She must get her hands on Biaan Sitong!
No matter what it takes!
After all, what a woman wants are just those things!
Isn’t there a female writer who said—To win a woman’s heart, you must first explore the depths of her path!
The ambition secretly burgeoning in Lee Jiaan’s heart made his determination ever more resolute.
He sneaked a glance at Biaan Sitong beside him, eyes filled with endless greed, accompanied by a mix of excitent and nervousness.
"Uncle, Auntie, just call Tongtong, no need to be so formal!"
Biaan Sitong waved her hands repeatedly, speaking to Ning Beihe and others.
"Alright alright... we’ll just call you Tongtong!"
Ning Beihe smiled and responded repeatedly, not expecting to encounter the granddaughter of Master Biaan Mingyu here, let alone that his daughter knew her, and thinking about how she brought Ning Guanghe back to the hospital, his words were even more polite, "Tongtong, thanks to you and Dr. Lee, otherwise Xiaoyan’s grandfather might have been in mortal danger!"
"It’s what we should do!"
Biaan Sitong shook her head with a smile.
"Mr. Ning, Siting is right, as doctors, saving people is our duty!"
Lee Jiaan smiled ingratiatingly, speaking to Ning Beihe with a fawning tone, "The situation was too critical then, how could we just stand by and watch? But there was a country bumpkin who didn’t know his limits, almost putting Elder Ning in danger, I had to act again in ti!"
Ning Beihe and others had heard Lee Jiaan ntion the situation before. Thinking about the scenario of soone intervening as Lee described, Ning Beihe felt too scared and his face looked a bit ugly.
Ning Hanyan had a puzzled look on her face, quickly inquiring and learning about the specific situation at the ti, her pretty face turned pale: "This... this is simply outrageous! Luckily Grandpa is fine!"
Thinking about the possible consequences, Ning Hanyan’s face showed fear and she was filled with lingering fears.
"Uncle, Auntie, hello! Now that Grandpa Ning is fine, there’s no need to be angry with such people!"
At this mont, Weng Xiaoran, who had been standing quietly behind Ning Hanyan, finally spoke up, smiling, "Sister Yan, don’t be mad. Let’s check on Grandpa Ning instead..."
The hearts of Ning Beihe and the others were always concerned about Ning Guanghe’s condition.
Therefore, they hadn’t paid much attention to Weng Xiaoran, who had co along. Hearing this, they turned around, and Ning Beihe, Biaan Sitong, and the others were stunned.
"Little Demon?"
"Jii Xiaoyao?"
Ning Beihe and Biaan Sitong both spoke in unison, their expressions changing slightly.
In Yanjing, Jii Xiaoyao’s na was extrely well-known, and Ning Beihe had attended banquets at the Jii Family before and t Jii Xiaoyao.
Biaan Sitong was the sa, having accompanied her grandfather Biaan Mingyu to visit the Jii Family many tis.
"Dad, Mom, Tongtong, it’s not Xiaoyao, it’s her sister Xiaoran!"
Ning Hanyan shook her head, explaining, "I told you before, the sisters who play well with , besides Xiaobei and them, there’s Xiaoran too! It’s just that you didn’t know, she sneaks to see secretly every year she returns to Yanjing! Grandpa has t her..."
"Miss Xiaoran!"
Ning Beihe and others took a deep breath, showing respect for Weng Xiaoran.
Even Biaan Sitong was extrely polite in her tone.
But Lee Jiaan was stunned by fear!
Jii Xiaoyao’s sister!
That ans, from the Jii Family!
The Jii Family, a super prominent family that is renowned throughout the Yanjing Region!
Not to ntion his own family, even the Ning Family has to look up to them, the difference in strength and status is like heaven and earth!
Unexpectedly, in this kind of place and situation, they encountered the daughter of the Jii Family!
Is today the beginning of my rise to power, Lee Jiaan?
Lee Jiaan looked at Biaan Sitong, then glanced at Ning Hanyan and Weng Xiaoran, feeling increasingly excited.
"Uncle, Auntie, don’t mind , Grandpa Ning’s condition is what’s important!"
Weng Xiaoran waved her small hands repeatedly, staying humble.
Dong dong~~
At the sa ti.
Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.
An elderly man and a middle-aged man led a group of people in white coats, hurrying over.
At this mont, Ning Beihe had to set aside Weng Xiaoran for the ti being and quickly stepped forward to et them.
"Old Zhang, Dean Lee!"
Ning Beihe approached them, speaking politely.
