Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 744 - 745: King of Acupuncture

Chapter 744: Chapter 745: King of Acupuncture

"Brother-in-law... don’t scare me..." Shui Qinghe looked at Song Xiaodong with a pitiful expression, her voice trembling slightly.

Song Xiaodong said, "I’m not scaring you. If you don’t believe me, go to the hospital tomorrow and get a scan. The results will come out quickly."

"Will... will I die?" Shui Qinghe felt her body go weak, could no longer sit up, and collapsed toward Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong quickly reached out to support her waist and said, "No worries, I’m here; I can cure you."

"Ah! Right, since you were able to diagnose it, you can definitely treat me, right?" Shui Qinghe, like grabbing a lifeline, clung to Song Xiaodong’s arm right away.

"Of course, I can treat it, but it’s not something a few needles can cure. The brain is very complex and it must be addressed gradually. It might take a month or two to heal."

Shui Qinghe immediately nodded continuously and said, "Okay, as long as it can be healed, that’s all that matters. I don’t want to die so soon. I haven’t even dated, I don’t have a boyfriend yet, and there are so many fun things I still want to do."

At this time, Qingyue’s father sighed with relief and said, "Since it can be treated, then it shouldn’t be a big problem. I really got a scare earlier."

Song Xiaodong said, "Well, if you don’t have anything else to do, then come back to Ming River with me this time. You can stay at my house for a while, which will make it easier for me to treat you."

"Yes, sure!" Shui Qinghe nodded repeatedly.

Shui Qingyue’s father immediately said, "Then you should go quickly and inform your parents, and get ready."

Shui Qinghe hurriedly ran out, but after a few steps, she stopped, turned her head, and looked at Song Xiaodong nervously, asking, "Could I suddenly die from running like this?"

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly and said, "No, the tumor should not be big right now, so it has only slightly affected your brain function; it shouldn’t impact anything you do—don’t feel pressured."

"Okay!" Shui Qinghe agreed and then quickly walked out.

Upon returning to her villa, Shui Qinghe immediately told her parents about it. They were startled, and quite skeptical of Song Xiaodong’s diagnosis, promptly took Shui Qingyue to the hospital.

The results of the brain CT scan came out quickly, confirming indeed there was a tumor.

This truly terrified Qinghe’s parents, who asked the doctors about potential treatments. The doctors took it very seriously and recommended they consult with a brain specialist to determine the treatment plan.

When they got back to the Shui Family’s home, the main figures of the family had already started hosting a banquet in honor of Song Xiaodong at the main villa.

This time, family members, both young and old, were all participating. Old Master Shui had specifically arranged it this way to indicate that it was a family banquet, recognizing Song Xiaodong not because he was the head of the Su Family, but because he was the son-in-law of the Shui Family.

Shui Qingyue’s family was seated directly with the Old Master, elevating their status to the highest within the Shui Family. The other members of the Shui family had no objections since he was a valued son-in-law.

"Fifth Elder, knowing it was dinner, why did you come back so late?" Old Master Shui saw Shui Qinghe and the others returning and immediately frowned.

"Dad, we took Qinghe to the hospital."

"To the hospital? Qinghe is lively and jumping around; why go to the hospital?" The old man’s brow furrowed more deeply.

Shui Qingyue’s father immediately said, "Song Xiaodong examined Qinghe and said there is a tumor in her brain."

The old master’s face darkened instantly. He was very fond of his lively granddaughter and anxiously asked, "How did the examination go?"

"Indeed, it is so." Shui Qinghe’s father nodded somberly.

Suddenly, Shui Qinghe darted behind Song Xiaodong, clutching his arm, and said, "Brother-in-law, what you said, that you can cure me, you weren’t lying to me, were you?"

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "Of course, I would not lie to you. I promise that within two months, I’ll eliminate the tumor in your brain without surgery and without any side effects."

"Can it really be so?" Old Master Shui asked in surprise.

Song Xiaodong said with a smile, "Old Shui! You must have heard of someone called the ’King of Acupuncture,’ right?"

"King of Acupuncture, I know. He is quite famous in Beijing, specializing in treating the country’s top leaders. Are you saying that you are...," Old Master Shui’s eyes widened as he looked at Song Xiaodong.

"Yes, I am the King of Acupuncture," Song Xiaodong nodded.

Old Master Shui’s face twitched. He was truly deeply shaken, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

This was not only about Song Xiaodong’s medical skill, but more importantly, it concerned a certain relationship. Thinking about those dignified national leaders who fell ill and sought treatment from Song Xiaodong, it also meant that Song Xiaodong had extensive contact with these leaders.

The national leaders, usually being older, above sixty-five years old — even those are considered young. Most are over seventy. People of such age who work so heavily every day, if they don’t have good doctors to maintain their health, how could they have so much energy?

And this also meant how vitally important a skilled doctor was to a leader. Having such a connection, was not something ordinary people could reach.

No wonder Song Xiaodong was able to take charge of the Su family. It definitely had something to do with support from above.

This status, that was worth much more than being the family head of the Su Family.

"Very well!" Old Master Shui suddenly exclaimed twice, then looked at Shui Qingyue. His eyes beamed as if seeing a treasure, proud that his granddaughter had found such a man.

Old Master Shui, all smiles, said, "Qinghe, with the King of Acupuncture having provided such a guarantee, you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Hearing her grandfather say this, Shui Qinghe’s expression also relaxed, and she said, "Then, brother-in-law, I’m counting on you. If you can’t cure me, I won’t accept it."

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily and said, "If I can’t cure you, your cousin won’t let me off, either. I wouldn’t dare."

Everyone followed with a laugh, the heavy atmosphere easing immediately.

The dinner was thoroughly enjoyable; Old Master Shui even drank too much. It wasn’t until after nine o’clock that Song Xiaodong and Shui Qingyue returned to the small villa where they were staying.

Shui Qingyue’s father had also had quite a bit to drink and went straight to bed upon returning.

Shui Qingyue’s mother said, "Little Song, you go take a shower first, and Qingyue, I’ll bring you a pillow."

"Ah?" Shui Qingyue hesitated.

"What do you mean, ’Ah’? Little Song is here, how can we let him sleep in the guest room? I’m not that old-fashioned. Oh, right, go find a set of your father’s pajamas for Little Song. Never mind, I’ll go get it."

Having said that, Shui Qingyue’s mother hastened upstairs, leaving Song Xiaodong and Shui Qingyue exchanging bewildered looks.