True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

The ancestor of the Fu family is Fu Xi.

Fuxi's talent is very good, otherwise she would not be Fuxi's apprentice and inherit the ancient medicine.

But today's ancient medicine, because of the development of hundreds of years, has divided too many branches and collaterals, and indeed many places have nothing to do with her.

However, in terms of orthodoxy, of course, he was still a disciple of Fuxi Sect.

Fuxi is a kind person, and before the ancient medical world completely disappeared, he has been running around in China to treat people without asking for any compensation.

Later, when she returned to the field of ancient medicine, she began to accept apprentices and carried forward the ancient medicine.

Ying Zijin didn't pay attention to how many disciples there were under Fuxi's sect.

After all, at that time, she had already left the earth and returned to the spiritual world.

This time, when she came back from the rebirth, she just knew that Fuxi was still alive, and she didn't care about the rest.

According to Lin Qingjia, Yuxuan is her first-generation disciple, the ancient genius doctor is her second-generation disciple, and Lin Qingjia is her third-generation disciple.

It seems that this division is quite strong, and has a high prestige in the ancient medical field.

When she woke up, there were many more juniors.

Ying Zijin leaned against the wall, didn't leave, just watched.

"The old man has checked it. The reason why this patient is unconscious is because the poison attacked his heart and nerves, causing him to have problems with his mind." The ancient god doctor touched his beard, and the winning ticket was in his hands, "This detoxification not only Only medicinal materials are needed, and acupuncture and moxibustion are also needed.”

"The old man is sure that after one session of acupuncture, the patient will wake up."

Hearing this, Evan's expression lifted: "Yes, Western medicine has also been checked, and my father's nerves are indeed affected."

It seems that this ancient medicine has two brushes.

The ancient genius doctor took a long box from the medicine boy and opened it.

It was filled with silver needles of different lengths, glowing with a cold glow.

The ancient genius doctor picked up one of them, and after disinfecting it with alcohol and fire, pinched the silver needle and aimed it at the Shaoshang point of the master of Bevin.

Rita's expression changed and she was about to stop it.

In terms of detoxification, she really only believes in Ying Zijin.

But before she could do it, the ancient genius doctor's hand suddenly shook, and the silver needle in his hand turned black quickly.

Not only the one in his hand, but the ones in the box were all turned black.

Rita was taken aback and looked at the girl.

Only the poisoner can do this in an instant.

The middle-aged man's expression changed: "Sir, are you?"

Ying Zijin stroked the black sleeves and said casually: "Please come here, disrespect me, what kind of rubbish needle method is not pleasing to the eye."

This kind of thing has always been said by the ancient god doctor himself, and no one has ever said this to him.

He was so angry that his beard was crooked, his fingers trembled: "You, you..."

Thirteen needles of the ghost gate!

This is the ancient medicine inheritance acupuncture method, and there are only a handful of people in the ancient medicine community. What does a Continent O know?

This box of silver needles is specially made, and the ancient god doctor has used it for thirty years, just like his own son.

When he came to Continent O, he did not bring any spare silver needles. Once the silver needles were destroyed and tools were gone, how could he treat patients?

The ancient god doctor's face turned blue.

Rita glanced at the destroyed silver needle: "How much is it, move it from the vault, the Bevin family is not short of money."

Hearing this in the ears of the ancient god doctor was an insult.

This time, even if Lin Qingjia persuaded him, he would not stay any longer.

The ancient god doctor stood up with a cold face: "If something happens to this patient in the future, don't ask the old man. The old man is not responsible, and he will never come here again!"

He turned away.

But no one kept him.

The ancient god doctor's face was even more ugly.

It was the middle-aged man who followed and sighed: "Sorry, Miss Lin, I didn't consider this matter carefully, so I asked you to run away for nothing."

There are few rumors about the First Poisoner.

But obviously, the first poisoner lived a long time.

Even the top ten poisoners can greatly slow down the aging speed of cells and increase the ability of cells to divide through poisons.

In terms of age, even an ancient genius doctor would have to call out his ancestors.

Of course he didn't say that.

"Patriarch Taylor is polite." Lin Qingjia smiled, "It's also that our medical skills are not high enough."

"Ms. Lin is underestimating herself." The middle-aged man said again, "The Taylor family will compensate for the silver needle of the ancient magician."

The ancient divine doctor snorted coldly and said nothing.

"Ancient genius doctor." Lin Qingjia pointed to his brain and pursed his lips, "My mother also has a problem here. Please go back and see if you can cure her."

The ancient divine doctor's expression softened: "Naturally."

O continent people do not know the goods, there are always people who know about it.

He didn't want to show foreigners their unique skills.

**

in the ward.

Evan and Evan couldn't bear the fear brought to them by the first poisoner, and they both found an excuse to leave.

