Scumbag Forcing Me to Divorce? Watch Me Turn Around and Marry a Powerful Capital Tycoon! - Chapter 21

Xu Zhiming’s bold words weren’t said on impulse.

From beginning to end, he had never believed that this yellow-haired little girl in front of him had the ability to treat and save lives.

So—

He didn’t care about the consequences at all.

He was deliberately using this extreme method to get Shen Jingshu and Yun Haotian’s attention—to make them realize just how disastrous it would be if Jiang Ning dared to perform acupuncture on Shen Jingnian!

Unfortunately—

Neither Shen Jingshu nor Yun Haotian reacted much.

Idiots!

The whole family’s a bunch of fools!

“Changing your surname from Xu to Jiang?” Jiang Ning raised her brow slightly. “Dr. Xu, are you serious about that?”

“I, Xu Zhiming, always keep my word!” he declared, his tone firm and resolute.

“Alright,” Jiang Ning’s expression remained calm, but her words hit like thunder, “Then prepare to change your name.”

Xu Zhiming frowned slightly. What an arrogant little brat!

Without another word, Jiang Ning checked the time on her phone, then turned her gaze to Yun Haotian.

“It’s about time. I’m going in to perform the acupuncture. You all wait outside. Remember—don’t let anyone open that door.”

Yun Haotian nodded solemnly. “Miss Jiang don’t worry. I won’t let anyone disturb you.”

With that, Jiang Ning picked up the medical kit and entered the sterile room.

Clack.

The door shut behind her.

Yun Zhengyi, who had remained quiet all this time, looked nervously at Shen Jingshu. “Jingshu… are you sure Miss Jiang can really do this?”

He had to admit—some of Xu Zhiming’s words made sense.

Jiang Ning was just too young.

And acupuncture? That was already a niche practice. All he’d ever heard was that it helped with wellness or detox, but never had he heard of it treating serious illnesses—especially something as critical as Shen Jingnian’s condition!

What if…

What if Jiang Ning made things worse?

Not to mention, Xu Zhiming had studied abroad and was a respected medical professor. If even he didn’t dare operate, what made Jiang Ning think she could?

Shen Jingnian wasn’t just anyone. He was the lifeline of his mother-in-law.

Yun Zhengyi couldn’t even imagine what would happen if something went wrong under Jiang Ning’s hands. His mother-in-law would go ballistic.

And in the business world? Without Shen Jingnian keeping things in order, chaos would be inevitable.

“Don’t worry.” Shen Jingshu gripped her husband’s hand tightly, her voice gentle but firm. “Miss Jiang can do it.”

She wasn’t blindly placing her trust in Jiang Ning.

First—Jiang Ning had accurately diagnosed Shen Jingnian’s real illness.

Second—She had even predicted the exact time he would collapse.

Third—Her certifications were all legitimate. For someone her age to obtain that many medical qualifications? That alone proved her skill.

Most importantly—though Jiang Ning looked young, she carried an air of calm maturity, as if all the noise of the world couldn’t touch her.

That’s why Shen Jingshu chose to believe in her.

And once she made that choice, she wouldn’t waver—not even a little.

Xu Zhiming, who had been standing nearby, clearly heard Shen Jingshu’s words.

He glanced at Yun Zhengyi.

Only Yun Zhengyi was still sane in this madhouse.

He had hoped Yun Zhengyi would take a stand and uphold justice for Shen Jingnian.

But unfortunately—

Disappointingly—

Yun Zhengyi was spineless. He couldn’t take control. Even when Xu Zhiming gave him a look, all he got in return was silence.

How shameful for a man.

Xu Zhiming’s frown deepened.

If he were Yun Zhengyi, he would’ve slapped Shen Jingshu right then and there—to remind her who really wore the pants in the family!

Women only ever dragged men down!

The more Xu Zhiming thought about it, the more furious he became. He stared hard at Yun Zhengyi and said coldly.

“Mr. Yun, some choices are irreversible. I hope you think carefully. Don’t let a woman’s whims ruin something as important as this.”

With that, he turned and stormed off.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he saw Dean Qian Lifei walking toward him.

Qian Lifei greeted him with a smile, “Dr. Xu! I heard the Shen family invited some big-shot expert. Aren’t you over there learning from them?”

Learning?

Big-shot expert?

A sneer crept across Xu Zhiming’s face. “Do you know how old that so-called expert is?”

“How old?” Qian Lifei asked curiously.

“At most, just turned adult,” Xu Zhiming scoffed. “She doesn’t even look as professional as our hospital’s interns.”

And yet the Shen family had no idea how serious the situation was.

Qian Lifei was momentarily stunned. Then he chuckled, “Dr. Xu, since when did you start judging people by appearances? I’ve heard about Miss Jiang—young, yes, but apparently quite capable. Otherwise, why would both the Shen and Yun families go to such lengths to bring her in?”

After all, both the Shen and Yun families were top-tier elites.

They wouldn’t be so easily deceived.

Xu Zhiming’s brows knitted tightly.

He hadn’t expected even Qian Lifei to believe in Jiang Ning instead of siding with him.

Did that mean, in these people’s eyes, he wasn’t even as good as some little girl?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was even starting to consider quitting the hospital.

Qian Lifei patted his shoulder. “Dr. Xu, I know you’re talented. But there’s always someone better out there. You need to let go of that pride.”

“It’s not pride. I’m just stating the facts!” Xu Zhiming’s face darkened. “Dean Qian, you’ll see soon enough—your so-called expert is going to kill someone today!”

Qian Lifei could only smile helplessly. “Dr. Xu, don’t say things out of frustration.”

Xu Zhiming was fuming.

Laugh while you can!

Let’s see how long that smile lasts once Jiang Ning causes a fatal accident!

Even though Shen Jingshu had signed a liability waiver, Shen Jingnian’s status was anything but ordinary. If anything went wrong with him in this hospital, even Qian Lifei wouldn’t be able to escape blame.

After all, he had already done his part—he’d warned Qian Lifei.

…

Shen Jingnian lay quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes shut, lashes long and thick, curving gently like a delicate fan.

This wasn’t Jiang Ning’s first time seeing him. She already knew he had an exceptionally handsome face.

But what surprised her was—even at such a close distance, there wasn’t the slightest flaw on his skin. Not a single visible pore. His skin was smooth and fine, his nose high and straight, features sharp and sculpted. He looked like he’d stepped right out of a TV drama as the cold, domineering CEO.

Jiang Ning leaned over, sat at the bedside, opened her medical kit, and pulled out a pouch of acupuncture needles—golden needles.

Under the surgical lights, the gold needles reflected a chilling gleam.

The Golden Needle Meridian Technique—a lost art passed down for over three thousand years.

One needle for yin, one for yang.

Traditional Chinese medicine centers on the balance of yin and yang, the eight trigrams. If one mastered this art, it was said they could even bring flesh back to bone.

In her past life, Jiang Ning had built her global reputation through this very technique.

Holding a golden needle in each hand, she began.

One hand to the Zan Zhu point near the eyebrows.
The other to the Ren Zhong point, just above the lips.

Then—
To the Dan Zhong, the center of the chest.
Ju Que.
Jiu Wei.
Shen Que.
Guan Yuan…

One by one, she struck every critical acupoint.

Her hands moved so quickly, so fluidly, there was barely a pause between placements.

From a distance, her movements resembled a martial artist in full flow—swift, elegant, almost impossible to follow with the naked eye.

If anyone were watching, they would be stunned.

They would instantly recognize it: the long-lost Golden Needle Meridian Technique!

Where the golden needle lands, life awakens.

…

Shen Jingnian, deep in unconsciousness, felt like he was drifting in a foggy void.

