After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Don’t Covet My Daughter!
Standing before them was none other than Luo Jin. He leaned lazily against a tree, his gaze drifting over at the sound of their approach.

His eyes, filled with a captivating charm, sparkled like peach blossoms, giving him a handsome appearance. Seeing Zhouzhou, he curved his lips into a smile, “Little girl, we meet again.”

Jinbao’s tail flicked suddenly, covering its own eyes with an expression of disdain. This former caretaker was about to deceive the child again.

He always wore that look whenever he was up to no good! With a swift motion, Jinbao moved its tail to cover Zhouzhou’s eyes. If she couldn’t see him, she wouldn’t be fooled.

Wan Leng immediately pulled Zhouzhou behind him, casting a warning glance at Luo Jin. Without uttering a word, he started to lead Zhouzhou away.

Luo Jin made no move to stop them, his smile deepening. Since she had willingly walked into the lion’s den, he wouldn’t hold back.

Wangcai, irritated by Wan Leng’s slow pace, let out an “awooh” and crouched down, glancing back at Zhouzhou. She understood instantly, clambering onto Wangcai’s back with Jinbao quickly hopping onto her shoulder.

Wangcai cast a disdainful glance at Jinbao but said nothing, barking excitedly as it dashed forward.

Seated on Wangcai’s back, Zhouzhou observed her surroundings. Indeed, they were on an island, sparsely populated, with few but notably large houses. Within these houses, she could vaguely perceive glows of virtue.

Zhouzhou stared in wonder, never having seen so much virtue light in one place. Jinbao, even more, exhilarated, sniffed the air joyfully, feeling like it had returned to a prosperous haven.

Wangcai, familiar with the island from his upbringing despite roaming wild for half a year, soon recalled the paths.

It led Zhouzhou to a particular room. Hearing the noise, Chen Tuo turned around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Zhouzhou.

“Master Zhou, you’re here! Come quickly and check on the boss.” He hurriedly stepped aside to make way.

Zhouzhou jumped off Wangcai’s back, noticing a group of people inside, all curiously watching her.

She returned their gazes briefly before focusing on Ye Lingfeng, whose face sheathed in a deep frown as she rushed to his side.

Ye Lingfeng lay on the bed, eyes closed, lips a dark hue, a clear sign of severe poisoning.

Hastily, Zhouzhou placed her chubby hand on his pulse. This action caused the surrounding onlookers to exchange skeptical glances. A child practicing traditional medicine?

Among them, a stern-looking man turned to Chen Tuo, whispering, “Is the person you found reliable?”

He had initially intended to invite Doctor Liu, a renowned physician, but Chen Tuo had claimed to know someone even more skilled and had already arranged for her arrival. The sight of this tiny child left him doubting.

Chen Tuo, however, was completely at ease. Seeing Zhouzhou, he felt his anxiety melt away. With a cheeky grin, he winked at the stern man, “Director Zhao, you might not know this, but Master Zhou here may be young, but her skills are formidable. She’s the master of the Doctor Liu you wanted to invite!”

“What?” Zhao Xinghua stared in disbelief at Zhouzhou, still finding it hard to accept.

Wen Jing approached, smiling, “It’s true. Moreover, Zhouzhou is arguably the foremost expert in metaphysics today.”

Hearing this, Zhao Xinghua was even more astonished. But Wen Jing’s reliability reassured him. If she vouched for Zhouzhou, it must be true. So this little girl was indeed that extraordinary?

Chen Tuo, seeing Zhao’s thoughts, leaned in and whispered, “Master Zhou is our boss’s daughter, his biological daughter. Truly a case of like father, like daughter.”

“Also, didn’t Team Leader Qi always want to recruit a certain little girl? That’s our Master Zhou. She’s also incredibly skilled in martial arts.” He finished with a proud smile.

Zhao Xinghua, now understanding, recalled that Ye Lingfeng had once boasted about his daughter during a midnight phone call. He just hadn’t realized she was so talented.

Zhouzhou, ignoring their conversation, carefully took Ye Lingfeng’s pulse, her face growing serious. This poison was unfamiliar to her and complex to treat.

Without delay, she retrieved a detox pill from her bag and administered it to him. This pill, which she had crafted earlier, could suppress a wide range of toxins but wouldn’t suffice for a complete cure.

She swiftly climbed onto the bed, unbuttoned Ye Lingfeng’s shirt, and inserted her golden needles into specific acupuncture points. “Sister Marvelous, I need your help,” she called without lifting her head.

Wen Jing stepped forward immediately, “What do you need me to do?”

“Help me brew a medicine. I’ll recite the formula; you write it down.”

So there was a solution after all? Wen Jing’s eyes sparkled as she pulled out a notebook, “Go ahead.”

“Scutellaria, coptis, indigo…” Zhouzhou listed the ingredients.

Wen Jing jotted them down, then hesitated, “Why such large quantities?”

Each ingredient amounted to over a pound, seemingly for multiple doses. Zhouzhou shook her head, “Brew them all and have a sharp tongue Daddy soak in it. Let’s see if it can draw out the poison.”

At least partially, if not entirely. Wen Jing, trusting Zhouzhou’s superior medical skills, asked no further questions and went to prepare the medicine.

Zhao Xinghua watched Zhouzhou in amazement. She truly was adept at medicine. His curiosity deepened.

Wen Jing worked swiftly, soon returning with the prepared medicine. Zhouzhou, having just removed the needles, instructed Chen Tuo to place Ye Lingfeng in the medicinal bath.

Instead of leaving, she stood on a stool, pressing her fingers from his Quchi point to his Dazhui point repeatedly before lightly slicing his fingertip with a blade. Black, viscous blood oozed out.

Chen Tuo quickly brought a basin to catch it. Only when the blood turned a normal color did Zhouzhou apply a hemostatic pill, crushed and sprinkled on the wound. By then, Ye Lingfeng’s face had regained some color.

Watching Zhouzhou’s hemostatic pill in action, Zhao Xinghua squinted thoughtfully. Months ago, Ye Lingfeng had demonstrated the efficacy of a similar pill, leading them to mass-produce it.

How did she have it? Was the formula originally from her? If so, not just Qi Hua but even he would want to recruit this talented girl. Skilled in martial arts, metaphysics, and medicine, she was invaluable anywhere.

As these thoughts filled his mind, Ye Lingfeng, sensing the intensity of Zhao Xinghua’s gaze, slowly opened his eyes and, meeting Zhao’s eyes directly, weakly but firmly declared, “Don’t covet my daughter!”