Chapter 257: Chapter 258: Door-to-Door Collaboration (Part 2)
Nianyang looked coldly at these two people, thinking about how they would bring ruin to Luo Lanzhenâs family, she felt angry for Luo Lanzhen.
She thought of the original protagonist, who was also deceived by a trashy sister, and realized she was too much like Luo Lanzhen!
Bai Jing linked arms with Luo Lanzhen, "Cousin, your classmate is only in her third year of high school, what could she know about treating illnesses? Youâre not planning to clutch at straws, are you?"
Luo Lanzhenâs face darkened when she heard this, "What are you talking about? My dad is still fine, donât speak such inauspicious words."
Bai Jing pouted her mouth, and Duan Tianhong quickly said, "Ah-Zhen, Xiao Jing didnât mean it that way. Itâs just that your classmate is too young to know how to treat heart disease. Uncle just got out of the hospital and needs to rest, letâs not tire him out."
Luo Lanzhen shook her head, "Itâs okay, Nianyang is just going to take a look. Anyway, itâs already this bad, having hope is better than waiting for despair, right?"
With her saying this, Duan Tianhong didnât know how to persuade her anymore. Otherwise, it would be like implying he couldnât stand to see Uncle Luo get better. Anyway, this Gu Nianyang seems like just a little girl who wouldnât know how to treat illnesses, probably just playing around. He really didnât need to worry about anything.
Luo Lanzhen took Nianyang to her dadâs room, her dad Luo Song had already woken up and was leaning against the bedhead weakly reading a newspaper. Seeing Luo Lanzhen bringing Nianyang in, he was a bit surprised, "Ah-Zhen, whoâs this girl?"
"Dad, this is my classmate and good friend Gu Nianyang. Sheâs able to treat illnesses, and I specifically brought her to see you." Luo Lanzhen and her dad clearly had a good relationship; she rushed to the bed and hugged Luo Songâs arm as she spoke.
"Oh, your classmate can treat illnesses?"
Luo Song looked at Nianyang with some surprise. Because of the illness, his condition was very poor, his complexion was sallow, and his eyes were bloodshot. Nianyang could tell at a glance that he didnât have long to live.
"Hello, Uncle Luo. I study traditional Chinese medicine. Let me check your pulse." Nianyang said with a smile.
"You study traditional Chinese medicine?" Luo Song didnât reject the idea,
"I have always liked traditional Chinese medicine. Itâs a medical tradition that our country has inherited for thousands of years. Itâs just that now there are fewer and fewer good practitioners. Considering how young you are and already studying Chinese medicine, your future is limitless!"
Nianyang was surprised at how knowledgeable Luo Song was about traditional Chinese medicine. He was the first person she met here who recognized it, which made her develop a bit of fondness for him.
"Uncle, today they all say that traditional Chinese medicine is a scam, full of delusions, and sheâs so young. How could she understand? You canât let her treat you." Bai Jing said loudly. Women always have strange intuition, and from the first glance at Nianyang, Bai Jing felt this girl could ruin things!
Luo Song shook his head and said, "You canât generalize like that. Nowadays there are many fraudulent practitioners, but that doesnât mean traditional Chinese medicine is a sham. If there werenât traditional Chinese medicine, how could our ancestors have survived, and how would we exist?"
Bai Jing was at a loss for words after this scolding and secretly glared at Nianyang.
"But little girl, I appreciate your kindness. Itâs just that my heart disease was beyond help even with Western medicine, let alone Chinese medicine; itâs already reached its end, so letâs not waste effort." Luo Song gave Nianyang a kind smile.
"Dad, donât say that, you will get better!" Luo Lanzhen said, her voice carrying a hint of tears.
"Alright, Ah-Zhen, youâre almost an adult, why are you still crying, isnât it embarrassing!"
Luo Song wanted to wipe away his daughterâs tears but, lacking strength, could only sigh helplessly. He didnât want to just wait for death like this; he would be gone, but his poor only daughter would be left, like a lone wildflower without parents.