The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 27 Master and Disciple
Rong Jiazze fell asleep in no ti, breathing steadily.
Rong Zhi lazily raised her gaze, her tone indifferent: "Drunken Dream has been improved again?"
Fu Yaoyao raised her eyebrows, looking proud, "Yes! Last ti I got a rare dicinal herb in A State and tried adding it in. The effect is even better now."
Drunken Dream was an anesthetic perfu Rong Zhi researched out of boredom, designed to anesthetize people or other creatures.
Later, Fu Yaoyao took it and has been improving it over the years.
The old version of Drunken Dream took about ten seconds to make people faint; now, it only takes two seconds.
Rong Zhi didn’t comnt further, and opened two cloth bags, arranging them on the hospital bed.
The first bag was shorter, each vertical compartnt holding a silver needle, making up a total of nine needles.
The second contained surgical blades and other tools used in Western dicine operations.
She studied a mix of disciplines, dabbling in both traditional Chinese dicine and Western dicine; her specialty was heart and brain diseases.
Rong Zhi lifted Rong Jiazze’s blanket, deftly pinching a silver needle with her fair hand, and precisely stuck it into the Tiantu acupoint.
Fu Yaoyao retreated to the side, took out her phone, and quietly recorded a video.
Rong Zhi worked quickly, and soon, nine needles were placed on Rong Jiazze’s head and body.
After shooting the video, Fu Yaoyao played it back to make sure it was correct, then happily posted it in their master-disciple group.
Trashy Female Chief Guide: [Co quickly, co quickly, latest dical video of our senior sister]
Cool Cool Night: [Getting more skilled with Fu Xi Nine Needles]
Stars Lighting Up: [Who is the senior sister treating?]
Fu Yaoyao explained Rong Jiazze’s story to them.
Cool Cool Night: [Excellent, Zhi Zhi did very well]
Stars Lighting Up: [Senior sister is amazing]
Among these three disciples, Rong Zhi possessed the best dical skills, inheriting every bit of their master’s knowledge and going beyond.
Fu Yaoyao skillfully praised Rong Zhi in the group to Xu Ningxing, while the master forwarded the video to friends’ circles with a boastful caption, envious peers watched and gritted their teeth.
They also wanted such an outstanding disciple!
...
"You’ll do the next two treatnts for him. I have other things to attend to, so I’m leaving."
Rong Zhi retrieved the needles, instructed Fu Yaoyao.
Although Fu Yaoyao was more into poison research, dicine and poison were inseparable, so leaving it to her wasn’t a problem.
Rong Zhi yawned, looking tired as she returned to school.
What she didn’t know was that shortly after she left, Rong ng began inquiring at Class 16 about her; upon learning she wasn’t there, Rong ng was quite surprised.
"Not here?" she paused, asked.
Yang Yuli, who had gone to Class 16, nodded, "Yes, Xiaohua, there is no Rong Zhi in Class 16."
She chuckled, "Who is Rong Zhi? To make Rong Xiaohua so concerned; you all share the surna Rong, perhaps you were family five hundred years ago?"
Rong ng coquettishly glared at Yang Yuli, "Don’t talk nonsense, what family five hundred years ago, we actually are..."
She went silent suddenly at this point.
Yang Yuli puzzled: "What is it?"
"Nothing," guilt flashed across Rong ng’s face, "It’s nothing, forget it since he’s not here."
"Fine," Yang Yuli had no inclination to pry into personal matters, rely raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "If Rong Xiaohua heard it right, then Rong Zhi not being in Class 16 could an two things: either he was never there or he skipped class."
"Skipping class?!" Rong ng was surprised and covered her mouth.
Yang Yuli nonchalantly nodded, "Other than skipping class, I can’t think of any other reason he’s not there."
Rong ng hesitated, finally spoke after a long pause: "I actually wanted to say... Rong Zhi is my brother, just recently reunited. I’m a bit worried about him, so I asked you to check, but he..."
