The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 29 Treating Illness

Rong Zhi quietly glanced at him, her eyes cold.

Turning around, she followed Lu Zhao to Rong Fangjun’s room, leaving Rong Xian’an behind, furious enough to want to murder soone.

The old man’s room was filled with ancient decor, and he lay unconscious on a thousand-layered bed.

Rong Zhi took the lollipop out of his mouth and handed it to Lu Zhao, calmly saying, "Get so hot water to dissolve it, then boil for ten minutes and bring it back."

This candy can only keep the old man’s spirits up by letting him sll it now.

She suddenly felt grateful that when treating Rong Jiazze today, she had conveniently taken the silver needles, otherwise she wouldn’t have any tools to treat the old man now.

Though puzzled, Lu Zhao saw her serious expression without a hint of joking, and went to find a bowl to heat and serve it.

Rong Zhi was about to remove Rong Fangjun’s clothes when the Rong family’s personal doctor entered imdiately.

Being called personal, yet not entirely so, this person was Song Cheng, the head of cardiology at Beijing Xiehe Hospital, an internationally renowned cardiology expert, who had been treating Rong Fangjun’s long-term heart disease for years.

Rong Zhi did not lift her gaze and spoke calmly, "Doctor Song, could you do a favor and remove Grandpa’s clothes?"

When treating Rong Fangjun, Song Cheng had t this Third Young Master Rong several tis and didn’t have much impression, only knowing her appearance and deanor were superior, though her temperant was sowhat cold.

He opened his mouth to refuse, but Rong Zhi saw him not moving out of the corner of her eye and smirked, "Doctor Song?"

Song Cheng’s pupils shrank, and the rebuttal blocked in his throat, he stiffly stepped forward to help remove Rong Fangjun’s clothes.

It was only after finishing that he suddenly woke up.

I’m a cardiology expert and I’m assisting a young girl?!

Upon seeing Rong Zhi disinfect the silver needles intending to administer them to Rong Fangjun, Song Cheng was stunned and raised his voice, "Wait, do you know dicine to use like this..."

Rong Zhi frowned, flipped her hand, and inserted the silver needle into the old man’s body.

"You actually did it!!"

"Quiet."

Song Cheng was speechless.

The teenager’s voice was light, yet the coldness within wasn’t light at all.

Lu Zhao quickly returned, holding the dissolved candy potion, his mouth twitching.

It was truly, unbearably slly!

Clearly a sweet candy, why did it beco so slly once dissolved?! Worse than the herbal dicine prescribed by Doctor Song!

"Third Young Master, this... is ready." Lu Zhao was suddenly at a loss for words to describe the contents of the bowl.

Song Cheng, who stood idly like a background prop, felt a shiver run from the pungent sll that overwheld the room’s original fragrance, nearly making him vomit.

Rong Zhi nodded, "Feed it to Grandpa."

Lu Zhao complied but found he couldn’t complete the task, he looked towards Song Cheng who was idle, and softly said, "Could you please help support the old man, Doctor Song?"

Song Cheng: ".... Housekeeper Lu, have you gone mad?!"

...

One hour later.

Rong Zhi placed the used silver needles aside, tucked the quilt around the old man, and took the towel from Lu Zhao to leisurely wipe her hands.

The teenager’s fingers were slender and white, trimd nails rounded yet cold, resembling frosted white jade, creating an ordinary gesture making one’s throat dry watching.

Song Cheng swallowed hard, feeling helpless, "Third Young Master, you’re being reckless, if anything bad happens to the old man, how can I explain to Mr. Rong?!"

He was burning with urgency and wished he could scold Rong Zhi for making trouble.

But facing those cool eyes, he couldn’t find the words to say.

"Cough..."

Right at this mont.

A light cough ca from the bed.

Lu Zhao exclaid, "The old man is awake?"

Rong Fangjun, having suffered an illness, at this mont didn’t look too weakened, instead seemingly having a hint of rosy complexion.

Evidently, he was clear-headed and fine.

Song Cheng was so shocked his jaw almost dropped.

How is this possible?!

Rong Zhi stood up to let Song Cheng take over, her tone indifferent, "Doctor Song, please check on Grandpa."

Song Cheng, dumbfounded, took instrunts from his dical kit and perford a systematic check on Rong Fangjun.

Ten minutes later, results showed no issues!

Rong Fangjun’s heart disease was due to hypertension, age, and heavy smoking over the years causing it, neither traditional nor western dicine had shown much improvent.

Now, the vital signs were normal, and even the lungs stained from years of smoking were visibly clearing.

Song Cheng looked utterly incredulous, "Housekeeper Lu, have the old man been taking any other dicine from other doctors lately?"

"dicine?" Lu Zhao shook his head, "No, the old man hasn’t changed his prescription."

Seeing Song Cheng’s shocked expression, Lu Zhao hesitated and tentatively said, "However, the old man has been lighting incense before sleeping these days."

Upon hearing this, Song Cheng was shocked, "Incense? Where is it? Let see!"

...

Outside the room.

Upon exiting, Rong Zhi was t with the sharp sound of a whip slicing coldly through the air—

Before it touched her face, the thin whip snapped on the ground with a sharp crack, ringing so piercingly it made ears numb.

Servants watching from around were all startled.

If it struck the Third Young Master’s face, wouldn’t it be disfiguring?!

Rong Zhi stood calmly, one hand in her pocket, slowly raised her glance, her black-and-white eyes filled with a trace of defiance.

Rong Xian’an swung the whip angrily, saying coldly, "Disobedient child!"

"It wasn’t who angered Grandpa into falling ill, nor was I the one plotting traps, I refuse to bear this title of disobedient child."

Rong Zhi spoke calmly, lacking much emotion, yet making Rong Xian’an feel extrely mocked, her face embarrassed and angry.

Facing the thin whip carried by fierce wind, she squinted, unlocking her black wristband from her left wrist, assembling it into a black dagger in seconds.

The blade cut through the air, also severing the whip.

In the instant the whip snapped, she disassembled the dagger back into a wristband, quickly re-wearing it, too fast for anyone to see clearly.

Not killing Rong Xian’an was leaving so leeway for him, just a stranger after all, not worth her anger.

The old man was still around, she wouldn’t touch the Rong family yet.

Rong Xian’an’s complexion turned extrely ugly, the half-remaining whip seed like a silent mockery.

Passing by him, Rong Zhi spoke subtly, unhurriedly, "I left sothing on the dining table, have soone fetch it."

Saying this, she walked away directly.

Her back was tall and commanding, her deanor fierce.

Rong Xian’an shouted, "Wait!"

Rong Zhi pretended not to hear.

Rong Xian’an clenched his fist, veins visible, unable to stop her, he wanted to see what this disobedient child left!

He commanded harshly, "Go fetch what’s on the dining table!"

A servant quickly ran off, returning with a sheet of paper.

At the top were the bold letters "Leave Application", the content written ’Leave from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m. due to personal matters’, applicant Rong Zhi, approved by Yu Nian.

Rong Xian’an didn’t know who Yu Nian was, but he recognized the school administration’s seal.

So, Rong Zhi didn’t skip class, she officially took leave, not at school.

This leave application felt like a slap, leaving Rong Xian’an bewildered and unsettled.

Filled with frustration and guilt, he stood there, unresponsive for a long ti.

Until Song Cheng rushed out from Rong Fangjun’s room, shouting, "Where’s your Third Young Master? Where did Third Young Master go?!"

Rong Xian’an looked up, puzzled, "Doctor Song, do you have business with Rong Zhi?"

"I do! Sothing big!"

Learning from the servants that Rong Zhi left, Song Cheng targeted her father, "Mr. Rong, do you know where Third Young Master studied dicine? This kid is extraordinary!"

Rong Xian’an was astonished, "... Rong Zhi knows dicine?"