Everything around him was murky.

He couldn’t see anything clearly.

His mind felt heavy, as if weighed down by something he couldn’t escape.

Then—
Suddenly.

A beam of light pierced through the mist—dawn breaking through darkness.

His muddled consciousness began to clear.
The fog in his head lifted.
Direction returned.
Purpose followed.

Like a spring breeze in April—

Refreshing.
Reviving.
Alive.

And then—he smelled something.

A scent.

Faint, natural, unlike the synthetic perfume he was used to.
It was subtle—like bamboo after snowfall. Cool. Crisp. With a delicate sweetness that lingered softly in the air.

It smelled… divine.

In less than half an hour, golden needles now covered all the major acupoints on Shen Jingnian’s body.

Jiang Ning took out a small pill from her kit and gently placed it in his mouth.

It wasn’t bitter—in fact, it had a soft white peach sweetness to it.

Almost immediately, Shen Jingnian’s heartbeat began to stabilize.
His breathing slowed from erratic to calm.
And the golden needles—they began turning black.

A sure sign the treatment was working.

Wisps of white smoke rose from his body.

Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

Shen Jingnian’s eyelids trembled—then slowly opened.

In that hazy, dreamlike moment—

He thought he saw a flawless side profile, delicate and serene like jade.

Skin like porcelain.
Hands like silk.
So ethereal—it didn’t seem real.

He wanted to remember that face.

But just as quickly, his consciousness faded again.

Was it real?

Or was it… a dream?

…

Time ticked on.

No one knew how long had passed.

When Xu Zhiming returned to the sterile room, the door remained tightly shut.

He checked his watch.

Three hours.

A standard C-section surgery didn’t even take this long.

But this?

This was just acupuncture!

Three hours?!

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something must have gone terribly wrong.

Jiang Ning was clearly too afraid to face the consequences—and now, she was hiding inside!

He stepped forward, face darkening, and said to the group:

“Mr. Yun, Mrs. Yun, it’s already been three hours. There’s still no movement from inside. I can say with confidence—the situation is not looking good. If you still want to save Ninth Master Shen, you need to kick the door down and drag Jiang Ning out. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!”

Yun Zhengyi glanced at his watch, sweat beading on his forehead. “Jingshu… maybe we should listen to Dr. Xu…”

If they stopped her now, maybe there was still a chance to save his brother-in-law.

But if they waited any longer…

He was afraid.

Terrified.

“No!” Yun Haotian stepped forward, blocking the door with a firm stance. “Miss Jiang made it clear—no one is allowed to disturb her while she’s performing acupuncture!”

Shen Jingshu nodded in agreement. “Haotian is right. What if she’s at the most critical point right now? If someone bursts in and disrupts her—who’s going to take responsibility if the treatment fails?!”

Hearing that, Xu Zhiming knew—

Shen Jingshu was a lost cause.

He let out a long sigh.

“In that case, Madam Yun, I hope you remember this moment and the choice you made. I have a meeting to attend, so I won’t disturb you further.”

BANG!

Just then—

The tightly shut sterile room door swung open.

A slender figure stepped out.

Everyone’s gaze shot toward the door.

After three whole hours, Jiang Ning emerged.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her face a little pale, and there was a visible trace of fatigue between her eyes.

But what stood out was—

She didn’t look proud.
Not even relieved.
There was no sign of triumph.

By all logic, if the treatment had been successful—especially after all of Xu Zhiming’s mockery—she should have been overjoyed.

But her expression?

Too calm. Too quiet.

Xu Zhiming’s eyes narrowed. A cold gleam flickered in them.

He was certain.

The treatment had failed.

See? This is what happens when people get cocky!

Yun Zhengyi’s heart dropped into his stomach. His face went completely pale.

Could it be—

Had something happened to Jingnian?

Shen Jingshu rushed forward, her voice trembling with urgency.

“Ms. Jiang-  m-my brother… how is he now? “