The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 178 - 138

Inside the room.

Rong Zhi took Rong Fangjun’s pulse, her face lowered with no expression, her eyes filled with a deep dark ink. She checked one hand then switched to the other.

Next to her, Song Cheng and Lu Zhao watched her eagerly, is there anything wrong? Please respond!

Lu Zhao wanted to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, the youth reached back, stunning him. However, Song Cheng imdiately realized and handed the freshly printed dical report to the youth.

"Third Young Master, the dicine and incense are here, please have a look..."

Lu Zhao set the incense burner in front of her.

The room was filled with a strong fragrance, which upon close sll seed to have a faint, elusive foul odor, very subtle, one had to get close to sll it clearly.

Rong Zhi picked up the incense spoon and stirred it twice in the incense burner, scraping off a thick layer of ash on the surface. She picked out a small black ball, about the size of a little fingernail, held it close and sniffed it, the scent of a rotting corpse in sumr engulfed her.

Lu Zhao was instantly shocked.

Song Cheng stared at the black ball, slightly tilting his head with a slight frown, "Does Third Young Master know what this is?"

Rong Zhi did not speak, her gaze cold and clear. She pinched the black ball between her fingers and crushed it effortlessly, lazily rubbing the fragnts.

"Continuation Pill."

Song Cheng: "Continuation Pill? What’s that?"

Rong Zhi’s fair hand flipped, the dust floated lightly in the air, strangely, the foul sll disappeared after it turned to ash.

"Used to stop pain and prolong life," Rong Zhi pointed to the incense burner, her eyes cool, "Throw it away, the dicine is fine, I’ll do acupuncture on Grandpa later and he’ll be fine."

"But if it’s supposed to prolong life, why is the old man like this?" Song Cheng was full of confusion.

Rong Zhi furrowed her brows slightly, "The dicinal properties clashed."

Usually lifesaving good dicine, when mixed with the incense, it beca a life-threatening poison.

Lu Zhao suddenly looked up, "This incense was brought back by Eldest Young Master..."

When Rong Qichuo brought back the incense pills, he said that this was used by international big figures, a renowned perfur family’s creation, hard to co by.

He managed to get a few through his connections, and he gave them to Rong Fangjun imdiately upon receiving them, not wasting a mont.

"Which family?" Rong Zhi’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Lu Zhao: "McFerson."

After a pause, he added, "I investigated this family, they’re a renowned perfur family that has risen in fa in O State in recent years. The incense brought by Eldest Young Master was also tested, but I never expected..."

Rong Zhi waved her hand, her voice calm, "It’s not your fault."

McFerson was a perfu brand established eighty years ago, nad after their family surna. In O State, their perfus and incense pills were exclusively for the Royal Family and nobles, but prior to this, O State already had a century-old renowned perfur family — Winner.

Since its inception, McFerson was at odds with Winner, deliberately creating perfus and incense pills that clashed with Winner’s.

However, Winner’s reputation was well established, and the large custor base it catered to was not sothing McFerson could contend with.

Rong Zhi pondered deeply, instructing Lu Zhao to prepare the silver needles.

When opening the door, she inevitably ran into several mbers of the Rong Family outside. Their scrutinizing and angry gazes fell on her, but her face remained averted, expression unchanged throughout.

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Seeing Rong Zhi perform acupuncture on the spot again, Song Cheng cleverly connected a video call with Tang Xuyun.

The cara focused on the youth’s hands, both of them serious and cautious, almost making Lu Zhao suspect that Rong Fangjun’s condition worsened.

Fortunately, the acupuncture lasted only half an hour. After it ended, Song Cheng cheerfully approached Rong Zhi to inquire about the use of the Fu Xi Nine Needles.

He is currently learning this from Rong Zhi, though he hasn’t learned much after all this ti.

But at least he recognized all the needles and rembered the acupuncture points!

Rong Zhi scribbled in her notebook, and responded to Song Cheng’s questions in a slow, deliberate manner. Realizing the ti was about right, she lazily lifted her eyelids, tore a piece of paper, handed it to Lu Zhao and said in a soft voice, "Here’s the prescription, the instructions are on it."

Lu Zhao was quite surprised, "Third Young Master, are you not waiting for the old man to wake up?"

Rong Zhi capped the pen, "No."

Lu Zhao was a bit stunned.

It’s almost dinner ti, at least stay for a al before leaving?

Or perhaps...

Lu Zhao pressed his lips, he was just a steward, unable to ddle in the affairs of the master’s family.

The youth adjusted his slightly long sleeves, revealing only a short segnt, his nails shapely and clean, looking neat and pretty.

Yet just monts ago, these hands had saved the old man’s life once again.

Song Cheng noticed the youth’s actions and clicked his tongue inwardly.

How wonderful it would be if he could have such hands that could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones.