The Identity of the Real Rich Man Can’t Be Hidden

   Chapter 3 Eighteen stitches? Excuse me, I know thirty-six needles!

   As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

  An Yichen walked up and opened the door quickly.

   He was stunned when he saw the person standing at the door.

"sister…"

   The past title blurted out subconsciously, but An Yichen quickly changed it.

   "Mu Anyan, what are you doing here?"

  An Yan looked at An Yichen.

  The boy is three years younger than her. Although he wears a school uniform that has been washed yellow, the boy's handsome face and some black eyes that do not match his age make it easy for people to ignore this.

  Although An Yichen had a bad attitude towards herself, An Yan was still very moved.

   She thought of the boy who once was a head shorter than herself, but if she encountered danger, she would still stand in front of her without hesitation.

  An Yan flattened her mouth: "Yi Chen, hug..."

   An Yichen, who was half a head taller than An Yan, was a little embarrassed, but he took a step forward awkwardly, and then stretched out his hand to hug An Yan.

   "Okay?"

  An Yan shrugged her little nose a little sour.

   Before he could speak, An Yichen snorted coldly again: "He Mu An Yan, what's the matter, the Mu family bullied you?"

   When An Yichen said this, he was actually upset, but he never expected that An Yan would actually say "um".

The boy suddenly became angry: "The Mu family bullied you? Aren't you the biological daughter of the Mu family? Back when they beat gongs and drums and set off firecrackers to pick you up, they even bullied you? Is there a mistake, even I have never bullied you? you!"

   An Cheng also frowned and walked over. He hadn't seen him for three years, and An Cheng's face became even more tired: "An Yan, what's going on? Are there any misunderstandings here?"

An Yan's tears fell immediately: "I'm sorry Dad, and Yichen, I'm blind, I don't know what's wrong, and I don't know who treats me well. In the future, my surname will not be Mu, but my surname will be An, so I will be called An Yan. , the Mu family has nothing to do with me. I will definitely let our family live a good life."

  An Yan didn't want to say it, An Cheng and An Yichen didn't ask, An Yichen just said, "The house is small, sister, you sleep in my room, and Dad and I squeeze."

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   Although An Yichen's room is not big, there are many posters related to cars on the whitewashed walls of the room, and there is a desk next to the small bed. There is a small wardrobe opposite the desk, which looks neat and tidy.

  An Yan opened the closet and looked at herself in the mirror.

   The whole person is very thin, typical malnutrition, and it seems that the wind will blow, but those eyes are full of perseverance and brightness that she likes very much.

   "An Yan, now you're back."

"Everything will be better."

   Midnight.

   is coming soon.

  Splendid Community 2-201.

   One hand slowly opened the window, followed by a dexterous figure that jumped straight from the second-floor window like a cat!

  An Yan took advantage of the night to quickly slip out of the Jinxiu Community, then turned right and walked all the way.

   An hour later, the famous business club.

   This is a famous luxury club in Nanjiang.

  A paradise for elites from all walks of life to gather at night and relax.

  An Yan is penniless, but she has no money to enter a famous business club. The reason why she is here is that she is waiting for someone.

  Wait for someone who is going to die tonight.

  Time, little by little.

   In the famous business club, men in suits and leather, or women in delicate dresses came out one after another. Finally, at two o'clock, an old man came out with the help of a middle-aged man.

   "Hehe, I haven't been back to Nanjiang for a long time. Nanjiang is considered to be a lot of talented people over the years."

  The old man said as he walked: "But these boys are not the opponents of Li San's boy. Li Shao's mouth is not forgiving."

   Just as the two of them walked to the right and entered the alley on the right side of the famous business club, the old man suddenly raised his hand and covered his chest with a painful expression.

   "Old man?" The middle-aged man was so nervous that he took out the old man's standing medicine from his bag, but after taking two pills, the old man still didn't respond.

   "Old man! Hold on! I'll call an ambulance right away!"

   The middle-aged man hurriedly took out his mobile phone. As soon as the number was broadcast, a girl's voice sounded behind him.

   "When the ambulance arrives, Mr. Bai will be dead."

   The middle-aged man looked dissatisfied: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

   "You just gave Mr. Bai the usual heart medicine, but today Mr. Bai's problem is not only heart disease, but also cerebral hemorrhage. When the ambulance came, Mr. Bai's body was cold."

  An Yan walked towards the middle-aged man, without much emotion on his face: "Let me save him."

   The middle-aged man instinctively wanted to refute.

   The girl in front of her looked like she was underage. She was thin and pale, and the T-shirt and jeans she was wearing were obviously a size bigger.

  The girl's outfit will not exceed one hundred yuan.

   Only a fool would listen to this girl!

   But the inexplicable stillness of the girl's body made his heart tremble inexplicably.

   A somewhat crazy idea sounded in his mind!

  Perhaps, she...really can!

  The middle-aged man thought it was a little weird, but looking at the old man's face, his face was a little fanciful, so he still bit it.

   "Girl, my old man will leave it to you."

  An Yan nodded: "Put the old man flat."

  An Yan opened the small cloth bag in her hand. Inside the small cloth bag was something rolled up in sheepskin that looked some years old.

  An Yan spread out the sheepskin roll again, and inside it turned out to be a set of gold needles.

   Looking at this set of golden needles, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly condensed: "Little girl, do you know how to pierce acupoints with golden needles?"

"Won't."

  An Yan said: "The most superficial golden acupuncture skill, the golden acupuncture point, is garbage. I will not be garbage."

   said, An Yan picked up two gold needles with her hands and stabbed the old man's heart at the same time.

At the same time as    pierced, An Yan's hands were very fast, took two more gold needles, and stuck them on the top of the old man's head.

   In less than ten seconds, the old man opened his eyes.

   "This feeling, this feeling is... the eighteen needles of Tianmen? Could it be Master Li Yu?"

  The old man looked around subconsciously, and finally his eyes stayed on An Yan.

   "Bai Shuo, who is this?"

   Bai Shuo was stunned.

Of course he knew what the   Tianmen Eighteen Needles were, and it was Master Li Yu's famous stunt.

  Master Li Yu, President of Huaguo Chinese Medicine Association, the eighteen needles of Tianmen are superbly used, and they have a miraculous effect on saving people.

  By chance, Bai Qingtian, the old man of his own family, was treated by Master Li Yu. After that treatment, he did not get sick for half a year.

   Didn't expect this little girl?

   "Master Bai, this little girl saved you."

   "Huh?" Bai Qingtian looked at An Yan, "You? Can you know the eighteen needles of Tianmen?"

  An Yan smiled lightly: "I don't know the eighteen needles of Tianmen."

   Facing Bai Qingtian's somewhat disappointed gaze, she continued: "I only know thirty-six needles in Tianmen."

   (end of this chapter)