Chapter 1076 - 1076 1076 A Man Who Works Seriously Is the

Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: A Man Who Works Seriously Is the Most Handsome Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: A Man Who Works Seriously Is the Most Handsome Luo Ziling gave it some serious thought and realized that Yang Qingyin’s worry could indeed become a reality.

The feeling of pride he had just felt vanished in an instant.

“Why didn’t I think of this before?” Luo Ziling despised himself a bit.

He had promised not to care whether the Ling Family accepted him, but after sensing further goodwill from the old masters, he couldn’t help but feel a bit smug.

Luo Ziling felt he had lost his integrity.

“It seems that the two elders of the Ling Family do not want to see you bullying their kin,” Yang Qingyin said with a mysteriously amused smile.

“Of course they don’t,” Luo Ziling nodded, “To them, the descendants of the Ling Family are their own flesh and blood, closer to the heart. No matter how unworthy they may be, they don’t want to see them bullied; otherwise, it would be a loss of face for them.”

“If an outsider bullies you, it’s also a loss of their face,” Yang Qingyin spoke like a crafty little fox, “Compared with strangers, you become one of their own, at least to some extent.”

“Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to sleep?” Luo Ziling didn’t want to continue the topic and asked Yang Qingyin with a smile.

Yang Qingyin, blushing after reading the meaning in Luo Ziling’s eyes, pushed him away: “Either go back to your dorm to sleep or to the guest room.”

“Don’t you need me to massage you?” Luo Ziling felt a bit hurt.

“Absolutely not!” Yang Qingyin said resentfully, “I’m sleepy. I want to take a shower and go to sleep. Don’t bother me.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling said a bit dejectedly, touching his nose before speaking in a sullen tone, “Then I’ll go practice my acupuncture skill.”

His words, however, were met with an eye roll from Yang Qingyin.

“On this trip to Yangcheng, I learned a lot during the acupuncture skill competition,” Luo Ziling chuckled, “I won the acupuncture bronze man from Gu Jian’an, and many people envied me, but I haven’t made good use of this treasure yet. I’ll practice my acupuncture skill while you shower.”

This trip to Yangcheng, Luo Ziling felt he had gained a lot.

His reputation soared, earning the respect of many experts in the traditional medicine industry, which was the biggest gain.

Attending the Traditional Chinese Medicine annual conference in Yangcheng and winning the acupuncture skill competition against people like He Yan, Luo Ziling knew his acupuncture was formidable. But he also understood that each acupuncture skill had its strengths, and there was something to learn from everyone’s techniques.

During the competition, Ouyang Feifei had Wang Qing record the others’ needling techniques and gave the footage to Luo Ziling.

Luo Ziling was naturally surprised and very grateful to Ouyang Feifei for this.

After obtaining the videos, he watched them repeatedly and gained a considerable insight.

Integrating the strengths of others’ acupuncture skills into his own was Luo Ziling’s ultimate goal, which was also what his grandfather Luo Liansheng had been doing.

They did not want to be arrogant egotists or frogs at the bottom of the well. Embracing the best practices of all was always their attitude.

This was an important reason Luo Liansheng commanded respect in the traditional medicine field for his medical skill and ethics.

To improve his medical skills and acupuncture skills, Luo Ziling needed to learn from everyone else’s techniques.

So, while Yang Qingyin prepared for her shower, he pretended to be moody and went to the room with the acupuncture bronze man to practice his acupuncture skill.

After beginning his practice, Luo Ziling quickly entered a state of deep concentration.

Time flew by unnoticed as he devoted himself entirely to the practice, oblivious to everything around him.

So much so that he didn’t notice Yang Qingyin, who had finished showering, tiptoe into the room.

Seeing Luo Ziling practicing his acupuncture skill with intense focus and rapid movement, Yang Qingyin didn’t have the heart to disturb him and simply stood quietly aside to watch. The more she watched, the more amazed she became, because Luo Ziling’s speed of needling was too fast for her eyes to keep up.

She wasn’t sure how accurate Luo Ziling was when he needled because, except for a few crucial acupoints, she couldn’t recognize the rest herself.

But she had no doubt about Luo Ziling’s accuracy in locating acupoints; she believed he would never misidentify them, and there was no reason whatsoever.

Even though she was no expert in needlework, Yang Qingyin thought Luo Ziling’s needling technique was as dexterous as ancient women doing embroidery. Even without knowledge of medicine, watching his rapid needling was a visual pleasure.

After watching quietly for a while, Luo Ziling finally sensed something, turned his head, and saw Yang Qingyin standing behind him. He immediately laughed, “Senior, standing silently behind like that, trying to scare me to death?”

Yang Qingyin then approached Luo Ziling and said with a smile, “I’ve been here for a while now. You were so focused on your practice, I didn’t have the heart to interrupt, so I just watched from behind.”

Before Luo Ziling could reply, she continued, “Watching you practice your acupuncture is like watching an artistic performance. In the future, I want to watch whenever you practice. I won’t make a sound or disturb you, okay?”

Yang Qingyin spoke with an air of coquetry, and Luo Ziling couldn’t possibly refuse, so he readily agreed.

After putting away the needles and tidying up the equipment, Luo Ziling stood up and walked over to Yang Qingyin.

Yang Qingyin didn’t move away but looked up at him: “You didn’t notice when I came in just now?”

“No,” Luo Ziling shook his head sheepishly, “I was completely engrossed and didn’t notice when you came in.”

Then he joked, “They say a man who works hard is the most handsome. Wasn’t I very handsome while engrossed just now?”

“Just showing off,” Yang Qingyin sniffed in dissatisfaction, “But yes, your focused look just now was indeed very pleasing to the eye.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Luo Ziling pulled her into his embrace.

“Enjoying a free show of my handsome form, shouldn’t you pay some admission fee?”

Yang Qingyin didn’t struggle…