Pregnant After Healing the Alpha

Chapter 229: Chapter 221: Slap in the Face

Zhou Fu stood with his hands behind his back, not planning to waste any more twith Lou Xinrou, and decided

to head back inside Wonderful Hall.

After all, Lou Xinrou cevery day to beg for a few minutes, stood at the door for about ten minutes, and then

left, so he really didn’t need to spend twith her every day.

“Mr. Zhou, please consider me, | really will study hard.”

Lou Xinrou held a bag over her head to block the sun, continuing to plead.

As long as she begged a few more days, Zhou Fu would surely soften and agree to her request.

Zhou Fu had no intention of paying any more attention to Lou Xinrou, stepping into Wonderful Hall, only to see

someone that brightened his eyes instantly.

“Teacher—Miss Qiao, why didn’t you givea heads-up before coming? | would have brewed your favorite Pu’er

tea!”

Seeing Zhou Fu’s 180-degree change in attitude, Lou Xinrou felt a surge of annoyance and sourness in her heart.

She had been pestering Zhou Fu for a month, thinking of herself as the noble daughter of the Lou Family, born

with a silver spoon, accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, when had she ever had to lower herself like

she did now?

Yet after all her effort, Zhou Fu’s attitude towards her was still pretty much the same.

So dismissive.

And then, comparing that to Zhou Fu’s treatment of Qiao Jing at this moment, they were like two different

people!

The more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt.

She had always been puzzled, how did Qiao Jing get to know Zhou Fu? And why did Zhou Fu treat Qiao Jing so

well?

Qiao Jing sat down unceremoniously.

“Letgo brew stea for you,” Zhou Fu offered enthusiastically.

“You can have them brew it,” Qiao Jing said, picking up an orange from the table.

“They won't brew it to your liking like I can. Just sit for a bit, I'll have it ready for you in no time.”

Qiao Jing looked at Zhou Fu, who had hurriedly left, with skeptical eyes. Her apprentice was always one to rise

early only for profit, eager to please when he wanted something, and he must have been up to something.

And based on past experience, if she wasn’t mistaken, her apprentice was likely faced with a challenging case

and wanted to consult her for advice.

As soon as Zhou Fu left, Lou Xinrou approached Qiao Jing.

“You really make yourself at home, this is Mr. Zhou’s seat,” she said.

“Oh,” Qiao Jing responded indifferently, continuing to peel her orange.

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Lou Xinrou’s face turned ugly with frustration, remembering the past, every tshe faced Qiao Jing, no matter

what tactics she used, she always seemed to be the one who ended up embarrassed.

She refused to believe it!

She couldn't possibly lose to her every single time.

With this in mind, a sudden idea struck Lou Xinrou, and she hatched a plan.

“Qiao Jing, | don’t know how you got to know Master Zhou, but there's something | can tell you, Master Zhou is

going to takeon as his apprentice soon,” Lou Xinrou said, lifting her chin, waiting for Qiao Jing’s reaction.

As expected, Qiao Jing indeed reacted, and quite significantly at that.

Qiao Jing looked up at Lou Xinrou, her brows gradually knitting together.

“Are you from Medical University?”

“That's right, | am a top student at Medical University, currently interning at a triple-A hospital,” said Lou Xinrou

with a tone filled with pride.

Qiao Jing frowned dissatisfiedly, and at that moment, Zhou Fu returned.

“Master, here's the tea | brewed for you, give it a try.”

Qiao Jing wasn’t in a hurry to drink the tea, instead, she looked at Lou Xinrou and said to Zhou Fu, “Are you

taking her as your apprentice?”

“What?” Zhou Fu’s eyes went wide, even larger than a bull's eyes, and after being stunned for two seconds, he

turned to Lou Xinrou and pointing at himself, he asked.

“I'm taking you as an apprentice? When did | agree to this?”

With Zhou Fu’s words, Lou Xinrou’s face turned red in an instant, a humiliating blush that made her wish she

could disappear into a mouse hole.

“I will make you takeon as your apprentice!” In the end, Lou Xinrou brazenly left him with that last

statement.

“I—I almost wanted to curse,” Zhou Fu found himself at the brink of swearing, but upon seeing that Lou Xinrou

was just a young girl, he swallowed back his words and looked at Qiao Jing.

“You heard her, she’s talking nonsense. If | were to take her as my apprentice, | certainly would have told you,

and | would need your consent, how could | possibly accept an apprentice in secret.”

Those words shocked Lou Xinrou considerably.

Zhou Fu reporting to Qiao Jing about taking apprentices was a joke. Qiao Jing wasn’t Zhou Fu’s master...

Just when Lou Xinrou was muttering to herself in disbelief, suddenly, someone started convulsing on the ground,

foaming at the mouth.

“Oh no! Someone is having an epileptic seizure!”

“Mr. Zhou! Mr. Zhou, please save my husband!” a woman cried out in desperation.

The situation was urgent and there was no tto delay; Zhou Fu hurriedly moved to the patient's side.

The patient lay curled up on the ground, eyes vacant and body twitching.

It was indeed the signs of an epileptic seizure.

Zhou Fu quickly began to treat the patient.

Lou Xinrou squeezed past Qiao Jing, her eyes signaling: Don’t get in the way, don’t interfere with her learning

medical skills from Zhou Fu.

Qiao Jing couldn't be bothered with Lou Xinrou’s provocation and stood aside to watch.

As seconds and minutes ticked by, not only did the patient’s condition fail to stabilize, it actually worsened.

It wasn’t that Zhou Fu’s medical skills were lacking, but that the patient's condition was too severe.

Zhou Fu himself, with a grave expression, his brow furrowed deeply, sweat beading on his forehead, was working

on the patient.

Zhou Fu was now using sof the Acupressure Therapy techniques that Qiao Jing had once taught him, his

hands relentlessly busy over the patient's body.

The situation was extremely serious, and the people gathered around didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, fearing

they might disrupt Zhou Fu’s treatment.

Watching the patient's condition

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steppe orward when Lou Xinrou

stretched out a hand to block her.

Lou Xinrou could tell that Qiao Jing was intending to step in.

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“Move aside!” Qiao Jing said firmly, pushing Lou Xinrou out of her way.

As soon as Zhou Fu saw Qiao Jing was about to take action, he didn’t hesitate but stepped aside immediately,

making space for Qiao Jing.

What's happening?

The scene left the crowd dumbfounded.

Before the spectators could react, Qiao Jing had already begun to treat the patient, using techniques from the

slineage as Zhou Fu’'s.

And whether it was their illusion or not, they felt that the young woman's techniques seemed more skillful, more

sophisticated and mysterious.

Then looking at Qiao Jing’s youthful and beautiful face, they cto a conclusion.

It must be an illusion.

This girl looked to be in her early

twenties, whereas Zhou Fu Was 3,

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Experts know the drill, while the layman just watches the excitement.

No matter how you put it, Lou Xinrou did study in a medical department, and she could discern sthings.

Knowing is precisely why it's shocking!

The dexterous finger techniques Qiao Jing employed on the patient were clearly more consummate than those

Zhou Fu had used.

“Tsk tsk tsk—Brilliant! Worthy of being the master!” Zhou Fu muttered softly under his breath.

What?!

Lou Xinrou turned her head sharply to look at Zhou Fu, who was closest to her. His voice was soft, but she still

caught snippets of what he said.

He said—Master?