From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

These past few days, the atmosphere at the Zhus’ residence had been strange, with the servants treading carefully in fear of overstepping boundaries.

Ming Jing had been elusive, and even Zhu Xiangxiang was unable to track her whereabouts.

On Sunday morning, the servants discovered that Granny Zhu was ill and quickly informed Lin Qing.

Granny Zhu had always been in good health and rarely fell ill, but she was getting older, and it was not surprising that she had some health issues.

According to Madam Zhou, Granny Zhu had not had an appetite for days and had been unable to sleep well at night. As she was getting older, it was only a matter of time before she would fall ill due to exhaustion.

Lin Qing hurriedly dialed 120 and then informed Zhu Wentao.

His company had been very busy, and Zhu Wentao hadn’t been back home for three days.

When the filial Zhu Wentao heard that his mother was sick, he initially panicked but soon calmed down and told Lin Qing to take good care of her while he was unable to come home. Once he finished his work, he would visit the hospital. His assistant called him into a meeting, and Zhu Wentao hurriedly hung up the phone after speaking.

Lin Qing held the receiver, feeling a little stunned. Her intuition told her something must have happened at the company.

With Shaodan’s issue unresolved, Granny falling ill, and now problems at the company, it truly felt like misfortune had come all at once.

All of these incidents occurred after Ming Jing’s return, forcing her to wonder if this girl was a curse upon their family.

She looked up and saw Ming Jing coming down from the second floor, dressed in a white cotton robe with a look of peaceful indifference on her face, giving her an air of a celestial being.

Ming Jing didn’t spare her a glance, making her feel like she was as unimportant as air. Lin Qing clenched her fist in anger as Ming Jing walked past her, a faint scent of sandalwood intermingled with a hint of mint and the refreshing fragrance of forest plants catching Lin Qing’s attention.

The scent was faint and delicate, like a cool breeze on a summer night, gently soothing her rage.

The moment Lin Qing was taken aback, Ming Jing had already entered Granny Zhu’s bedroom.

Granny Zhu lay in bed, her face pale, and moaned unintelligibly. Madam Zhou sat by the bedside with a worried expression. As soon as she saw Ming Jing enter, she quickly stood up and said, “Ms. Ming Jing.”

Ming Jing approached the bedside, looked down, and suddenly placed her hand on Granny Zhu’s pulse.

Madam Zhou exclaimed in surprise, “Miss, do you know how to treat illnesses?”

Ming Jing did not reply. Lin Qing, who had followed Ming Jing into the room, sneered, “She knows how to treat illnesses? What a joke.”

Madam Zhou quickly relayed all she knew.

Ming Jing said, “Go to my room, there’s a black bundle in the drawer beside my bed. Bring it to me.”

Madam Zhou hurriedly agreed and rushed off.

Ming Jing checked Granny Zhu’s eyes and nails and determined the cause of her illness.

Madam Zhou came back at a run, handing a black bundle, wrapped with white string, to Ming Jing. Opening it revealed a row of silver needles, varying in size and style.

Ming Jing’s slender white fingers gently brushed the needles as she said, “Remove Granny’s upper garments.”

Madam Zhou quickly obliged, efficiently removing Granny Zhu’s blouse.

Ming Jing picked up a silver needle, and Lin Qing angrily grabbed her wrist, demanding, “What are you doing? Do you want to kill your grandmother?” Ming Jing did not look at her but calmly stated, “Let go.”

Her constant lack of emotion made it impossible to determine if she was angry or happy, and her inscrutability was what made her all the more terrifying.

Lin Qing was about to release her hand subconsciously but reminded herself that she was Ming Jing’s biological mother and elder; Ming Jing shouldn’t be speaking to her in such a tone. Anger trumped fear.

“Do you know anything about medicine? Don’t mess around here. If you worsen your grandmother’s condition, even ten of your lives won’t be enough to make amends.”

Ming Jing flicked her wrist gently, causing Lin Qing to cry out in surprise as her entire arm went numb, forcing her to retreat. Ming Jing sternly instructed, “Stop her from interfering.”

Granny Zhu whimpered as needles were placed at several points on her chest, her breathing gradually slowing from rapid to calm and steady.

In amazement, Madam Zhou exclaimed, “Old Madam’s complexion has improved! Ms. Ming Jing, you are a miracle doctor!”

Ming Jing removed the needles and replied lightly, “I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a miracle doctor, but I’ve learned some medical skills from my master. Granny Zhu has an overactive thyroid due to old age. She needs to worry less and eat a mild diet with little spicy or stimulating foods. I’ll write a prescription for you to prepare some herbal medicine for her. Within a week, she should be better. Additionally, I’ll give you a recipe for a medicinal meal to help her adjust to it daily.”

Ming Jing handed the prescription to Madam Zhou, who quickly sent someone to fetch the medicine and stayed by Granny Zhu’s bedside, never leaving her side.

After all that had happened, Lin Qing wanted to say something but found herself at a loss.

Just then, the ambulance arrived, accompanied by a middle-aged man named

Wu Zheng, an expert from a renowned hospital. He had been employed as the Zhus’ family doctor, and whenever a family member had a minor ailment, he would make a house call. Lin Qing had called him earlier, and upon hearing that Granny Zhu had fallen into a coma, he had hurried over with the ambulance, fearing the worst.

Lin Qing hurriedly said, “Professor Wu, please take a look at my mother. This girl used needles on her without my permission. What does a young girl like her know? Don’t make my mother’s situation worse.”

Wu Zheng glanced at Ming Jing, who was a tall and silent young girl. She had left the room as soon as they entered.

Not wanting to waste time, Wu Zheng quickly examined Granny Zhu and declared with surprise, “Old Madam has an overactive thyroid.” Madam Zhou chimed in, “Just as Ms. Ming Jing said.”

Wu Zheng thought to himself, this young girl indeed had skills.

“She saved Old Madam’s life with her timely use of needles.

Madam Zhou immediately added, “Ms. Ming Jing is very amazing. She even gave me a prescription for Old Madam to drink.”

Madam Zhou handed Wu Zheng the prescription, and he praised, “This is a good prescription, focusing on gentle nourishment suitable for the elderly. It seems your daughter is quite a skilled healer.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to have Old Madam hospitalized for a thorough examination? I’m not reassured,” Lin Qing suggested.

Wu Zheng smiled, “Madam, Old Madam is elderly and can’t handle the stress of hospitalization. Besides, the hospital environment is not conducive to her recovery. Since your daughter is a medical expert and knows how to care for the elderly, I wouldn’t worry too much..”