My sister returns to a wealthy family, and her eight brothers spoil her with their lives.

Xiao Xi got off the car some distance away from the manor.

At this time, the genius was bright. She took out a woven bag on the way, adjusted the contents, and said luckily: "What if these disguises are useless?"

But the fluke soon failed.

The lights were brightly lit inside the manor, and the gatekeeper shouted at the top of his lungs, "The lady is back!"

Then many people ran out.

Xiao Xi was dragged back to the main building by Ye Yichen.

"Brother! Brother! I was wrong, don't fight, don't fight!"

Xiao Xi ran all over the hall, so nimble that Ye Yichen's long legs couldn't catch up with her short legs.

There was a long run and chase.

Xiao Xi saw that her brother was still wearing the dress for the reception, and his eyes were red. He must have been worried all night, and now she was angry and sad.

Suddenly feeling that she was sorry for her brother, she jumped over the sofa and rushed towards Ye Yichen.

"Brother, just fight! If you feel better, just fight."

Ye Yichen hugged his sister tightly in his arms.

Why are you willing to fight?

"Brother, I'm sorry, Xiao Xi just wants to go out and sell something!"

"Why does it take you all night to buy something? My brother has already said that whatever Xiao Xi wants, he will give it to you."

Only then did Ye Yichen see the big woven bag that his sister had dropped on the ground: the bag was torn, and stacks of yellow form papers were exposed inside. Why does his sister always like weird things?

My sister's hair is now messy, her head is tilted, and her face and body are dirty.

Ye Yichen's eyes immediately became moist, and he hugged his sister tightly.

He seemed to see the little beggar sister again.

Is it because I am not good enough and never know what my sister really wants? what do you like? How to make her truly happy.

Xiao Xi didn't know that her brother was overthinking it. She was dirty now because she was beaten and demolished in her ancestral house.

However, she finally coaxed her brother, and Xiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly Ye Yichen's phone rang.

"Master Chen, Mr. Mo is not feeling well. You must come right away, quickly!"

Ye Yichen's face turned pale and he put down Xiao Xi.

"Xiao Xi, brother has to go out for a while. You have to be good at home."

Then Ye Yichen hurried upstairs to change clothes.

When Xiao Xi heard the call, her heart skipped a beat, knowing that her brother's teacher was dying.

She also quickly changed her clothes and came down, just in time to see her brother's long legs about to step out of the hall.

"elder brother!"

Xiao Xi rushed over and hugged Ye Yichen.

"Brother, you must take Xiao Xi with you this time, you must take Xiao Xi with you!"

Her eyes were extremely serious and firm, not allowing for any rebuttal.

Ye Yichen didn't want to think too much, and with just a hint of intuition, he picked up Xiao Xi and left.

In a small building in the villa area of ​​the city.

My brother's teacher, Mr. Mo, was lying quietly on the hospital bed. He was obviously as skinny as a stick, but his belly was abnormally large.

In the car, Xiao Xi already knew that her brother's teacher, Mr. Mo, had intestinal cancer.

Beside the hospital bed, the tubes of many instruments had been removed, proving that Mr. Mo had just lost his heartbeat.

Beside the hospital bed stood a young doctor in white robes and an old Chinese medicine doctor with a long beard, their heads hanging sadly. Mr. Mo's housekeeper cried suppressedly on the side.

Ye Yichen rushed into the room with his sister and happened to see this scene.

"Teacher, teacher!"

Ye Yichen held Mr. Mo's hand and burst into tears.

When he was very young, he studied with Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo taught him the game of shopping malls like a battlefield and how to deal with the upper class society with ease.

The friendship between him and Mr. Mo is that of both teacher and father.

Ye Yichen felt like he was out of breath under the weight of a winter snowstorm.

"Dr. Yang, when did the teacher leave?"

"About five minutes ago."

Only then did they realize that Xiao Xi had also grabbed Mr. Mo's hand.

"Brother! Come on, Mr. Mo can still be saved!"

At this time, Dr. Yang and the old Chinese medicine doctor were both stunned, "Is this?"

Xiao Xi had already gone to pry Mr. Mo's eyes out.