"Mr. Ning!"
The dean of Huaxia University of Chinese dicine Affiliated First Hospital, also Lee Jiaan’s father, Lee Kang, could not afford to put on airs and quickly responded respectfully.
The elderly man next to him rely nodded at Ning Beihe as a greeting, saying, "I have only heard about Old Sir Ning’s condition, but I don’t know the specifics. I need to examine him!"
Ning Beihe showed no dissatisfaction with the old man’s attitude. Instead, he was overjoyed.
The old man in front of him was Zhang Weimin, an experienced Traditional Chinese dicine expert at the hospital!
What’s more important, Zhang Weimin had another identity—the first direct disciple of Master Jiang Qianyu, the National Master of Chinese dicine!
This identity alone was intimidating enough!
The title of National Master of Chinese dicine, what kind of level is that?
It’s a status that commands respect from many high-ranking officials.
It’s a status that the top families honor as distinguished guests!
The title "National Master" is not one to be used lightly!
As the disciple of Master Jiang Qianyu, the National Master of Chinese dicine, Zhang Weimin’s status and his dical prowess inherited from Jiang Qianyu earned him deep respect from many people.
Even Ning Beihe, the current head of the Ning Family, had to be courteous to him.
"Old Zhang, may we co in together?"
Ning Beihe spoke again at this ti.
"Co on in, my thod of treating with Traditional Chinese dicine isn’t so strict, just don’t disturb !"
Zhang Weimin nodded, very straightforwardly waving his hand, "Besides, I need to know the specifics of when Elder Ning’s illness occurred!"
Saying this, Zhang Weimin cast an appreciative glance at Lee Jiaan and Biaan Sitong.
He had heard about how they brought him in.
Subsequently, everyone followed Zhang Weimin into the spacious ward room.
Ning Guanghe was still in a coma at this ti, his complexion pale, his breathing still weak.
"Old Man Ning used to have migraine headaches, correct? My master once examined him, and the old sir also consulted ..."
Entering and approaching the bedside, Zhang Weimin glanced at Ning Guanghe, then turned to Ning Beihe.
"Yes, my father visited Master Jiang two years ago!"
Ning Beihe understood Ning Guanghe’s condition well, "The migraine is an old ailnt, though not life-threatening, it’s extrely torturous!"
"Hmm..."
Zhang Weimin nodded lightly, sitting by the bed and beginning to take Ning Guanghe’s pulse.
Traditional Chinese dicine pays attention to inspection, listening, inquiring, and pulse-taking.
Currently, only inspection, listening, and pulse-taking are possible, with pulse-taking aning palpation.
In just half a minute, Zhang Weimin’s expression suddenly changed, withdrawing his hand, he exclaid: "Elder Ning’s migraine has been cured? To clarify, what we call migraine is actually a tangle causing blockage of the deep neural pathways in the brain, making it unlikely for the old sir to last another ten years! Surgery is nearly impossible, as it’s hard to ensure the nerves aren’t damaged. anwhile, herbal treatnt is very prolonged and difficult to cure... But now it’s actually cured!"
After speaking, Zhang Weimin thought of sothing, examined Ning Guanghe’s head area, then quickly unbuttoned the latter’s clothes, noticing nurous needle marks from Silver Needles.
"Were these done by you at the ti?"
Zhang Weimin turned sharply, looking at Lee Jiaan, questioning him.
Lee Jiaan was startled, frozen for a mont before he hurriedly nodded, "Old Zhang, the situation was critical at that ti, I could only use Silver Needles to stabilize Elder Ning’s condition!"
"It was really you who did this! Remarkably, actually done by you! Incredibly, so accurate and ticulous... I am so impressed!"
Zhang Weimin took a deep breath, his eyes glowing brightly, fixed on Lee Jiaan, "This is truly a masterful touch! Elder Yu ntioned a miraculous doctor, and you must be him!"
"This kind of needle technique to relieve cranial pressure, this is an unparalleled skill, you are really capable!"
He took another deep breath, calming his stirred emotions, stood up, and turned to look at Ning Beihe, "Mr. Ning, please, still have to monitor the condition closely, lets not disturb the old sir’s rest too much!"
"Good, good, thank you Dr. Lee! And thank you too, Miss Xiaoran and Biaan Sitong, for your help as well!"
Ning Beihe and the others bowed slightly, expressing gratitude.
anwhile, Li Jiaan stood at the side, shaking like a leaf, his expression complex.
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