The people in the house were very calm and seemed to have become accustomed to Zhen Hongjun's moodiness.

Zhen Fucheng ordered the servant to come forward to control Zhen Hongjun. The servant just held Zhen Hongjun's hand and tried to stop him from smashing things.

Suddenly, Zhen Hongjun's body shivered uncontrollably. As the twitching curve continued to grow, his consciousness began to dissipate, and white foam continued to spit out from his mouth.

Zhen Fucheng quickly called the servant to get the tools and pressed the wooden stick against his tongue to prevent him from biting him.

Mu Ningxi stood aside, looking at the Zhen family's handling, and couldn't help but frown.

Although these methods are correct, they cannot treat Zhen Hongjun's disease, but only prevent him from hurting himself, and finally rely on his willpower to force him over.

Seeing that there was no better way for the people around him, Mu Ningxi took out the silver needle from the medicine box he was carrying and walked forward.

"What are you doing?" Zhen Fucheng wanted to stop her, but his speed was not as fast as Mu Ningxi.

Her hands were accurate and steady when she was putting the needle, and she could still respond to Zhen Fucheng's doubts with all her heart.

"Didn't Mr. Zhen invite me to treat the disease? Since I happened to meet it, I want to see my treatment effect before making a conclusion!"

Zhen Fucheng was about to rush forward because Mu Ningxi's words suddenly stopped.

Although Zhen Fucheng has been doing business, he was born in a medical family and still has a strong foundation in medical knowledge.

Seeing that Mu Ningxi was attacking, he could not help but clench his fists to stop his panic.

He did not doubt the employment of people. Since he had decided to let Mu Ningxi treat the disease, he could not stop Mu Ningxi's treatment at will before Mu Ningxi had finished the treatment.

Mu Ningxi kept applying needles, and Zhen Hongjun, who was still twitching, slowly calmed down.

After he was completely calm and his breathing gradually became smooth, Mu Ningxi took off the silver needles inserted into him one by one.

"How does it feel? Is the chest smoother?"

Zhen Hongjun, who had recovered his consciousness, looked at Mu Ningxi with confusion.

He didn't expect that Mu Ningxi looked young and had excellent medical skills.

After she applied the injection, it seemed as if a turbid air that had been accumulated for many years suddenly came out in his chest.

This is different from the exhaustion he had survived by his own will. This time he was really comfortable.

"Doctor Mu, it was my fault to lose your temper with you before, please forgive me."

The other party has a good attitude towards admitting his mistakes, so Mu Ningxi naturally won’t care.

"You're welcome. I'm here to treat you. If you have a bad temper, it's mostly caused by the accumulation of qi and blood in the liver and lungs. It is recommended that you go out to breathe fresh air and relax your nerves if you have nothing to do. This will not only help your disease, but also greatly improve your irritability."

Zhen Hongjun smiled helplessly, is he not wanting to go out?

No, he couldn't get out at all.

When he saw those people's sympathy, contempt and disgusting eyes, his heart was torn apart, and he didn't want to be treated like a waste by everyone.

After seeing his son's reaction, Zhen Fucheng looked at Mu Ningxi in surprise.

He originally had a try-out mentality, but he didn't expect Mu Ningxi to have such good skills.

This is the first time he has seen his son in so many years, and he is so kind to outsiders.

He could even know how successful Mu Ningxi's medical treatment was without even asking.

"Doctor Mu, can my son treat this disease?"

"I was 50% sure before I met Mr. Zhen, but I was 80% sure after I met Mr. Zhen. As for the remaining 20%, it depends on Mr. Zhen himself. As long as Mr. Zhen is willing to cooperate, it is not a problem to successfully heal it."

Zhen Fucheng's face showed a rare expression of joy. Over the years, he finally heard hope.

Unlike Zhen Fucheng's overjoyed look, Zhen Hongjun's expression was already dull, and his eyes were still full of doubt.

He has seen too many famous doctors since he was a child, and he has taken countless medicines.

After experiencing countless disappointments, he has no way to hope for anyone anymore.

"Doctor Mu, I wonder how you calculated this 80% of your confidence?"
Chapter completed!