Turning back, Jiang Mengxin said to Cheng Hai again, "Senior, thank you so much for this time. Don't worry, as soon as our project's final payment comes in, I will repay the three hundred million in full."
Cheng Hai said with great 'noble integrity', "Mengxin, you are being too formal. It is all my duty to do this for you. Money is not important."
Lu Ming listened and felt so disgusted he wanted to vomit.
He said coldly, "A person lives for their reputation, a tree for its bark. Cheng Hai, one cannot be so shameless."
"Enough!" Jiang Mengxin pointed at Lu Ming and cursed, "What time is it, and you're still putting on an act? Just seeing you makes me feel sick and nauseous. I've truly never met such a shameless man!"
Lu Ming was thoroughly berated. Cheng Hai, hiding behind Jiang Mengxin, secretly chuckled. Not only had he won Jiang Mengxin's favor, but he had also gained three hundred million for free. It couldn't be more satisfying.
Cheng Hai looked at Lu Ming with the posture of a victor, as if to say: This is the consequence of you peeing on my car!
Jiang Mengxin's scolding grew harsher. She felt genuine disgust towards Lu Ming from the bottom of her heart.
Just as she was getting into her abusive stride, her secretary hurried over and said in a panic, "President Jiang, something terrible has happened. The hospital just called. They said your sister was in a car accident and is in a coma!"
"Little sister?!" Jiang Mengxin's vision went black, and she nearly fainted.
Jiang Lan was her biological sister. They had grown up together and had a very close relationship. Hearing that her sister had been in a car accident, Jiang Mengxin's legs suddenly felt weak, and she sank into her chair.
Cheng Hai said, "Let's go, Mengxin, I'll drive you to the hospital now."
"Thank you, Senior."
Cheng Hai then helped Jiang Mengxin out of the conference room and drove her to the hospital in Jiang Mengxin's car.
In the conference room, Lu Ming frowned slightly, contemplating something.
The Jiang family was first pressed to repay a 300 million loan, and just as the crisis was resolved, Jiang Mengxin's sister was in a car accident. It was too coincidental, wasn't it?
Behind all of this, it was as if an invisible hand was at play.
The Jiang family's enemies had made their move.
Could it be the Murong family?
Lu Ming looked at Zhao Donglai and asked, "Do you have a car?"
Zhao Donglai scratched his head, "I have a little electric scooter."
"That's fine. Hop on your little electric scooter and take me to the hospital."
"Huh? Brother Ming, there's no need. President Jiang is very displeased with you and doesn't want to see you. You shouldn't go looking for trouble at a time like this."
"Stop wasting time, let's go!"
Lu Ming grabbed Zhao Donglai, and the two of them rode the little electric scooter precariously towards the hospital.
...
Jinling, Drum Tower Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.
As soon as Jiang Mengxin entered the hospital, she saw her sister Jiang Lan lying on the hospital bed, her eyes tightly closed, unconscious.
She asked, "Doctor, what is my sister's condition now?"
The doctor shook his head despondently, "I'm sorry, President Jiang, we did our best. Second Miss hit her head, and her brain is dead. We can't save her."
"How could this be..." Jiang Mengxin sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, "Little sister!"
Cheng Hai, standing beside her, narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "I know a very skilled doctor who might be able to treat Second Miss."
"Who?" Jiang Mengxin looked at Cheng Hai with hope.
Cheng Hai said, "The Sage of Medicine, Yang Jitong, Old Master Yang."
Upon hearing this, the doctor gave a thumbs-up. "If it's Old Master Yang Jitong, there might indeed be a chance. His medical skills are unparalleled in Jinling."
"Then I'll trouble you, Senior. Please quickly invite Old Master Yang to see my little sister."
"Leave it to me."
Cheng Hai made a phone call, and after a series of earnest pleas, he managed to invite the Sage of Medicine, Yang Jitong.
The entire hospital staff watched Yang Jitong with reverence, ushering him into the ICU as if he were an immortal to examine Jiang Lan.
Jiang Mengxin said, "Old Master Yang, please save my little sister. I am willing to pay any amount."
Yang Jitong waved his hand, "Step aside, do not disturb me here."
Thus, Jiang Mengxin, Cheng Hai, the doctor, and the nurses all respectfully stepped aside, holding their breath, and quietly watched Yang Jitong treat the patient.
After a thorough examination, Yang Jitong frowned and said, "Brain death, this is troublesome."
Jiang Mengxin cried, "Please, Old Master Yang, do your utmost to save her."
Yang Jitong pondered, "We must stimulate her brain to get her neural pathways working again. Ordinary treatment methods will be ineffective. We need to use the Azure Dragon Acupoint Needling technique. However, this technique is extremely difficult to master, and any slight misstep can damage the brain. I only have a ten percent chance of success."
Jiang Mengxin said, "A ten percent chance is still better than no chance."
"Mm." Yang Jitong nodded and said to the doctor, "Help me prepare the silver needles."
A moment later, the silver needles were ready. Yang Jitong asked everyone to wait outside the ICU. He held his breath and began to insert needles into Jiang Lan's head, each one with extreme caution.
Baihui point, Fengfu point, Yamen point, Shenting point, Shangxing point...
One needle after another was inserted, forming a chain, like an Azure Dragon meandering over Jiang Lan's head, hence the name: Azure Dragon Acupoint Needling.
Everyone watched intently, marveling at Yang Jitong's superb medical skills.
Lu Ming and Zhao Donglai arrived late.
Lu Ming squeezed through the crowd and looked at Yang Jitong, who was performing the needling. His expression immediately tensed.
Just as Yang Jitong was about to insert another needle, Lu Ming suddenly shouted, "Stop, your needling technique is wrong!"
What?
Someone dared to say that the Sage of Medicine, Yang Jitong, had the wrong needling technique?
Who was this arrogant person?
Everyone turned their heads in unison towards the source of the sound. The moment they saw Lu Ming, Jiang Mengxin's anger flared, and she roared, "Lu Ming, what do you want now? My sister is at a critical juncture between life and death. If she cannot be saved because of you, I will have you pay with your life!"
Lu Ming completely ignored her words and walked into the ICU by himself.
Jiang Mengxin shouted frantically, "Lu Ming, get out of here!"
Lu Ming turned a deaf ear and walked directly to the patient's bedside.
He said to Yang Jitong, "The Azure Dragon Acupoint Needling technique is unpredictable and infinitely variable. It requires constant adjustment based on the patient's constitution, condition, and injury. You, however, have only learned the superficial aspects of the Azure Dragon Acupoint Needling technique. You are rigidly applying it, inflexibly. Your needling remains unchanged! By needling like this, you will not cure Jiang Lan, but only accelerate her condition's deterioration."
After listening, Yang Jitong held a silver needle suspended in mid-air, looked up at Lu Ming, and asked, "Young man, from which school do you come? Which medical university did you graduate from? Do you have a medical license?"
Lu Ming shook his head, "I have no school or sect, I have not studied at any medical university, and I do not have a medical license."
"Heh heh." Yang Jitong glared at Lu Ming, "A young child with nothing, yet you dare to lecture me, Yang Jitong? You are simply arrogant and presumptuous! You, get out of here immediately."