True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

Hearing this, Butler Ling hesitated.

If it was the previous Ying Zijin, this kind of thing shouldn't involve her.

But now she is still the number one genius in the ancient medical field, and the Ling family has climbed high.

"When the young master was discussing with other guards in the Judicial Hall, he was injured a little." Butler Ling still said, "But the master and his wife have already asked the ancient doctor to see it. It's nothing."

"Looking at your appearance, it's not that you were injured a little." Ying Zijin said lightly, "I'll take a look."

"Miss Ying!" Butler Ling became anxious and raised his hand to stop him.

But for a moment, he only felt that his whole body was paralyzed, and his inner strength could not be exerted.

When he regained his strength, the girl had already entered the back room from the hall.

The servants of the Ling Chonglou faction of the Ling family also knew Ying Zijin, so naturally they would not stop her.

Butler Ling hurriedly followed, too late to think about what happened just now.

The Ling family is different from other ancient medical families in ancient martial arts. The design of the houses tends to be modernized, which is simple and luxurious, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

Jiang Ran's bedroom.

Ling Zhonglou, Jiang Huaping and Ling Mianxi were all there.

The three of them sat beside the bed with solemn expressions.

On the bed, Jiang Ran was lying there with several layers of gauze wrapped around his head.

The blood has stopped, but the terrifying scarlet can still be seen.

"Patriarch, Madam, I've stabilized the young master's injury." The ancient doctor wiped off his sweat and took off the gold needle, "But his head was hit too hard, can he wake up or not? unknown."

Jiang Huaping's voice was very soft, and tears suddenly fell: "Unknown?"

"It depends on his will to survive." The ancient doctor was also embarrassed, "Madam, I am ashamed of my poor medical skills."

The ancient doctors are only one percent of the ancient warriors, and the powerful ancient doctors are occupied by the big families of the ancient martial arts.

For a medium-sized family like the Ling family, it is not bad to have a group of resident ancient doctors.

If the ancient doctor of Tianyimen was changed, Jiang Ran could easily be rescued.

What a strong person Jiang Huaping is, even though he knows no ancient martial arts, he dares to fight the enemy alone.

Ying Zijin has seen Jiang Huaping so many times, she is always smiling, even if she is injured.

But now, she is crying.

Ying Zijin stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'll pick him up from the guards at the Hall of Justice at night." Ling Mianxi let out a slow sigh of relief, "All the level-5 guards I befriended with him told me that they won't see him again after lunch."

The Judicial Hall includes food and lodging, as well as vacations.

Each guard is allowed one day off per week.

It was Jiang Ran's turn to rest tomorrow, so she would pick him up.

"I asked several times, and finally I asked one of the stewards. He said he was practicing martial arts in the back mountain, and then I went over to take a look." Ling Mianxi whispered, "He was lying on the ground, the blood on his head coagulated."

"I didn't dare to touch him, for fear of involving his injuries, so I had to call two ancient doctors from home to carry him back."

Just listening, Ying Zijin knew how badly Jiang Ran was injured.

Her hands paused, rolled up her sleeves, and sat down: "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, I'll show him."

Only then did Jiang Huaping realize that there was one more person in the room, and he raised his head suddenly, in astonishment: "Zijin, you—"

And hearing this, the ancient doctor on the side jumped up: "Miss Ying? Are you Miss Ying?!"

How could he be able to see the first genius of the ancient medical field here?

Ying Zijin disinfected his hand with alcohol: "Needle."

The ancient doctor hurriedly handed over a new box of gold and silver needles.

He couldn't take his eyes off the girl as the golden needles fell one by one, trying to determine which acupoint it was.

But in the end, the speed at which the girl dropped the needle was so fast that the ancient doctor was dazzled and fainted.

But this acupuncture method reminded ancient doctors of the records in books.

He was surprised: "Miss Ying used the thirteen needles of the ghost gate?"

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, the unique skill of the Heavenly Medicine Gate.

"Well." Ying Zijin said lightly, "I haven't used it for a long time, I'm not very familiar with it."

After she finished the injection, she took out two more medicines and asked Ling Zhonglou to feed Jiang Ran.

Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin removed the needle.

After a few minutes, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw the light again, he still felt unreal.

Jiang Ran looked at Ling Zhonglou, then at Ying Zijin, stunned: "My two fathers?"

Ling Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief.

It's funny, it shows that the brain is normal.

Ling Zhonglou's voice slowed down, soft and low: "Who did it? Tell Dad."

Jiang Ran finally recovered.

But he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Ling Zhonglou patiently said, "Don't worry about the rest, tell Dad quickly."

Jiang Ran still didn't say anything.

Ying Zijin also looked at him: "Say, who did it."

Jiang Ran opened his mouth, lowered his head, and said reluctantly, "Qiao family, Qiao Dong."

"Qiao's family?" Ling Zhonglou didn't care about Jiang Ran's cowardice so quickly, he frowned, "Is that the Qiao family affiliated to the Fan family?"

The Fan family is a big family in the ancient martial arts world.

Although they are not as good as Lin, Xie, and Yue, they are still in the top ten.

Jiang Ran nodded sullenly: "Well, he is eighty years old, I can't beat him."

After hearing this, Jiang Huaping laughed angrily: "Eighty years old, bullying my son has not even arrived in his twenties, does the Qiao family still have any shame?"

Generally, the older ancient warriors will not interfere in the affairs of the younger generation.

Except for the Xie family, but the Xie family really didn't dare to provoke them.

Ying Zijin asked again, "Why did he beat you?"

"Just... it's the weekend ring match." Jiang Ran said in a low voice, "The guard I'm fighting with is named Qiao Ting, and he is Qiao Dong's nephew. In order to let his nephew win, Qiao Dong wants me to withdraw from the ring match. If he didn't agree, he said he wanted to destroy me."

Jiang Huaping's fingers trembled with anger: "His nephew is fifty or sixty, right?"

Jiang Ran nodded again.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, his expression still calm: "Okay, I understand."

Ling Mianxi stood up slowly, her fingers clenched, her eyes cold: "Qiao Dong, right? I'll kill him!"

She was pampered and grew up, and Jiang Ran even more.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Ran has been a little more lawless.

But his nature is kind, and he has never been hurt like this before.

"Mianxi!" Jiang Huaping pulled her and said solemnly, "Mianxi, you can't go, there are too many people staring at you, you absolutely can't go openly."

"Yes, sister." Jiang Ran coughed a few times, "I'm fine with a little injury. If something happens to you, what will the Ling family do?"

"Isn't it? It depends on you being beaten? I can't take this breath." Ling Mianxi frowned, "But it makes sense, I can't go openly, I'll go secretly."

Ying Zijin folded his arms: "Well, I'll go with you secretly."

Ling Zhonglou: "..."

Jiang Huaping: "..."

Jiang Ran: "???"

WTF?

"The Qiao family is still going." Ling Zhonglou stood up, "None of you are going, I'll go take a look."

Jiang Huaping's expression changed, grabbing his clothes: "Heavy building."

"It's okay." Ling Zhonglou reassured him, "Xiao Hua, I'll be fine."

Ling Zhonglou led Butler Ling out.

The atmosphere in the bedroom was still solemn.

Jiang Huaping sighed, stood up, and went to the kitchen next door to prepare food.

After taking a sip of water, Jiang Ran said sullenly: "Dad Ying, the reason why my mother stopped my father was because there were too many infighting in our family, you didn't realize that every time you came, my father let you Enter through the side door."

Ying Zijin's eyes narrowed slightly: "I found it."

"The other direct descendants are just waiting to catch my dad's mistakes so that he can be removed from power." Jiang Ran pursed his lips, "The Qiao family and the Ling family are equally powerful, but they are backed by the Fan family, and their status is even higher. "

"Okay, stop talking." Ling Mianxi stood up, "Have a good rest, your sister will cover you."

Jiang Ran was very moved: "Sister, I think..."

"Don't even think about it."

"..."

**

Joe's house.

Ling Zhonglou broke in directly with the guards.

"It turned out to be a heavy building." The head of Qiao's family narrowed his eyes and stood up, "Why did you suddenly come to my Qiao's house today? Is there something wrong?"

