Ming's meridians to become blocked..."
Therefore, after much hesitation, they finally called Ming Zheng.
If it was truly Ming Zheng's doing,
Then only Ming Zheng could restore Madam Ming to her normal state.