1858 You Look Like a Friend I Know



"I'll go out first." The butler was the most shocked person, but he definitely hoped that Qiao Nian would have a way to treat Xie Tingyun's illness. He almost rushed out.

Ji Nan was dragged out in the blink of an eye.

The butler also went out and closed the door for them.

Nan Tianyi finally recovered from his shock at this moment. His eyes were filled with joy and worry, afraid that the trace of hope that was painstakingly ignited would be gone. He even spoke carefully, afraid that Qiao Nian would change her words. "Miss Qiao, do you really have a way to treat my wife's illness?"

Previously, he had been very polite to Qiao Nian, but his previous politeness was based on the fact that she was hired by Ji Nan and was Ji Nan's friend. His attitude was polite, but he did not pay much attention to her.

But now, it was like he had finally grabbed a piece of driftwood after drawing for a long time. He couldn't care less about his image.

"I'll try." Qiao Nian didn't say anything else as she opened the acupuncture bag and took out a thin needle that shone coldly. She sat back on the bed and whispered to the woman on the bed, "It will hurt a little. Bear with it for a while and it will pass."

At first, Xie Tingyun did not have any hope for her illness. She might have chosen to give up long ago if not for her husband running around seeking treatment for her… Now that she heard that someone could cure her illness, she was slightly stunned and could not help but look carefully at the person who spoke.

The girl's eyebrows were exquisite, and her face under the brim of her cap was extremely beautiful and eye-catching.

It was the kind of face that was hard to forget after seeing it once.

Qiao Nian was wearing a baseball cap. Xie Tingyun had just woken up and was still in a daze. Coupled with the torture of her illness, she did not see Qiao Nian's face clearly.

After she saw it clearly, she was in a daze for a moment before blurting out, "Xiao Qing?"

Before Qiao Nian could react, Nan Tianyi grabbed his wife's hand and covered her with a blanket. Then, he said in a low voice, "Tingyun, what are you talking about? You've got the wrong person again."

He knew who she was talking about.

There had once been someone as famous as Xie Tingyun in weapon manufacturing in the Independent Continent. That person was a legendary figure that only appeared once in a hundred years in the Ji family.

Unfortunately, that person died young.

Xie Tingyun was one of the few people in the Independent Continent who still remembered Ji Qing.

In a daze, she took a closer look at the girl, but it was as if she had been pulled back to reality. She smiled bitterly and apologized. "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao. You look like an old friend of mine. I was wrong. Don't take it to heart."

Qiao Nian's originally casual expression became a little more serious. She tilted her head and glanced at the woman on the bed. Then, without saying anything else, she nodded, sat down, and said in a gentler voice, "Auntie Xie, I'm about to start. Are you ready?"

"Yes." Xie Tingyun was sick and looked very weak. She had only sat up for a while, but her back was already drenched in a hot sweat. However, her eyes were still very friendly and kind. She said gently, "I'm ready. You can start."

Nan Tianyi also carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead. Then, he looked at the girl with his elegant eyes and said politely, "Miss Qiao, I'll have to trouble you with my wife."

Qiao Nian nodded, and the light in her eyes darkened. Her slightly nonchalant attitude changed. From the moment she started to perform acupuncture on Xie Tingyun, her aura had also changed, becoming serious…

She did not waste any time and began to perform acupuncture.