The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 310 - An Arrogant Doctor

Su Ming didn't seem to think there was anything amiss.

Xiao Ke'er's face flushed instantly.

In her family, having her father invite him to stay for dinner and her mother cooking the meal herself signified their high approval of the prospective son-in-law.

They were even at the point where they could consent to her engagement with Su Ming.

Xiao Chen, observing from the side, was certain Su Ming was going to be his brother-in-law.

“Brother-in-law, I've never ridden in a truck before. Could you possibly…”

Xiao Chen sidled up to Su Ming.

But before he could finish his sentence, a sudden sharp pain shot through his waist.

He leaped up and spun around to find Xiao Ke'er, her face a deep shade of red.

Her delicate hand hovered mid-air.

“Did you have a late class today?” Xiao Ke'er demanded, her authoritative older sister persona in full display.

“Uh?” Xiao Chen was momentarily taken aback.

He blinked and glanced at the sun outside.

It was high noon, yet she was talking about an evening class.

“Sis, it's noon…”

“Aren't you supposed to have classes at noon? Go to your study and hit the books!”

“Sis, even Dad said I could take a few days off. You can't just pick on me because you're in love…”

“Quiet!” Xiao Ke'er stood up, glaring at her brother with indignation.

“Mom, save me!” Xiao Chen beat a hasty retreat.

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Xiao Chen's antics had everyone laughing heartily.

“Mr. Su, Father, Grandfathers, I'm feeling a bit tired. I'm going to rest for a bit…”

With her cheeks still tinted with embarrassment, Xiao Ke'er excused herself and headed upstairs.

The two elders exchanged a look that spoke volumes.

Ah, the joys of youth!

The group settled comfortably on the couch, sipping tea and engaging in lively conversation.

Amidst the merriment, the butler entered with an odd look on his face.

He hesitated beside Xiao Luomu, as if unsure whether to speak.

“Hmm?”

Xiao Luomu, with a slight frown: “We're all family here; there's no need for secrecy. Whatever it is, just say it.”

The butler's eye twitched, “The miracle doctor you invited has arrived…”

“Who?”

Xiao Luomu paused, a look of realization dawning on him.

He had completely forgotten about that!

The two elderly gentlemen exchanged glances.

They had forgotten as well!

Old Master Tang had been ill for quite some time, prompting Xiao Luomu to seek medical help far and wide for his father.

A young man later came by of his own accord, claiming his master possessed a couple of rare herbs that could prolong the old man's life.

Xiao Luomu, already desperate, eagerly invited him over.

Unfortunately, the man was abroad and couldn't return immediately.

Xiao Luomu had no choice but to wait anxiously.

They got in touch the day before yesterday.

But Xiao Luomu, having learned just last night that Su Ming had the necessary herbs, was so overjoyed he completely forgot about the other arrangement!

Now, the renowned healer had arrived today!

What was he to do?

The two old men were equally perplexed.

They had already acquired all the herbs, yet the doctor had shown up.

And they already possessed the very herbs he brought with him.

“What seems to be the problem?” Su Ming inquired, his curiosity piqued.

Old Master Tang offered a wry smile as he recounted the events that had unfolded.

Realization dawned on Su Ming: “He's made a personal visit; we can't simply turn him away, can we?”

“Mr. Su, you're absolutely correct. Please, invite him in.”

“Very well.” The butler nodded and departed.

Soon after, they entered.

Leading the group was a neatly dressed middle-aged man in his fifties, exuding an air of sage-like wisdom.

Following him was a young man, likely his apprentice, carrying a small medicine chest.

“Master Loong, your presence to treat my father is deeply appreciated,” Xiao Luomu said, approaching with a welcoming smile.

Now that he had arrived, Xiao Luomu knew to extend due courtesy.

Master Loong lifted his eyelids ever so slightly, his demeanor cool and detached: “Show me the way.”

“Yes.”

Xiao Luomu was taken aback by his arrogance but ultimately nodded in agreement.

He had intended to be forthright.

But with the doctor already here, it would be quite rude to send them away.

With that, Xiao Luomu led the way, with Master Loong and his haughty apprentice trailing behind.

The two elders exchanged a glance and followed suit.

Su Ming joined the crowd to see what was happening.

“Master Loong, after you,” Xiao Luomu said as he opened the door.

Loong Qingyuan entered the room, hands clasped behind his back.

“A chair, please.”

His young apprentice commanded from the side with an icy tone, reminiscent of a eunuch proclaiming an imperial decree.

“My apologies for the oversight,” Xiao Luomu said with a chuckle, quickly grabbing a stool from nearby and placing it behind Loong Qingyuan.

Su Ming, standing behind, slightly furrowed his brow. Such arrogance.

Loong Qingyuan took his seat with deliberate slowness.

The apprentice quickly positioned himself beside Loong Qingyuan, extracting the elder's arm from beneath the blanket. He retrieved a jade pillow from a small box, placing the elder's arm upon it, and then covered it with a towel. Next, he presented a damp towel to Loong Qingyuan, who accepted it leisurely and wiped his hands. The apprentice then carelessly discarded the towel on the floor.

?Such waste! A towel used just once and then discarded? If a patient were in critical condition and under his care, they could very well expire by the time he finished preparing.

Loong Qingyuan extended his right hand, resting two fingers on the elder's pulse. In less than ten seconds, he withdrew his hand.

“Silver needles.”

“Right away!”

The apprentice fetched a small box filled with neatly arranged silver needles from the medicine chest.

“Hold on!” Old Master Qin interjected, “The patient is frail and his vitality is waning. He cannot undergo acupuncture!”

“No interruptions while my master is treating a patient,” the apprentice rebuked sharply.

“Such disrespect!” Loong Qingyuan said with a measured smile. “So you are the renowned Mr. Qin, the medical authority from the capital?”

“Yes, that's me,” Old Master Qin replied, clearly displeased. This was basic knowledge in traditional medicine. Acupuncture works by stimulating the meridians to enhance blood circulation, thereby tapping into the body's inherent potential to heal.

However, when someone is extremely frail, acupuncture can actually hasten their death!

“Mr. Qin, your reputation precedes you. I've long been aware of your renown. You're absolutely correct; acupuncture isn't suitable for those who are weak.”

Loong Qingyuan offered a serene smile. “However, I possess a ginseng that is two centuries old. If we brew it into a soup and have the patient drink it, it could very well save their life.”

With that, his apprentice retrieved a small box from within a larger one and opened it.

Indeed, there lay a ginseng root inside!