"Find the rest of the medicine and give it to me." Ying Zijin nodded slightly, "With the medicine, he will be able to wake up soon."

Rita nodded, a little curious: "Is that acupuncture technique really rubbish?"

She doesn't know Chinese medicine, and she doesn't know ancient medicine, but she heard what the ancient god doctor really said.

Ying Zijin yawned, with lazy brows: "It depends on who uses it and where it is used. His injection can't save people, it will kill people."

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are indeed aimed at the mind, and it can indeed restore the patients with mental problems back to normal.

However, because the Bevin family has been infested by poison for many years, the aging speed of his organs has accelerated, and he is very weak.

The third injection of the ancient genius doctor will directly kill Bevin's family owner.

Rita was startled: "Fortunately you stopped it."

After thinking about it, she became more curious: "But how do you know so clearly?"

She also heard that the thirteen needles of the ghost gate are acupuncture methods inherited from the ancient medical world, which are very rare and are not passed on to outsiders.

"Oh, I created it."

Rita: "..."

She couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or not.

Brain capacity is not enough.

Rita was a little sad, she always thought she was a big guy.

But she now finds that she doesn't understand the world of the boss, and she doesn't even understand the words.

Ying Zijin stood up: "I'll go first."

Rita also got up: "I'll take you off."

"No, there is time to check your family's traitors."

Ying Zijin stepped out of the castle and suddenly stopped.

She turned her head and glanced at Evan, who was hesitant to come forward: "Do you want to follow?"

Evan's body stiffened, and his legs became soft again: "No, no, please, please, please."

He ate bear heart and leopard gall, dare to follow the first poisoner?

By then, I'm afraid I don't know how he died.

Evan stood there, watching the girl leave.

Ten minutes later, the sense of deterrence disappeared, and the free movement was barely restored.

Evan wiped his sweat and went back with soft legs.

It's too scary, I really don't know what the first poisoner looks like, whether it has become a skeleton.

**

Ying Zijin left Bevan Castle and walked around several times, removing the black robe and makeup, and putting on normal clothes.

She looked at the black robe in her hand, and for the first time felt a little unsightly.

I don't know how she could wear this kind of clothes for hundreds of years before.

This aesthetic.

After she left the underground world last night, she went to the airport to pick up Fu Yunshen.

Early this morning, Xiu Yu and Xiu's family's racing team also came over, and the F1 race organized by the Manson family is about to start.

Also accompanied by Qin Lingyu.

It is said that there is a multinational variety show to be filmed, and Qin Lingyu also came along.

In addition to Xiu Yu and Xiu's family's racing team, the whole group also lived in the hotel where the "Elf Queen" crew was located.

Seeing Ying Zijin coming back, Yunshan respectfully saluted, "Miss Ying."

"Yaoyao, there is a reception next month." Fu Yun beckoned deeply, his peach blossom eyes curled up, "The O Continent Family and the Venus Group are holding it together, do you want to go?"

Ying Zijin didn't feel anything: "Don't go, lazy."

"Well." Fu Yunshen was not surprised.

"Master, I'll go, I'll go." Yun Shan rubbed his hands together, very excited, "I want to grab the red envelope, and I want to eat delicious food."

He had already heard that this wine party will give out free red envelopes, and he wanted to experience the fun of dropping money from the sky.

Hearing this, Ying Zijin opened her eyes, rested her head on the shoulders of the real humanoid pillow, and said calmly, "Go then."

Yunshan: "..."

He can now be absolutely sure that their young master is not as good as money and food.

Fu Yun glanced at the life-size pillow thrown on the bed, and his lips twitched: "Little boy, how about the present?"

"I want to cut it with scissors."

"..."

"Father Ying." At this time, Xiu Yu knocked on the door outside, "It's night, I'll take you out for a wave."

"Don't pay attention to men, men will only affect the speed of your sword! Let's be ruthless."

Ying Zijin glanced at Fu Yunshen and pondered: "It seems to make sense."

Fu Yun's expression paused, his eyebrows raised, a glimmer of light floated in his eyes, with a hint of seduction: "Huh?"

Ying Zijin stood up unhurriedly: "You will only affect the speed of my sword, and your pillow will affect the quality of my sleep."

sleep too deep.

"..."

She left the presidential suite without any psychological burden and went to join Xiu Yu.

Qin Lingyu was also there. After seeing the girl, she nodded: "Let's go."

Xiu Yu took the mobile phone and started to search for the restaurant, a severe dizziness came over her head.

She coughed suddenly, her expression changed, as if she had remembered something, raised her hand, and stopped Ying Zijin: "Dad Ying, on the plane..."

Before he finished speaking, he lost consciousness in an instant.