The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 33: 031 In the ancient medical field, no one can compare to her.

Editor: Henyee Translations

The Meng Family is one of the significant wealthy families of the Imperial Capital, with many members across both the Main House and the branch families.

Madam Mu had married into the Mu family for over twenty years and actually had seen Mu Heqing only a few times.

But she also knew that Mu Heqing’s exclusive car was a black Maybach.

This Maybach had been custom-made, the only one in Hua Country, but…

Madam Mu frowned.

She had not failed to recognize the foster daughter of the Ying Family, which was precisely why she hesitated.

With Mu Heqing’s status, even the heads of other wealthy families in the Imperial Capital treated him with great respect. How could he possibly be acquainted with a foster daughter without any formal recognition?

Madam Mu’s expression became distant, as she lowered her head and took out her phone from the bag, “Manhua, wait a moment, I need to make a call.”

If it really were Mu Heqing’s car, she couldn’t just go up there directly; that would be disrespectful.

If it wasn’t, she couldn’t be bothered to go up at all.

Zhong Manhua forced a smile and had no choice but to stand there, her hands trembling slightly because of the embarrassment bubbling up inside her.

She made a concerted effort to restrain her anger, averted her gaze, and didn’t even want to take another look.

**

Above the Maybach.

Mu Cheng glanced at his phone for a second and did not bother with the incoming call, “Miss Ying, I’ve finally found you.”

With the Mu family’s capabilities, investigating a person’s identity was easy.

Moreover, Ying Zijin hadn’t made any effort to hide it.

Ying Zijin lowered her head, “Hmm, did you need me for something?”

Mu Cheng glanced at Mu Heqing before saying, “Elder Mu is leaving Shanghai City tomorrow and would like to see you once more before he goes.”

After returning to his residence in Shanghai City that day, he had specially contacted the Meng Family of the Imperial Capital.

Mu Cheng hadn’t mentioned who the medical expert was, just vaguely asked a question, and that’s how he found out just how frightening Miss Ying’s medical skills truly were.

Even among those renowned in the Ancient medical field, they probably couldn’t hold a candle to her.

Ying Zijin nodded, “Elder Mu just needs to avoid smoking and drinking, and his health will be much better.”

Mu Heqing coughed awkwardly, his expression serious, “I’ll take care of that old man myself.”

Mu Cheng’s foot shook, and he almost slammed on the accelerator and sped away.

For years, nobody had been able to persuade Mu Heqing. Just one sentence from Miss Ying seemed to have had an effect.

That was too…

“Miss Ying, I don’t have much to offer you.” Mu Cheng secretly wiped a bit of sweat and took out an exquisite box, “This is a token of Elder Mu’s gratitude, please be sure to accept it.”

These were silver and golden needles bought specially from the Ancient Medical community, costing over ten million.

Ying Zijin’s gaze became focused for a moment, but she didn’t refuse, accepting it, “Thank you.”

The specially made silver and golden needles could increase the treatment’s effectiveness by several dozen times.

She indeed needed them.

“There’s also this.” Mu Cheng handed over a piece of paper, “This is one of Elder Mu’s properties in Shanghai City, with an annual turnover of around Fifty Million. It’s a bit less, but…”

On the paper, a hospital name was prominently written.

Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly.

She hadn’t expected that this sizable Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital in Shanghai City would belong to the Mu Family of the Imperial Capital.

“Don’t refuse it,” Mu Heqing coughed again, “You know medicine; it couldn’t be more suitable for you.”

He paused, somewhat arrogantly, “As long as you accept it, I will absolutely not touch cigarettes or alcohol.”

Mu Cheng, “???”

Wait, was that a threat?

“Thank you for Elder Mu’s kindness, but I won’t accept this.” Ying Zijin bowed her head with a light chuckle, “I’m quite lazy and, at most, could occasionally help out at the hospital with some difficult and miscellaneous diseases.”

She did indeed need money and to dabble in her old profession.

“That’s fine too,” Mu Heqing frowned, “I didn’t think it through. In that case, I’ll have Mu Cheng set up a special consultation room just for you; it won’t let too many people bother you.”

“But the revenue from the hospital will be transferred directly to your account.”

Having said that, and fearing that the girl would refuse, Mu Heqing quickly had Mu Cheng drive away, at quite a speed.

“…”

Ying Zijin turned her head and placed the box into her backpack, “I’m going to eat Japanese food today.”

Fu Yunshen directly took her backpack, his movements languid, “Brother will carry it for you.”

At that moment, the phone beeped once, and a new message appeared on WeChat.

Fu Yunshen looked down and raised an eyebrow when he saw that it was an avatar of a crane.

[You little brat, not even a greeting when you see me? Getting bold, are we?]

He curled his lips and replied at a leisurely pace.

[Isn’t it because I’m afraid that just by opening my mouth, I’ll make you so angry that it’ll shorten your life span?]

[…]

[You little brat, better keep your distance from that young lady, don’t cause her trouble.]

Fu Yunshen glanced at the girl beside him and chuckled softly.

[Can’t do that, no signal, signing off.]

Mu Heqing looked at this message and really wanted to block Fu Yunshen right then and there.

His finger twitched, but he held back.

No anger, he can’t afford to get angry.

“Master, just now there was a call from the Fifth Master’s house, perhaps asking when you’ll return,” Mu Cheng spoke up, “Shall we return a call?”

With his eyes closed, Mu Heqing replied indifferently, “No need.”

**

The next day.

Ying Zijin arrived at school a bit early, at seven.

But this time, unlike usual, the Elite Class hadn’t started their morning reading early.

The students were all standing in front of the classroom, pinching their noses with disgusted expressions.

The back of the classroom was piled with trash, reeking to high heaven.

“It’s so dirty, who did this?”

“Our class has never been this filthy…”

Zhong Zhiwan frowned, “What’s going on? Didn’t the student on duty yesterday clean up? Who was on duty?”

The life committee member was stunned, “It was Ying Zijin, but…”

But when he left, the trash can was empty.

“What ‘but’? She just didn’t do her duty.” Ying Feifei laughed scornfully, “And she turned the class into this. She simply wants to tarnish our class’s reputation.”

The Elite Class naturally strives to be the best in everything, including cleanliness.

How could they win the red flag like this?

Lu Fang suddenly said out loud, “Here she comes, she’s here.”

The students immediately made way.

Ying Zijin walked in, still with a bare face and the simple school uniform.

She swept a glance at the students standing around and went straight to the trash can, giving it a fleeting look.

In the trash can, there were her textbooks, reference books, and the exercise set that Teacher Deng had given her yesterday.

All had been torn into big and small pieces, stained with grease, absolutely unrecognizable.

The girl just stood there silently looking at the ground, her face void of any expression.

But strangely, the pressure in the classroom became heavier and heavier.

“Ying Zijin, weren’t you on duty yesterday?” Ying Feifei seized the opportunity to taunt, “Did you do a duty of loneliness?”

“Enough, stop it,” Zhong Zhiwan raised her hand, “Let’s all clean it up together before the student council arrives.”

“Why should we?” Ying Feifei retorted coldly, “She caused it, she should clean it up alone…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Ying Zijin moved.

She looked up, emotionlessly took a step forward, and dragged Ying Feifei out of the crowd by one hand.

In front of the whole class, she pressed Ying Feifei’s head directly into the trash can.