"But you are so aggressive, you don't look like a guest at all."

"What am I doing here, you have a clear mind." Ling Zhonglou said indifferently, "It's fun to bully twenty-year-olds for eighty-year-olds?"

The Qiao family head didn't take it seriously: "How can it be called bullying? Isn't all the guards of the Judicial Hall able to learn from each other? Qiao Dong is just pointing your son, do you still remember it?"

Ling Zhonglou's voice turned cold: "Guide? You are courting death!"

His speed was extremely fast, and in the next second, he grabbed the collar of Patriarch Qiao.

Patriarch Qiao was startled, but his face was calm.

"Ling Zhonglou, you never thought of a problem with me." He smiled peacefully, "Back then, when you married an ordinary person, the elders of your Ling family were already dissatisfied with you."

"Not to mention, how many fights have you had in the Ling family? How many people are eyeing your position as the head of the family?"

Ling Zhonglou's expression was instantly cold.

"You might as well take a guess, if you really take action against my Qiao family, can't you be able to secure your position as the head of the house?" House head Qiao laughed presumptuously, "Without your position as head of the house, it is up to you to be the head of the house. Grandmaster Bu Guwu, can you still protect Jiang Huaping?"

Jiang Huaping's reputation is not low.

Being the mistress of the Ling family as an ordinary person surprised other ancient martial arts families.

In particular, her appearance is extremely prosperous, and she is also a rare beauty in the ancient martial arts world.

The ancient warriors were used to burning, killing and robbing, and they continued the ancient style. It was a complete patriarchal rule, and the status of women was lower.

Not to mention the Xie family, even other Guwu families, whoever they fancy, will grab it back by force.

Unless you have the strength, such as Ying Zijin, such as Ling Mianxi.

But Jiang Huaping is a completely ordinary person.

Ling Zhonglou took a deep breath, and the veins on his hands jumped violently.

"Chonglou, bear the calm for a while." Patriarch Qiao noticed the change in his mood, and said lightly, "If you don't have a certain power, you can only bear it, are you right?"

"Yes, not bad." Ling Zhonglou also smiled, with a cold smile, "I still don't need to choose a date when I beat you."

Patriarch Qiao frowned: "What did you say?"

Before he could react, he was slapped by Ling Zhonglou.

The force of the slap was so great that Patriarch Qiao's head was buzzing.

And then, another slap came up.

Ling Zhonglou didn't let go of Qiao's family until he vomited blood.

Turn around and walk away.

Patriarch Qiao was lying on the ground, mad and inarticulate: "Ling Zhonglou, wait for the end!"

Wait, he will leak all these news to the other direct descendants of the Ling family, and let Ling Zhonglou step down from the Ling family!

He wanted to see, at that time, how could Ling Zhonglou be so arrogant in front of him!

**

On the other side of Joe's house.

Qiao Dong drank a lot of wine because he was happy.

Drunk, he put his arm around Qiao Ting's shoulder: "Xiao Ting, you must give your uncle a boost. In the ring match the day after tomorrow, Jiang Ran won't be able to fight against you, and you will definitely be able to successfully advance to the fourth level."

Jortin is also fifty years old this year.

But he can't be called a genius, because his ancient martial art is only about thirty-five years, and it has been stopped for a long time.

Although Jiang Ran has only caught up in the past two years, in terms of actual combat ability, he is much more powerful than Qiao Ting.

After all, he had been severely beaten by Fu Yunshen.

"Uncle, don't worry." Qiao Ting was also very happy, "I will definitely not embarrass you."

After speaking, he hesitated: "However, if you beat that kid Jiang Ran like that today, what if the Ling family takes revenge?"

"Retaliation?" Qiao Dong sneered, "What is the situation in the Ling family, you don't know yet? Ling Zhonglou dares to take revenge, and he doesn't want to be the head of the family."

When Qiao Ting heard this, he was relieved.

After he sent Qiao Dong back, he also returned to the room.

Qiao Dong was sitting in a chair, ready to read the book of war for a while and fell asleep.

But as soon as he opened the book, a hand grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.

With a "bang", he was slammed against the wall, and his body was dropped.

Under the light, the girl's face was cold.