Chapter 270 The cold and ascetic warlord vs. the scheming and seductive little doctor (12)

Ningji Medical Center does not have its own herbal medicine production and manufacturing base, but purchases medicinal materials from medicinal material dealers every year.

She might as well take advantage of this opportunity to build a Chinese herbal medicine base belonging to Ning's family, form a development model of Chinese herbal medicine cooperative + base + farmers, and do deep processing projects.

Ning Xi had an idea in her mind.

Natural disasters are unstoppable, but she will not let Qinghe City fall into the same tragic ending as in the previous life.

Qinghe City is within the jurisdiction of Yan Weishan, so she has to find a way to give him some tips and ask him to lead people to strengthen the dam of the river as soon as possible. If the degree of damage can be minimized, that would be the best thing.

As soon as she finished thinking about it, a prompt sounded from the system.

[Host, you cannot make any prompts, because this is an S-level plane. The ability of the plane god to repair the plot is too powerful. Any prompts you make will be erased.

Because you are an outsider.]

Ning Xi was silent, not letting her prompt her, but she didn't let her do it.

But she's not that reckless either.

Local snakes are the most terrifying. If she rushes to Qinghe City without talking about disaster relief, she is afraid that she will be kicked out as a madman.

There was still a long time before the floods broke out, so Ning Xi planned to cash out her dowry and start some other businesses first.

Ning Xi was busy with business matters, but Yan Weishan was unaware of it at first. After all, she would come over every three days to treat his old injuries with acupuncture.

But it was just acupuncture, and even small activities such as going to the study room on the third floor to read were exempted.

Later, he discovered that his soon-to-be fiancée, who had just set a wedding date, was even busier than him, the warlord.

Ning Xi didn't feel anything when she studied it, but the system AE86 couldn't help but give her a prompt.

[Host, you haven’t met the target for several days.]

Ning Xi was sitting in the medical center, doing calculations with her white fingers while responding to the system.

"Why are you so anxious? It's like stretching a bow and setting an arrow. The string can't be kept tight all the time. It will only be counterproductive if I keep pestering you in front of Yan Weishan."

Just then, Yan Gongguan's call came.

Ning Xi answered the phone. It was Yan Weishan over there. He said, "We are getting engaged next month. What style of ring do you like? Can we set a time to pick it out together?"

In this way, Ning Xi and Yan Weishan decided to go to the local Lao Yin Building to pick out rings this weekend.

Ning Xi had almost cashed out her dowry and was taking a breath. Unexpectedly, it started raining heavily, which made her feel uneasy.

Outside the city, houses collapsed, and the dust kicked up was washed into fog in the heavy rain. Water suddenly accumulated on the streets, making it impossible for rickshaws to run.

The sounds of thunder, rain, and river waves came one after another.

The sky turned dark and turned into night, and everything in the world seemed to be mixed together.

Ning Xi walked around the room, frowning.

"Tongzi, won't the flood in Qinghe City be brought forward earlier?"

She remembered that according to the direction of the original plot, this would have to happen three months later.

The little white cat seemed to be frightened by the thunder, and ran into Ning Xi's arms, "Host, this is extremely possible."

Ning Xi walked back and forth, and at this moment, Ning Rongsheng came over.

He frowned and said, "Yan Gongguan just sent someone to deliver the message, saying that the dam in Qinghe City has burst. The situation is too serious. Yan Weishan personally took people to deal with it."

"I just want to inform you that I will postpone the time of choosing a ring tomorrow."

Ning Xi nodded, thinking about what to do next.

At this moment, the Ning family's phone rang.

After Ning Rongsheng received the call, her frown deepened.

He quickly stood up, adjusted his glasses, and picked up the raincoat hanging beside him.

"Xiao Xi, the Anglo-American Church Medical Center sent a patient to Ningji Medical Center. The matter is difficult and I have to go there."

Ning Xi was startled when she heard this. Why did the heavy rain come so quickly?

"Brother, who is the patient?"

Ning Rongsheng took the raincoat and said, "This is President Du."

"President Du? Is it Du Xinzhi, the president of the Refugee Relief Association?" Ning Xi frowned, "Brother, let me go with you!"

Ning Xi never hid her clumsiness and showed her skills in front of Ning Rongsheng several times. Her medical skills became more and more sophisticated and her reputation became famous.

Many patients asked her to treat them by name.

Ning Rongsheng turned around and glanced at her. Seeing her persistence, he didn't waste any time and put on the raincoat in his hand for her.

When he put the raincoat and hat on Ning Xi, he pressed her head with his hand and frowned, "The rain is too heavy, you shouldn't go out."

Ning Xi took the raincoat from the servant's hand and handed it to Ning Rongsheng, smiling: "Brother, don't worry, the hospital has ginger soup, you won't catch a cold!"

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A thunder and lightning struck, and Ning Xi and Ning Rongsheng walked into Ningji Medical Center in the rain.

But he saw two rows of tall men wearing black clothes and holding umbrellas standing in the medical clinic.

Each of them looks fierce, has a burly figure, and has a gun on his waist, giving people an absolute threat.

Ning Xi glanced at it and quickly followed Ning Rongsheng.

After entering, Ning Xi took off her raincoat, and the doctor at the hospital quickly came over to report Du Xinzhi's condition. Ning Rongsheng went to check his pulse first, while Ning Xi stood aside to help check.

Du Xinzhi is the president of the Refugee Relief Association. In fact, he has another identity, that of a gang tycoon.

However, lying on the hospital bed was a scholar-like man wearing a long gown and a dignified appearance.

Who would have imagined that such a man wearing glasses and looking like an honor student in school could be a gang tycoon.

Ning Rongsheng took his pulse and shook his head.

The old man waiting aside was not angry, but just sighed longly.

Standing next to the old man were two doctors in white coats. They were surgeons from the largest hospital in the area. There was nothing they could do about President Yu Du's coma.

Ning Xi took a step forward and said to Ning Rongsheng, "Brother, let me try."

Ning Rongsheng stepped aside. The old man on the side looked at Ning Xi, but he didn't stop her.

What's going on with the Ning family that they didn't find out clearly? Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent Mr. Du here.

Ning Xi sat next to her and took her pulse, "Fortunately, my pulse is not exhausted."

She put down her fingers, then took out the silver needles, and with a backhand, five silver needles were thrown on Du Xinzhi's head.

The unconscious man suddenly frowned and seemed to be waking up!

Those standing around watching her treat patients suddenly widened their eyes, especially the old man with white hair.

When Mr. Du suddenly fell ill, even the British and American missionary hospitals were helpless, but a young female doctor from Ningji Medical Center actually had such ability.

Ning Xi turned the silver needles around and then pulled them all out.

Du Xinzhi's eyes only turned slightly and then opened, just in time to meet her eyes.

His eyes were light and pure, yet bottomless. Just one glance gave people the chill of a knife and a gun piercing their flesh.

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Chapter completed!