Zhong Ping said, "Little Qiang, actually Qiao Hui ca today because she had sothing to ask of you. She just didn't dare to say it..."
"Eh, is that so? The Qiao family is such a powerful force, yet they still need to ask for favors..." Wang Xiaoqiang said coldly.
"Little Qiang, don't be so harsh. Although Qiao Ronghuan started off with black market influence and Qiao Xiaotian is a profligate good-for-nothing, the Qiao sisters are all good and virtuous people. I've been in contact with them for so many years and have never seen them do anything bad. Especially Qiao Zhi, although a bit aloof, she's truly pure and kind-hearted..."
"She, she's looking for for what?"
"...Qiao Zhi has developed a tumor in her breast, luckily it's benign, but the doctors recomnd removal of the breast to prevent the possibility of it turning malignant..." Zhong Ping narrated.
"Then just cut it out..." Wang Xiaoqiang, hearing Zhong Ping talk at length about breasts, couldn't help feeling embarrassed.
"How much harm would it do to a girl in her pri to have her breast removed! Alas..." Zhong Ping sighed.
"Is beauty important, or is life important..." By now, Wang Xiaoqiang had understood what the Qiao family mbers were asking for. However, he was sowhat reluctant to treat Qiao Zhi.
"So people value beauty more than life, do you believe that?"
"I believe."
"Then save her please..."
"I'm not completely certain,"
"Do your best."
"Qiao Hui said, whether or not a cure is possible, as long as you are willing to intervene, the consultation fee is ten million," Zhong Ping said.
"The Qiao family is certainly generous. However, Sister Ping, I'm not interested in their money. I agreed to treat her only because of you," Wang Xiaoqiang said.
"I know you're doing it for your sister, and I thank you. But still take the money, don't turn it down when it's offered," Zhong Ping said.
"Then I'll listen to you, Sister Ping."
Although Wang Xiaoqiang had studied gynecological diseases, he was clueless about tumors. Luckily, there was a computer in the bedroom. After returning to his room, Wang Xiaoqiang sat in front of the computer, turned it on, and searched online for information about the condition.
Wang Xiaoqiang learned that traditional Chinese dicine views tumors in the following way: most conditions are caused by internal injury to the seven emotions leading to stagnation and spleen damage, or anger hurting the liver, or damp phlegm causing obstruction, resulting in stagnant qi and blood which then form tumors.
After understanding traditional Chinese dicine's discourse on tumors, Wang Xiaoqiang concluded that the root of the illness lay in the liver and spleen. So, when treating, he would have to focus on these two organs. The liver corresponds to the Wood Elent in the Five Elents, and the spleen corresponds to the Earth Elent.
He would have to use Wood Elent Spiritual Qi and Earth Elent Spiritual Qi for the internal treatnt. For external treatnt, Wang Xiaoqiang thought of using tal Elent Spiritual Energy to eliminate the tumor, just as one would use antibiotics to kill viruses.
With this conclusion, Wang Xiaoqiang beca very excited. If the treatnt for Qiao Zhi proves successful, then healing benign tumors would not be a problem thereafter.
As Wang Xiaoqiang sat in front of the computer researching tumors, Zhong Ping walked out of the living room, ca to the garden outside the villa, and called Qiao Hui to inform her that Wang Xiaoqiang had agreed to help with the treatnt.
Upon receiving the phone call, Qiao Hui was ecstatic and imdiately begged Zhong Ping to arrange treatnt ti as soon as possible, as Qiao Zhi's illness could worsen at any mont. If it turned into a malignant tumor, it would be too late for regrets.
Zhong Ping also considered this and promptly agreed. The next day upon waking up, Zhong Ping wanted to ask Wang Xiaoqiang about the treatnt ti for Qiao Zhi, but Wang Xiaoqiang had already said, "Sister Ping, ask that Qiao Zhi to co over. I'll treat her today, so afterwards I can get on with my own matters..."
"That's great! I'll call her right now," Zhong Ping said happily and imdiately phoned Qiao Hui.
While the siblings were having breakfast, Zhong Ping described the general situation of the Qiao family to Wang Xiaoqiang. The Qiao family's legitimate business is entirely managed by Qiao Hui. The shady businesses under the table are still controlled by Qiao Ronghuan, who loves won. As for how many won he's been with, nobody is clear, but he only has children with three won.
Qiao Hui, Qiao Zhi, and Qiao Xiaotian are all half-siblings, sharing the sa father but different mothers. Qiao Hui is the child of a Thai woman, Qiao Zhi is of a Japanese woman, and Qiao Xiaotian is the child of a true countrywoman. Although the three share the sa father and different mothers, they were raised by the sa woman, thus the three of them have a good relationship...
Listening to Zhong Ping's description, Wang Xiaoqiang thought no wonder Qiao Hui has deep-set eyes and looks sowhat foreign—they're mixed-race.
Having just finished breakfast, Qiao Hui had already arrived with Qiao Zhi.
Looking up, Wang Xiaoqiang saw Qiao Hui followed by a stunningly beautiful young girl, around seventeen or eighteen years old, looking sowhat pale, with fine eyebrows and bright, star-like round eyes.
She had a pure and lovely face, a calm deanor, wearing a long cotton dress with lotus-leaf edges, looking as refreshing as a lotus flower bathed in water, which inevitably dazzled anyone who saw her.
Although Wang Xiaoqiang had seen many beauties, he was still taken aback by her appearance and quality... No wonder she wouldn't have her breast removed—her beauty was comparable to life itself!
Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang staring at her sister with a sowhat fixed gaze, Qiao Hui couldn't help feeling a little proud, and took the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Wang, this is my sister Qiao Zhi... Azhi, this is Mr. Wang..."
Qiao Zhi was not as outgoing as Qiao Hui, nor was she as grand in her deanor. She just coldly glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang without any intention to shake hands. Seeing her aloof behavior, Wang Xiaoqiang certainly wasn't about to offer his warm face to soone's cold backside, so he simply glanced back coldly and looked away.
Qiao Zhi's deanor had always been like this, never taking the initiative to greet n, let alone shake hands. Actually, even today's response was comparatively good—usually, who dared to stare at her so directly?
"Azhi, say hello to Mr. Wang..." Qiao Hui chided.
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