Old Master Chu let out a hearty laugh. After catching his breath for a moment, he waved off any assistance and rose to his feet, looking nothing like the man who had been on the brink of death just moments before. The crowd, who had been watching the spectacle unfold, certain the reckless young woman was courting disaster, now exchanged bewildered glances. What on earth had she done? How could Old Master Chu have recovered so suddenly? “Mr. Chu, you must get to a hospital,” the executive-type urged, his expression strained. “You have no idea how dangerous that was.” He refused to believe a few needles could wield such power. Yun An’an let out a soft breath and rose. “Sir,” she said to Old Master Chu, “your condition is stabilized for now, but for your long-term health, it would be best to go to the hospital for a full examination and treatment.” She was confident that with proper rest and diet, he wouldn't suffer another attack for a very long time. His assistant, however, would never believe something so outlandish. “My dear girl,” Old Master Chu said, smiling warmly at Yun An’an as he stroked his white beard. “To possess such extraordinary skill at your age… you have a brilliant future ahead of you.” Though his mind had been clouded, he knew perfectly well who had saved him. If this young woman hadn't insisted on helping, he might not have pulled through. “This is a small token of my gratitude,” Old Master Chu said, retrieving a lustrous green jade pendant from his jacket pocket and offering it to her. “If you ever find yourself in trouble, you come find this old man, you hear, dear child?” Coming from anyone else, such a promise might have been dismissed. But this was Old Master Chu, a national treasure, a master of traditional painting whose works were priceless, especially now that he had long since retired his brush. The way the onlookers regarded Yun An’an changed instantly. Anyone under Old Master Chu’s protection was someone to steer clear of, lest you offend them. Yun An’an accepted the pendant without protest, as she did charge for her services. “Thank you, Mr. Chu,” she said, her tone respectful and composed. “If you ever feel unwell again, I’m at the Yun Medical Clinic on Maple Avenue. Come by and I’ll give you a twenty percent discount.” “Hahaha! Excellent! This old man will remember that,” Old Master Chu boomed, his face alight with laughter at her unexpected offer. Soon after, Old Master Chu was escorted downstairs by his bodyguards, and the crowd began to disperse. But the executive-type called “Xiao Yu” remained behind, claiming Old Master Chu had instructed him to see Yun An’an home. Yun An’an knew he wanted to speak with her, so she accepted the offer and they left together. Long after she was gone, the manager emerged from behind a large potted plant. He rubbed his chin. “No wonder the boss told me not to interfere,” he murmured. “This Yun An’an… she’s not to be underestimated.” - “We’re here.” Yu Ming pulled the car to a stop in front of the Huo residence, his face a rigid mask. “Miss Yun,” he said coolly, “your medical skills may be impressive, but allow me to remind you not to interfere in Mr. Chu’s health again. The slightest misstep would carry a price you cannot afford. Consider this a warning.” The corner of Yun An’an’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t rise to the threat. She simply grabbed her bag, got out of the car, and walked through the main gate toward the villa. But no matter how many times she entered her code, the keypad by the door flashed an error. A terrible realization dawned on her, and the color drained from her face.