The rebellious daughter is spoiled by the disabled boss

Song Shaoyu coughed and explained, "What happened in the past is in the past, and you don't have to take it to heart. It just so happens that the company wants to cooperate with the Tao family on several projects, so why not let you step forward."

It turned out to be for business.

"I don't have time today. Let's talk later."

Jiang Yuechu was about to go out after she finished speaking, but Song Shaoyu stopped her with his hand. "Being able to cooperate with the Tao Group will help the Song Group to move to a higher level. As a member of the Song family, how can you say that later?"

Jiang Yuechu snorted coldly and laughed, "My last name is Jiang, not Song. You really think I'm a member of the Song family. How long has it been since I came back? Has anyone announced my identity? Has anyone claimed that I am the daughter of the Song family, and Song Yitian is just a fake person who took the blame?"

Song Shaoyu was speechless after being questioned. On the one hand, he wanted to use Jiang Yuchu's relationship with the Tao family to attract business, but on the other hand, he didn't want to hurt Tiantian's feelings.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Song Yitian stepped out to smooth things over. "Don't be angry, Sister Yuechu. The banquet last night was originally held for you, but you didn't come, so it was temporarily shelved. If Sister Yuechu wants, I can give up my seat."

"let?"

Jiang Yuechu's eyes turned cold, "How can you give in? You have occupied my identity for many years and enjoyed everything that originally belonged to me. Now you are asking me to give in?"

Song Yitian's face changed slightly, and he smiled awkwardly, "Sister Yuechu is right, I said the wrong thing, don't worry, I won't miss anything about Sister Yuechu, I, I will move out today."

"Tiantian."

When Song Shaoyu heard that Song Yitian was going to move away, he couldn't sit still. "Jiang Yuechu, even if you want to announce your identity, you have to find a suitable opportunity. It's been so many years, what can you do by waiting?"

Jiang Yuechu replied indifferently: "That's right, then just wait, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

There was something else going on in his words, and Song Shaoyu couldn't think of anything to refute, so he could only watch Jiang Yuchu leave.

Jiang Yuechu didn't take these things to heart. The most important thing for her now was to save people.

Before coming out, she had already found out that Shen Tinghui's lover lived in the Municipal Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which was not far from here. It took about half an hour to walk there.

Jiang Yuechu found a nurse to ask, then walked straight to the ward.

"Private ward, who are you looking for?"

A young boy, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stood at the door of the ward with an unhappy look on his face, looking Jiang Yuchu up and down.

Jiang Yuechu ignored him, pushed him away and walked into the ward.

"Who are you? Why are you barging into someone else's ward? Believe it or not, I'll call the police to arrest you!"

The voice followed, Shen Tinghui looked up and saw Jiang Yuechu, and hope suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Ms. Jiang, you are right. Huihui was seriously ill yesterday. Fortunately, the doctor came in time and saved her. It is also thanks to Ms. Jiang's reminder."

Jiang Yuechu nodded in understanding, and his eyes changed when he looked at the person on the hospital bed.

The ward was filled with deathly aura, as if countless souls were lingering and entangled, and the little vitality in Zhang Hui was being slowly sucked away.

"Miss Jiang, is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yuechu stood beside the bed, "There are three souls but no seven spirits."

Shen Tinghui was startled, and then he heard Jiang Yuechu slowly speak, "I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

Very troublesome?

Is it possible that even she has no solution?

Just as he was about to ask, he heard Jiang Yuechu lower her head and sigh, as if in a very disgusted tone, "My current ability is not enough. It is not easy to recall her seven souls."

"Miss Jiang, please let me know if you need my help."

"Yellow paper, cinnabar, and a handful of incense for offering."

"So what's so special about these things?"

"Ordinary yellow paper will do. The cinnabar must be more than five years old. The incense must be from a large temple dedicated to the immortals and must be placed next to the immortals for about two years."

Shen Tinghui waved at Zhang Jian, "Xiao Jian, go find what Miss Jiang wants."

Zhang Jian asked suspiciously: "Uncle Shen, can she really do it?"

"Stop talking nonsense, go quickly, and take the driver with you. It will be faster if you drive."

Zhang Jian had no choice but to jog out to buy things.

With Jiang Yuechu's personal presence, Shen Tinghui finally put his heart at ease. "Luckily I met Miss Jiang yesterday. If it weren't for Miss Jiang's reminder, I wouldn't have been able to get back in time. I never thought the nurses here were so careless and actually added the wrong dosage for the IV. I almost couldn't be saved."

Shen Tinghui didn't know how scared he was yesterday. If he had been one minute late, the person would have been gone.

Just because Jiang Yuechu saved his life yesterday, he would be willing to do anything Jiang Yuechu asked him to do in the future.

Zhang Jian was quick and bought a lot of things.

Jiang Yuechu checked the items in the box and confirmed that they were what he needed before nodding.

"Is the stuff correct?"

Shen Tinghui had asked a doctor to take a look before, but he said there was nothing he could do, so he couldn't help but feel unsure.

Jiang Yuechu responded, took out a piece of yellow paper and held it between his fingertips. He dipped his other hand in cinnabar and wrote the talisman on the yellow paper smoothly.

As soon as the talisman was completed, golden light flowed from top to bottom.

Zhang Jian's eyes were stunned. "Uncle Shen, did you see it? Is there a light?"

"Don't talk." Shen Tinghui was even more excited than Zhang Jian, but he still had to pretend to be calm.

Jiang Yuechu walked to Zhang Hui holding the yellow talisman, stuck the talisman paper on her forehead, took out three incense sticks, and flicked his fingers upwards, and the incense lit up instantly.

Shen Tinghui and Zhang Jian both widened their eyes when they saw this scene.

This is so amazing, it’s just like the practice performed by the Maoshan Taoist priests in the movies!

The smoke from the burning incense rose up and slowly drifted out of the window.

Jiang Yuechu called out Zhang Hui's name according to her birth date, but the smoke was still drifting outside.

Or not.

"I can't call her back. One of you two must put a finger of blood on her philtrum and then call out her birth date."

"Let me do it."

Zhang Jian took a step forward, cut his fingertips with a fruit knife, and dripped a drop of blood on Zhang Hui's philtrum. "What should we do next?"

"Hold the incense, and shout like this now, as you normally would."

Zhang Jian took a deep breath, took the incense and shouted, "Mom, please come back soon, Mom, I can't live without you, please come back soon."

After a few shouts, a breeze blew by, like a mother's hand gently brushing his cheek, and Zhang Jian was stunned and stopped shouting.

Zhang Jian stared at the wisp of smoke that penetrated into his mother's body on the hospital bed and disappeared in a moment.

"Okay."

Jiang Yuechu reminded.

Shen Tinghui walked slowly to the bedside and saw Zhang Hui's fingers moving slightly. He excitedly held them.

Zhang Jianye saw this and his eyes suddenly turned red. He rushed to the bed and shouted, "Mom, I'm Zhang Jian. Wake up and open your eyes to look at me."