Chapter 3: Money in Hand

  Ma De Shui, a native of Sichuan, was formerly a foreman. In the past few years, Suzhou and surrounding areas have been developing rapidly, and Ma De Shui brought more than 100 Sichuan migrant workers to catch this wave. Because Ma De Shui is honest in his work and has high-quality craftsmanship, he became wealthy in just a few years and founded his own "De Shui Construction Company", becoming the boss.

  This afternoon, more than 100 projects in the southern area of Suzhou were publicly tendered by the government. This is a great opportunity, even if it's the smallest project, there are over 30 million contracts. For a small company like Ma De Shui, getting one project can fulfill the company's annual profit plan. Of course, making money is easy, but competition is also fierce, so Ma De Shui is worried and wants to cure his insomnia, using the best state to strive for it.

  When Song Jian said that he didn't need to tie his neck, but just pinched a needle on his foot, Ma De Shui naturally put down his heart. As a peasant worker and contractor, there were more than ten scars on his hands and feet. For the small pain of being pricked by a needle on his foot, he simply didn't care.

  "Come on, come on, just do it, brother. As long as you can cure my illness, I'll definitely pay." As he spoke, Ma Deshui bent down, tilted his neck, and took off the leather shoes and socks from his feet.

  Song Jian nodded, he wasn't afraid of Ma Deshui's debt either. He took a look at Ma Deshui's neck and saw that it was a right-sided fallen pillow. Song Jian then asked Ma Deshui to lift his left foot and put it on the stool.

  "What's that kid doing? Is he getting acupuncture?"

  "It seems so, but with a sprained neck and acupuncture on my feet, will it be useful? At such a far distance?"

  "Yes, yes, and besides, this big fellow is too tall, the effect of acupuncture will definitely not be transmitted."

  The people around whispered to each other.

  Qī Fēi beckoned to Dr. Li and whispered: "You go call security."

  "It's the director." Doctor Li quickly left.

  Song Jian didn't think too much, treating this minor illness, he was really confident, and now he could also let loose and freely display his skills. In the palace back then, Song Jian didn't dare to move his needle carelessly, those emperors and imperial consorts were all dragon bodies and phoenix bodies, if one needle had no effect, it's likely that his own head would be gone too.

  Aim at Ma De's left foot bundle bone hole, Song Jian's syringe needle in his hand has already stabbed down without hesitation.

  "Ah! It hurts so much... it's killing me!" Ma De shouted like a pig being slaughtered.

  Qifeng breathed a sigh of relief, his heart coldly amused. He knew that real acupuncture wasn't painful at all. If a patient yelped in pain after just one needle, it was the practitioner who was inexperienced.

  But Qifei had forgotten that the needle used by Song Jian was a large syringe needle, and the part where he was injected was at the back of his toes, which is the most sensitive nerve in the human body. How could it not hurt!

  Song Jian did not respond to Ma De's howl, his fingers suddenly spun rapidly, and the needle between his fingers quickly rotated with his fingers.

  "Ah! Ow! Ahh, it's so sore and numb! Ahhh, it really hurts! Stop, stop, stop, little brother, you have to stop, stop, or I'll die! Ahhh, I really can't take it anymore!" As he spoke, Ma De Shui grabbed Song Jian's hands, preventing him from continuing to move the needle.

  "My god! Is this for real? This is so amazing!"

  "Really! How did your neck get better?"

  "Right, it's unbelievable, I was just tilting my head a moment ago, how come it's not tilted now."

  “……”

  The patients around him started buzzing with discussion.

  Upon hearing the gossip, Ma De Shui finally reacted and shook his neck from side to side. Then, with a "plop", he stood up and said: "I'm...! My old man's neck really doesn't hurt anymore! It's really healed!"

  This excitement caused all sorts of Sichuan slang to burst out from Ma De's mouth.

  Song Jian stood up with the help of a chair, and he secretly lamented in his heart that this body was really too weak. Just getting injected with one needle made him feel faint.

  "If you're done, then pull out that needle first and pay up," Song Jian said with an unchanged expression.

  Ma De Shui suddenly remembered Song Jian, he lowered his head and saw that the needle was still stuck in his foot. He bent down, pulled out the needle, and a few drops of fresh blood gushed out. A kind-hearted patient handed him a paper towel, Ma De Shui quickly wiped away the bloodstains, then put on his socks.

  The patients around saw Ma De's fruit and were all stunned for a moment.

  Ma De smiled and looked at Song Jian, saying: "Brother, my neck is almost fine now, but can you tell me the principle behind it? My cervical vertebrae were displaced, and I also had cervical neuritis. How did your one needle make it better?"

  "And it's still tied up!" one of the onlookers added.

  Song Jian furrowed his brow and said, "Pay first."

  Ma De splashed water on Song Jian's face, then quickly pulled out a stack of money from his briefcase and put it in Song Jian's hand.

