Chapter 460 - 459: The National Healer Is Actually Me

’He might be disabled now, but you can choose to be happy for a day or you can choose to be emo for a day. Why not just be happy every day?’

"Brother, I gave you a Nourishing Body Pill before, didn’t I? It’s been a while. What did the doctors say in their diagnosis?"

Although Lu Yunzhou didn’t look like he was affected, Lu Yunque knew he was just hiding all his negative emotions because he was afraid of worrying their family.

"I had the doctors check me over. My physical condition has indeed improved a lot, but it’s still very difficult to stand up again."

No one knew the extent of his injuries better than Lu Yunzhou himself.

Getting back on his feet wasn’t something that could be achieved by just taking a couple of pills.

Seeing Lu Yunzhou like this, Yun Zijin felt a bit upset.

Although she had now learned the Intermediate Acupuncture Technique, Yun Zijin had no idea how she was supposed to tell them.

No matter how you looked at it, Yun Zijin didn’t seem like someone who would know the Acupuncture Skill.

She had to find a suitable reason to make Lu Yunque and the others trust her and agree to let her perform acupuncture on Lu Yunzhou.

"If Western medicine can’t cure it, have you tried traditional Chinese medicine?"

Although she couldn’t reveal that she knew the Acupuncture Skill yet, Yun Zijin couldn’t help but ask.

’Logically, if there was a powerful traditional Chinese medicine doctor, it shouldn’t be completely hopeless, right?’

"We’ve tried. They didn’t declare it a lost cause, but it was close.

Everyone said the chances were minuscule. The National Medical Saint Hand, Mr. Qingyun, is notoriously hard to find, and we still haven’t located him."

Hearing "National Medical Saint Hand, Mr. Qingyun," Yun Zijin’s eyes flickered. ’Did I see that name in the materials for the Acupuncture Skill the system gave me?’

’What’s going on? Don’t tell me someone in the real world actually knows the system’s Acupuncture Skill?’

Lost in thought, Yun Zijin’s expression went blank.

Both Lu Yunque and Lu Yunzhou noticed that something was off with Yun Zijin. They exchanged a look but didn’t interrupt her.

When Yun Zijin snapped out of it, she realized she had just been acting strangely.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something and got a little lost in thought."

"It’s fine. If you have something to do, you can go. Don’t worry about me."

The last thing Lu Yunzhou wanted right now was for his family to drop what they were doing for his sake.

"It’s nothing important. On the contrary, I was the one who lost my composure just now. Please don’t mind me, Brother."

Yun Zijin genuinely felt embarrassed. After all, here she was in someone else’s hospital room, spacing out and getting lost in thought.

Lu Yunque found it a little funny and ruffled Yun Zijin’s hair. "Brother, she didn’t do it on purpose."

Lu Yunzhou sighed helplessly. "Everything is fine here. If you two are busy, you can go. You don’t have to always make time to come see me."

’This is the Lu Family’s private hospital. As a Lu Family member, did he really need to worry that the doctors and nurses wouldn’t treat him well?’

’If he complained, the person in question would be fired in an instant. No one, unless they were a complete fool, would make such a stupid mistake.’

"We finished up our business before coming over today, otherwise we would have been here this morning."

After Lu Yunque spoke, Yun Zijin nodded. "He’s right."

Yun Zijin was still thinking about the fleeting mention of Mr. Qingyun. Using the excuse of needing the restroom, she went into the private bathroom in the hospital room.

As soon as she entered the bathroom, Yun Zijin started rummaging through her system inventory and took out the materials for the Acupuncture Skill.

And there, at the very end of the Acupuncture Skill materials, she finally saw the truth: by learning the Acupuncture Skill provided by the system, she had become Mr. Qingyun.

She recalled how Lu Yunque had just said Mr. Qingyun’s whereabouts were a mystery and that the Lu Family had used all their connections but still couldn’t find him.

Yun Zijin wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead. ’I can’t believe it... the National Medical Saint Hand is me!’

Moreover, to increase her credibility, the system had even prepared an identity token for her as Mr. Qingyun—a token carved from a single piece of icy-white jadeite.

A piece of jade this large... even if someone wanted to forge it, they might not have the resources.

And anyone who did have the resources to forge it wouldn’t need the identity of Mr. Qingyun.

Yun Zijin put the token, engraved with the two words "Qingyun," into her bag. Although she hadn’t actually needed to go, Yun Zijin still flushed the toilet for show and washed her hands before leaving the bathroom.

"Ahem, um... Lu Yunque, Brother... if I said... that I’m the National Medical Saint Hand, Mr. Qingyun, would you believe me?"

To be honest, even Yun Zijin herself didn’t quite believe it, so her words carried zero conviction.

Both Lu Yunque and Lu Yunzhou gave Yun Zijin a look that said, "Do I look like I believe you?" and Lu Yunque added, "Zijin, this isn’t something to joke about."

Although Lu Yunque had never met the National Medical Saint Hand, Mr. Qingyun, in his mind, the Saint Hand should at least be a middle-aged or elderly person with graying temples.

In traditional Chinese medicine, you have to put in the years. The older a doctor is, the more trustworthy they seem.

"I’ve heard the National Medical Saint Hand has a token made from a single piece of jade. Do you know about that, Zijin?"

"Of course! Isn’t this it?"

Yun Zijin took the token out of her bag and handed it to Lu Yunzhou. "Brother, look. This is real, right?"

Yun Zijin handed the token to Lu Yunzhou, letting him examine it freely.

Lu Yunzhou took the jadeite token from Yun Zijin’s hand and examined it closely. The two words "Qingyun" engraved on it were powerful and vigorous; it certainly didn’t look like a fake.

But to believe that someone as young as Yun Zijin had become the National Medical Saint Hand was something that completely overturned his prior understanding of the world.

’Doesn’t traditional Chinese medicine place the most importance on years of practice? At her age, Yun Zijin couldn’t have been practicing for more than five years, could she?’

Lu Yunque also had a look of utter disbelief on his face. How could he not know that his own girlfriend was the National Medical Saint Hand? Had she hidden it that well?

"If you’ve authenticated it and confirmed it’s real, Brother, how about I take your pulse?"

Although the system had given her the Acupuncture Skill, Yun Zijin also knew the basics of pulse diagnosis.

Lu Yunque and Lu Yunzhou exchanged a glance. Finally, Lu Yunzhou nodded. "Alright. Go ahead."

Receiving Lu Yunzhou’s consent, a smile appeared on Yun Zijin’s face. "Brother, place your hand on the nightstand."

Yun Zijin moved a stool to the bedside, placed her fingers on Lu Yunzhou’s wrist, and began taking his pulse.

Lu Yunque’s eyes were fixed on Yun Zijin, terrified that after taking the pulse, she would announce a fact he couldn’t accept.

After a long moment, Yun Zijin withdrew her hand. "The situation is indeed quite serious, but it’s not untreatable."

When Yun Zijin said the first part of her sentence, the expressions on both Lu Yunque and Lu Yunzhou’s faces changed. But at the second part, both of them instantly relaxed.

"Zijin, are you serious? It can really be treated?"

Lu Yunque looked at Yun Zijin with hopeful trepidation. It was because they had been given a "death sentence" by doctors too many times before.

Now that Yun Zijin was saying it was treatable, they both felt as if they were dreaming. It felt completely unreal.

"Of course. I never lie about things like this."