"What a nonsense! Where did this wild girl come from? Let her out!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor was angry, "What kind of occasion is this? Mr. Mo has already left, and he is here to cause trouble!" He walked over and slapped Xiao Xi's hand away.

Now even my brother is here to hold Xiao Xi.

Xiao Xi is worried to death. Who is causing trouble?

"Brother, you have to believe me, Mr. Mo hasn't left yet!"

Ye Yichen's heart went blank.

Xiao Xi knew that in order to save Mr. Mo, he had to subdue the old Chinese medicine doctor first. Cheating would only do bad things.

She broke free from her brother's hand and grabbed the old Chinese medicine doctor's arm.

The old Chinese medicine doctor collapsed in shock and doubt. He clearly knew that several acupuncture points on his arm were numb, and he now felt as if he had had a stroke.

Ye Yichen quickly helped the old Chinese doctor to the sofa next to the hospital bed.

He heard Xiao Xi say again, "Brother, you must believe me, I am the only one who can save Mr. Mo now!"

Xiao Xi only regrets that she got the medicinal materials late. If she gets them earlier, she can refine the life-saving elixir first.

But that’s all it can do now.

She dug out some medicinal materials from the small bag.

"Uncle doctor, get a glass of warm water quickly!"

Dr. Yang didn't think much and quickly poured a glass of warm water.

Xiao Xi sliced ​​some selected Chinese medicines and put them in the water. In fact, she also put a quarter of the enhancement pills in. She didn't dare to add more, as Mr. Mo's body couldn't bear it.

Then Xiao Xi closed her eyes and vigorously poured her spiritual power into the water.

The water was still clear just now, but through the cup, you can see with the naked eye that the water has turned dark brown.

"Uncle doctor, please help open Mr. Mo's mouth."

Xiao Xi's voice allowed no refutation, and Dr. Yang immediately followed suit.

Xiao Xi poured all the water into Mr. Mo, and a lot of it came out.

"Uncle doctor, take off Mr. Mo's shirt quickly."

Doctor Yang quickly helped, and Ye Yichen also came over.

The old Chinese medicine doctor watched helplessly, feeling angry and unable to say anything: What a nonsense, Mr. Mo and everyone have left, and he still got such disrespect.

Xiao Xi directly pressed her palms with her hands and aimed at Mr. Mo's heart to input spiritual power. She finally felt Mr. Mo's heart beating weakly.

She directly took out a brocade box from the small bag, opened it, unfolded the cloth, and saw rows of silver needles inserted into it.

The old Chinese medicine doctor was stunned: Isn’t this my ancestral silver needle?

Before the old Chinese medicine doctor could recover, Xiao Xi was already using the ancient acupuncture technique taught to her by her master: Eighteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

I saw her little white hands flying, twisting the silver needle, without hesitation, each needle was fast and accurate, just like the name of this acupuncture method, if you want to rob someone at the gate of hell, there is no room for error.

Soon, Mr. Mo hummed, moved his fingers, and began to breathe.

"Great! Brother, Mr. Mo is alive." Xiao Xi exclaimed happily.

"I saw it, Xiao Xi, I saw it!"

Ye Yichen was also ecstatic, and was so excited that he wanted to hug Xiao Xi, but Xiao Xi quickly stepped away because she still had a needle in her hand.

Ye Yichen suddenly realized it and his eyes widened: Xiao Xi knows medical skills! He is also a profound Chinese medicine doctor!

He was speechless for a long time.

At this time, the old Chinese medicine doctor was shaking all over on the sofa, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was whining.

His heart was shouting: I want to see it! I want to see! Oh my God, this is the Eighteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, an ancient acupuncture technique!

Grandmaster, the silver needles you passed down can actually be used to perform a set of eighteen acupuncture techniques. Even you, the old man, have never performed this acupuncture technique, right?

Xiao Xi started to focus again and was about to pull out the needle.

Ye Yichen and Dr. Yang were also too angry to speak out.

They all forgot about the struggling old Chinese medicine doctor on the sofa beside them.

The old Chinese medicine doctor burst into tears: Let me go, little ancestor, let me see too! Isn’t it okay that I was wrong?