  Song Jian nodded and said, "This is just a common case of wind-induced neck pain. However, the doctor who treated you used incorrect massage techniques, which worsened the hematoma in your neck muscles, making it more painful. My acupuncture was only to clear the stagnant blood from your meridians. The injured area is on the Foot Taiyang Meridian, although it's located on your neck, but the human body's meridians are interconnected, so I chose a point on your foot's Foot Taiyang Meridian and used a clearing technique, which will naturally help you recover. Tonight, use a hot water bag to warm up your neck slightly, and you'll be completely fine by tomorrow."

  After a simple explanation, Song Jian put away the 10,000 yuan and walked out of the crowd.

  "It's over there, it's over there! The swindler is right in the crowd!" Doctor Li's voice rang out, accompanied by a chaotic mixture of footsteps.

  "Make way, make way! There are also scammers in the hospital, it's too arrogant. Dr. Li, don't worry, we will definitely bring this swindler to justice." A middle-aged man wearing a security uniform shouted loudly while pushing away the crowd.

  Four security guards followed behind him as well.

  "Get out! Get out! Scram! Who's the swindler? Your Director Qi is the swindler! What cervical dislocation, what muscle tissue damage, what cervical neuritis... damn it, it was all just a scam to cheat me!" Ma De-shui saw the security guards squeezing in to take away Song Jian and immediately started shouting loudly.

  "Hahaha......" The patients around him burst out laughing.

  "I said, how can a big guy sleep for one night and sleep out so many problems? It turns out that the doctor was talking nonsense."

  "Alas, nowadays doctors have no real skills and yet they still speak lies."

  "What can you do? If you're sick, you have to come to the hospital!"

  The patients around you complained one by one, Qifei heard it in his ears, his face turned red and white, and then he suddenly pushed away the crowd, lowered his head and walked away quickly.

  "Director Qi! Director Qi, are you going to catch this swindler or not?!" The newly graduated Dr. Li didn't know what was happening and chased after Qi Fei as he ran over.

  "Get out of here and submit 30,000 words for inspection tomorrow!" Qi Fei scolded Li Doctor in a bad mood, then strode away.

  "What?" Dr. Li was perplexed.

  The five security guards were even more bewildered, standing in place, unsure whether or not to take action.

  Ma De stretched out his arm and escorted Song Jian out of the crowd.

  Song Jian nodded at Ma De-shui and said, "Goodbye." Then he was about to leave quickly.

  "Hey, little brother, this is my business card. Can you give me one of yours?" Ma De Shui stretched out his hand and handed Song Jian a gold-embossed business card.

  Song Jian took it over and shook his head: "I don't have a business card."

  "Haha, brother, you're really not pleasant," Ma De's eyes stared at Song Jian's upper pocket and said.

  Song Jian was stunned, then lowered his head and saw that several business cards were sticking out of the breast pocket of his shirt.

  "Oh, so there is," Song Jian didn't feel embarrassed either. He pulled out one and handed it to Ma Deshui, then quickly left.

  "Si Yuan Tian Ran Technology Co., Ltd. full-time deputy driver, Song Jian. Driver? Or deputy?" Ma De Shui was stunned on the spot, not knowing whether this business card was true or false. He had always thought that Song Jian must be a doctor at some clinic or hospital, how could he possibly be a driver?

  "Hey, old horse, what are you doing here?" came a cheerful greeting from behind.

  Ma De turned around and saw a bald head, laughing: "I came here to see a doctor, how come, Xu boss, you also came here to see a doctor?"

  "No, I was originally going to collect the corpse of that damn bastard, but it turned out that bastard didn't die!" The newcomer was none other than Xu Qiangsan, who naturally became angry when mentioning Song Jian, and cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

  "Haha, Mr. Xu is just joking. Ah, right, Mr. Xu, doesn't your company, Siyuan, have a driver named Song Jian?" Ma Deshui suddenly remembered that Xu Qiangsan was the father of the chairman of Siyuan Natural Technology. Of course, as someone who often mixed in these circles, Ma Deshui also knew what kind of person Xu Qiangsan was. Calling him "Mr. Xu" was just a courtesy, because everyone knew that Xu Qiangsan had no real power and spent his days shamelessly freeloading everywhere.

  Xu Qiangsan's face changed when Ma Deshui mentioned "Song Jian", and he said: "Old Ma, what do you mean? Have you heard any rumors? I'm telling you, Song Jian that scumbag has nothing to do with our Xu family! A drug addict who only knows how to take drugs, how can he possibly have a relationship with our Xu family?"

  Xu Qiangsan thought Ma Deshui knew about Song Jian and Xu Si's engagement, so he immediately strongly denied it.

  Ma De looked at Xu Qiang with a puzzled expression, then smiled and said: "I think Song Jian is a good kid, and he's also capable. Oh, if you don't want him to be your driver anymore, don't forget to tell me, our company may be small, but we still have several high-paying positions..."

  Just then, Ma De-shui's mobile phone rang.

  Xiaozhe Xu Qiangsan waved his hand and Ma Deshui ran out of the hospital hall, carrying a briefcase and answering phone calls.

  "What does that mean?" Xu Qiang stood there in stunned silence, "High-paying job? Hey, hey, Old Ma, Director Ma, do you think I'm suitable for a high-paying job..."