Chapter 1580: 1580: Falling Out

Chapter 1580: Chapter 1580: Falling Out

The treatment wasn’t over yet, and Luo Ziling’s forehead was already covered in sweat.

As the treatment proceeded, more sweat droplets emerged.

Lying in bed receiving treatment, Yang Yuanshan was also covered in sweat.

However, his complexion looked more vibrant, especially after sweating; he appeared much healthier than usual.

Yang Qingyin, having seen Luo Ziling treat people on several occasions, wasn’t at all surprised. Standing by, Yang Yuanshan’s secretary initially felt something was off, but after watching for a while, understood what was happening and kept quiet.

Luo Ziling’s forehead was drenched in sweat, and Yang Qingyin caringly helped wipe it off.

When Luo Ziling finished the treatment and plopped onto the floor, she swiftly stepped forward to support him.

“Are you exhausted?” Yang Qingyin asked with concern, “Why don’t you rest outside for a bit? I’ll prepare some food for you.”

“Alright, I’ll come check again later. Let your grandfather sleep for a while,” Luo Ziling said, rising to his feet with Yang Qingyin’s assistance, and walked out of Yang Yuanshan’s room.

As he exited the room, he saw Yang Yunlin and Chen Qiaoyu standing outside.

Seeing them standing there, Luo Ziling was momentarily stunned and hurriedly withdrew his hand from Yang Qingyin.

Yang Qingyin’s face flushed slightly, but she still helped Luo Ziling to sit on the sofa.

“How is it going?” Chen Qiaoyu asked Luo Ziling softly, “Why are there so much sweat?”

“Exhaustion, acupuncture is tiring,” Luo Ziling chuckled and sat on the sofa heavily.

Yang Qingyin caringly poured Luo Ziling a cup of warm water, which he gulped down.

Yang Qingyin then fetched several pieces of bread and some fruit, and Luo Ziling did not hold back.

After consuming three pieces of bread and an apple peeled by Yang Qingyin, he finally stopped.

Seeing Yang Yunlin’s peculiar gaze and Chen Qiaoyu’s look of surprise, Luo Ziling explained sheepishly, “I’m physically depleted, consumed a lot of energy, and got quite hungry. Sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“How is my grandfather?” Yang Qingyin, knowing that Yang Yunlin was embarrassed to ask, asked again.

“The effect won’t be immediate, but there should be some changes. I’ll go back in later,” Luo Ziling smiled at Yang Qingyin, then got up, “I’ll go to the bathroom first, and please prepare some ink and paper for me to write a prescription.”

Yang Qingyin naturally agreed.

When Luo Ziling came out of the bathroom, Yang Qingyin had already prepared the ink and paper for him.

Seeing that Yang Qingyin had prepared a brush pen for him, Luo Ziling chuckled. He picked up the pen and elegantly wrote a prescription on the paper Yang Qingyin had prepared, then took another sheet and wrote another one.

“This prescription is for cancer-specific symptomatic treatment, and this one has a health-improving function to enhance your grandfather’s physique,” Luo Ziling explained and demonstrated how to concoct and administer the medicine.

The cancer-specific medicine is to be taken once every three days, he also indicated that it might affect appetite and cause coughing – these are normal responses, no need for concern.

The physique-enhancing medicine is to be taken once a day, before sleep.

All the medicines should use the finest herbs, and they must be decocted. Decoction should not use gas, it must be simmered slowly with firewood, heat and time should be controlled precisely, and should not use tap water, but unpolluted mineral water.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yunlin couldn’t help but frown, “Is it really that complicated?”

“It’s not a complication, it’s to ensure the quality of the medicine. You can be casual about it and there will still be effects, just not significant. If you follow my instructions, the effect is a full ten, being casual might yield six or seven.”

Yang Yunlin didn’t say anything more.

“Your handwriting is really good,” Chen Qiaoyu remarked as she approached to see Luo Ziling’s writing, praising after seeing his calligraphy, “It’s better than Qingyin’s.”

Luo Ziling modestly said, “Growing up in the Northwest countryside, there’s often nothing to do, especially when heavy snow blocks the mountains in winter and going out is difficult, so I spent my days absorbed in writing. It’s just a matter of practice, writing with concentration ensures it’s not bad.”

“I will handle buying and concocting the medicine and make sure there won’t be any mistakes,” Chen Qiaoyu, an adept wife, took the prescription from Luo Ziling and put it in her bag, once again praising Luo Ziling, “Ziling, your grandfather invested a lot of effort in you, though you didn’t go to school, you’re excellent in all aspects, no wonder so many recognize you.”

Yang Yunlin huffed slightly by the side but didn’t argue with Chen Qiaoyu directly.

After resting for a while and eating, Luo Ziling regained most of his strength.

“I’ll go in again to check Sir Yang’s pulse,” Luo Ziling intended to examine Yang Yuanshan one more time before leaving, wanting to check his condition again.

“Let’s go in and take a look together,” Chen Qiaoyu nodded, following Luo Ziling into the room with Yang Qingyin.

Yang Yunlin, despite being reluctant to speak with Luo Ziling, eventually followed them into the room.

Yang Yuanshan was still peacefully asleep, sleeping very serenely.

Both Yang Yunlin and Chen Qiaoyu could see that Yang Yuanshan looked much better than yesterday.

Seeing the change in Yang Yuanshan’s complexion, Chen Qiaoyu couldn’t help but feel delighted.

She herself had been looking unwell, almost becoming a “yellow-faced lady” recently. Seeing the change in Yang Yuanshan’s complexion, she decided privately to ask Luo Ziling for help in adjusting her health.

After checking the pulse, Luo Ziling didn’t say much, he just instructed those nearby not to disturb Yang Yuanshan and let him sleep.

He further instructed Yang Qingyin and Chen Qiaoyu to definitely follow his directions for administering the medicine to Yang Yuanshan and ensure his diet was reasonable and his sleep adequate.

After giving these instructions, seeing it was nearly eleven, Luo Ziling prepared to leave.

Chen Qiaoyu warmly invited Luo Ziling to stay for the meal, saying there would be a working lunch for him, but Luo Ziling declined.

“I want to tell you something,” Yang Yunlin, who had mostly been silent, finally spoke as Luo Ziling prepared to leave, “It’ll just take a few minutes.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling did not refuse.

Yang Yunlin walked into a small room next door, followed by Luo Ziling.

“I know, as long as there’s no evidence, you definitely won’t admit to sending people to kill Yang Yunzhong, nor will you admit to Chen Jiahai’s death at your hands, am I right?”

Luo Ziling suddenly became angry, “What do you mean by asking that? You want me to confess or deny? You’re an official in the capital, as long as your subordinates find evidence it was me, I am willing to accept punishment. Otherwise, I reject any slander. If you wish to discuss this matter, I’m sorry, I’m not interested. I came here to treat people, not to be berated.”

As Luo Ziling spoke, he ignored Yang Yunlin’s reaction and left the room on his own.