"Whoa!" Yang Yuli showed a gossip-eating expression, "He’s your brother?! A real one? How co I never heard about it before?"
"He’s real. He just ca ho last month. Dad wanted him to return under the guise of an adopted son for convenience, but he refused; because of that, he even resents us."
Rong ng chuckled lightly, her smile tinged with bitterness, "But with his personality, now skipping class, I really worry he will get hurt outside."
"Worry about nothing!"
Yang Yuli’s temper flared, seeing Rong ng’s small face turn gaunt from worrying about Rong Zhi, combined with Rong ng’s previous expressions, she exploded at once, "Why should you worry about him when he’s being reckless himself? What real kinship? Maybe he showed up just to latch onto your family; saying adopted son is elevating him, just ignore him."
"Listen to , you should stop caring about this, leave it to and I’ll solve it for you. If I don’t make him suffer for daring to bully you, my Yang Yuli na will be written backwards!"
Rong ng tried to stop her, didn’t manage to, instead got pushed by the angry Yang Yuli, leading her eyes to redden instantly from pain.
Yang Yuli froze, hurriedly blew on her, "Sorry, sorry, does it hurt?"
Rong ng pressed her lips.
Of course, it hurts.
But she shook her head, "I’m fine, don’t go looking for Rong Zhi’s trouble, I’m really okay."
Even in this state, she tried to defend Rong Zhi, causing Yang Yuli to feel both angered and heartbroken, "I’m not going to cause him trouble, I’m going to make him see he’s not fit for this place. A re bastard, thinking of relying on Rong Family to get into the top school, spit."
Rong ng didn’t persuade further when Yang Yuli wouldn’t listen.
Throughout the whole exchange, she never clarified Yang Yuli’s misunderstanding about Rong Zhi.
...
In the evening, there were no evening classes at the top school, so Rong Zhi returned to Rong Family after finishing her afternoon class.
As soon as she stepped into the house, she keenly sensed a strange atmosphere in the living room.
She changed shoes, moved steadily through the living room.
"Stop right there!"
Ying Man wrapped her shawl, pointed beside the sofa sternly: "Co over, kneel!"
Beside her, Rong ng tightly clutched a corner of her shawl, softly advised, "Mom, don’t be angry, we should talk to our brother properly; maybe he has his reasons."
"Reasons? How could he have any reasons acting like this?!"
Ying Man was suppressing her anger since this morning, now it erupted completely, "What did you do today? Were you out ssing around again? You just can’t stand the Rong Family doing well; all you do is disgrace us and cause trouble!"
Recalling Rong ng telling her not long ago about Rong Zhi’s late arrival for the entrance exam, getting noted by the teacher, and openly skipping classes made her irate and dizzy.
Rong Zhi curled her lips slightly, glancing at Rong ng who was trying to restrain Ying Man, her lips held a faint sarcastic smile.
One ’our ho’ after another, how clear the distinction.
"Then tell , how am I disgracing you?" Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, calmly.
But Ying Man picked up on the sarcasm in her tone.
She gritted her teeth, pressure showed on her forehead, finally breathed deeply, "Who do you think you’re mocking? Asking how you’re disgracing us, isn’t arriving late and skipping class shaful enough?"
"You’re twins, if you tried as hard as your sister, acted cutely and sensibly like her, would I be this worried?"
Rong Zhi suddenly wanted to laugh.
In Ying Man’s eyes, Rong ng was the bright moon in the sky, her most cherished daughter; while she was just a country-raised outsider full of blemishes, lacking decorum.
No matter how well she perford, it wouldn’t alter the truth in Ying Man’s heart.
Rong Zhi revolved the Buddha beads twice on her wrist, her expression cold and frustrated, "Since you haven’t cared all these years, why fret now?"
"Pretending isn’t tiring?"
She smirked slightly, lips curling as she headed upstairs.
"Rong Zhi!"
Rong Zhi shut the door, cutting off all sounds.
She dropped the bag on the bed, stood expressionless in her room.
The thought of moving out just crossed her mind when a vibration ca from her pocket.
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