Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Jingshu continued walking along the street. She hadn't gone far when she saw a large crowd of passersby gathered at the intersection ahead, with noisy shouts coming intermittently from the center of the crowd.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly squeezed into the crowd, immediately spotting Old Master Mo lying on the ground, unconscious.

Shen Jingshu immediately knelt down and carefully helped the old man sit up. She clearly remembered that Grandpa Mo suffered from heart disease and always carried his life-saving pills with him. She quickly reached out and carefully searched the old man's pockets and his cloth bag, but after searching for a long time, she still couldn't find the bottle of emergency medication.

Her heart sank slightly.

Something's not right. In her previous life, when she saved the old man, she clearly found the pills without any problems. Why are they missing in this life?

There was no time for her to ponder the reasons. Shen Jingshu carefully laid Old Master Mo flat on the ground and reached out to unbutton the old man's outer garment.

The surrounding onlookers were instantly in an uproar, with murmurs rising and falling.

"Hey young lady, what are you doing? The old man is unconscious, don't do anything rash!"

Shen Jingshu didn't even look up, explaining quickly and in a deep voice, "I understand traditional Chinese medicine. The old man is having an acute heart attack, and we can't find his emergency medication. Delaying this will be very dangerous. I need to administer acupuncture to temporarily stabilize his condition. Please everyone step back and make room for ventilation!"

The crowd was so densely packed that no one was willing to disperse easily. At this moment, an elderly man, over sixty years old, stepped forward, his face full of concern, and began to dissuade them:

"Young lady, we already called 120, and the ambulance will be here soon. I advise you not to act rashly. Traditional Chinese medicine is an ancient Chinese heritage. Which doctor hasn't spent decades studying diligently to become a master? You look so young, yet you claim to be an expert in traditional Chinese medicine. Who would believe you so easily? What if you give the wrong treatment? The old man could have held on until the ambulance arrived, but instead, you've caused an accident. Can you bear the responsibility then?"

Shen Jingshu knew that the old man's words of intervention came from a good intention, but with lives at stake, there was no time to waste. She spoke calmly and loudly, "If anything goes wrong, I will take full responsibility. Please step back and make room for ventilation!"

Seeing that her attempts to dissuade her were futile, the onlookers persisted in their efforts, sparking a murmur of discussion. The antique street was mostly frequented by elderly people, with few young people, and for a time, no one stepped forward to help.

Shen Jingshu stopped arguing and carefully laid Old Master Mo down, quickly unbuttoning his outer garment. Fortunately, the temperature wasn't low, and the old man was only lightly dressed, so there was no need to worry about him catching a cold. She reached for her crossbody bag and, using it as cover, quietly took out a box of gold needles from her personal storage space.

The Xuanmen tradition encompasses everything, including music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and traditional Chinese medicine. Shen Jingshu has studied all of these, and her medical skills are particularly profound, but she has never had the opportunity to use them in the past.

Seeing that Old Master Mo's face was gradually turning bluish-purple and his breathing was becoming increasingly weak, Shen Jingshu no longer hesitated. She picked up several gold needles with her fingertips, her eyes precisely locking onto the acupoints, and inserted the needles quickly, accurately, and steadily. In a short while, several gold needles were inserted into the acupoints in an orderly manner, scattered across the old man's chest and wrists.

The surrounding crowd gasped in shock, holding their breath and daring not to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Shen Jingshu's acupuncture treatment. If she misjudged the acupoints, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As the golden needles were inserted, Shen Jingshu channeled a wisp of spiritual energy, slowly guiding it into Old Master Mo's body along the needle's tip. The old man, whose face had been bluish-purple and who was on the verge of suffocation, gradually regained his composure. Not long after, Old Master Mo's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and awoke.

The moment he woke up, he instinctively tried to push himself up from the ground.

"Don't move!" Shen Jingshu called out to stop her. "You still have needles in your body, you absolutely cannot move."

Grandpa Mo looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person who had saved him was a young girl, and the needles inserted into his body were rare medical gold needles. He was greatly shocked. In the field of traditional Chinese medicine, those who could skillfully use gold needles were all renowned senior figures in the industry, and he never expected that such skill would fall into the hands of a young girl.

Grandpa Mo quietly lay back down on the ground as instructed, clearly feeling a continuous flow of warm air surging from his acupoints, spreading to his limbs and bones. The suffocating palpitations and the crushing pain in his chest quickly dissipated, and he felt much more comfortable.

Seeing that the old man's breathing had completely stabilized, Shen Jingshu finally felt relieved: "Grandpa, I'm going to remove the acupuncture needles now. Please don't move your body unnecessarily."

"it is good."

Shen Jingshu moved swiftly, removing all the gold needles one by one, wiping them clean with a clean soft cloth, and neatly putting them back into the needle box.

Just as she finished getting ready, the urgent siren of an ambulance came from afar.

The ambulance siren grew louder as paramedics rushed over with a stretcher. Seeing this, Shen Jingshu silently retreated, disappearing into the crowd, intending to leave quietly.

"Young lady, please wait!" Old Master Mo hurriedly called out to her, "What's your name? Could you leave your contact information?"

Shen Jingshu stopped and turned to look at the old man on the stretcher, calmly saying, "My name is Shen Jingshu."

She didn't linger after speaking. The medical staff carefully helped Grandpa Mo onto a stretcher and quickly put him in an ambulance, which sped away.

Shen Jingshu came here specifically to save Old Master Mo; she had no intention of pursuing a nameless, unremarkable reputation. With Old Master Mo's connections and influence, finding out about her using only a name wouldn't be difficult. Having made up her mind, she turned and slowly walked away down the street.

Recalling the scene just now, Shen Jingshu pondered silently. The environment was noisy and chaotic, and administering acupuncture in public was extremely dangerous. If someone had rashly stepped forward to disturb her, causing her to lose focus, the slightest deviation could have led to an irreparable disaster. But if given the chance, she still wouldn't stand idly by. Saving a life naturally brings merit, and at this moment, she clearly felt a wisp of newfound merit emanating from her body—the result of saving Old Master Mo.

Old Master Mo had accumulated a lifetime of good deeds, and his body should have been surrounded by a thick aura of merit. During the emergency when she was rescuing people, she hadn't had time to observe him closely. Now, calming down and recalling the old man's face, Shen Jingshu keenly noticed something unusual.

Today's sudden heart attack is probably not a simple accident; someone is secretly behind it.

However, the time was not right, and she did not reveal the secret on the spot.

She slightly raised the corners of her lips, understanding dawning on her.

There's no need to rush. Before long, I will surely meet Grandpa Mo again.