A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Chapter 366 - 366: Nirvana Healing

Chapter 366 - 366: Nirvana Healing

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“He’s worrying about something that’s never going to happen. As for the Green Physician Sect, if you want to manage it, I can have Liang Luoyu help you market it… He’s really good at that!”

Speaking of Liang Luoyu, Wen Xin remembered how he looked when he left their house in the morning. She looked at Mu Chengxi, chuckled, and said, “Are you sure Liang Luoyu can handle it? Won’t he hold a grudge because of the herbal medicine and ruin Green Physician Sect’s marketing for me…”

“It’s a possibility.” Mu Chengxi watched Wen Xin’s expression, smiled indulgently, and seemed to have thought of something too.

Mu Chengxi and Wen Xin’s arrival surprised Zhuge Jingming, who had not expected Wen Xin to be so open about her relationship with Mu Chengxi. “Little Uncle-Master, follow me. I’ve prepared the treatment room.”

Zhuge Jingming’s attitude towards Wen Xin was as respectful as ever. Wen Xin had told him many times that he didn’t need to be so formal, but Zhuge Jingming insisted, saying that by lineage, he was indeed her junior, and that

couldn’t be changed.

Wen Xin and Zhuge Jingming entered the treatment room. Zhuge Jingming looked very nervous. After a morning of research, he was confident in his techniques but wasn’t sure if he could meet Wen Xin’s expectations regarding speed.

“Little Uncle-Master, I…”

“Don’t be nervous. This time, you’ll use my gold needles for the acupuncture. I trust your skills. Also, I want to remind you not to say too much to Mu Chengxi. I’ve only told him that I’m here for treatment for coldness in the womb. He doesn’t know anything else.”

Wen Xin’s words made Zhuge Jingming, who was preparing to sterilize the gold needles, pause. He looked at her, “Little Uncle-Master, this treatment is very painful. I think it’s better to let him know so he can offer you more comfort…”

“Comfort? I don’t need it. What haven’t I endured? This pain is nothing. Just focus on treating me, and don’t worry about anything else. I’ll handle it!”

Wen Xin’s voice was calm, showing no emotion, but Zhuge Jingming knew she didn’t want him to say more. He bowed his head and continued with the sterilization.

After all the preparations were completed, Zhuge Jingming began the acupuncture treatment with serious concentration. With each needle, Wen Xin’s expression grew more pained.

By the time Zhuge Jingming inserted the last needle, Wen Xin’s forehead was covered in sweat, her face pale. She bit her lip hard, refusing to cry out in pain. “Little Uncle-Master, you can remove the needles in twenty minutes.”

Zhuge Jingming, being a doctor, knew this acupuncture method was excruciating. He had seen the condition Wen Xin was in when she was brought back to life by his master. The pain then was nothing, less than one-third, compared to this acupuncture method.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Xin’s breathing became weaker. She no longer had the strength to bite her lip, and Zhuge Jingming could hear her faint sighs.

When the time was up, Zhuge Jingming quickly got up, took a pill from a prepared medicine bottle, and placed it in Wen Xin’s mouth.

After taking the pill, Wen Xin’s breathing gradually stabilized.

Zhuge Jingming skillfully removed all the gold needles from Wen Xin’s body. Lying on the treatment bed, Wen Xin let out a long sigh, as if reborn.

“Little Uncle-Master, how do you feel?” Hearing Wen Xin sigh, Zhuge Jingming’s heart, which had been hanging, instantly settled. He knew the acupuncture session was a success.

Lying on the bed, it took Wen Xin about five minutes to speak, “It’s too early to see the effects now. We’ll know in about a month. But one thing’s for sure, your acupuncture skills are quite good!”

Wen Xin tried to raise her arm but found she had overestimated herself. She couldn’t move at all.

“Go call Mu Chengxi in and have him carry me home.”

Wen Xin gave Zhuge Jingming a helpless smile, wondering how long they could keep Mu Chengxi in the dark if she needed to be carried home every time. She guessed it wouldn’t take many such instances for Mu Chengxi to realize something was amiss.

Zhuge Jingming hesitated for a moment, wanting to persuade Wen Xin to be honest with Mu Chengxi about her condition, but knowing her character, he paused, then turned to call Mu Chengxi in.

When Mu Chengxi entered and saw Wen Xin looking as if she had been fished out of water, he was shocked and quickly went to her side, holding her hand and glaring at Zhuge Jingming with a dark expression.

“What happened here?” Mu Chengxi’s voice was deliberately lowered, but it was filled with anger.

Seeing Mu Chengxi almost exploding with rage, Zhuge Jingming instinctively stepped back. Before he could speak, Mu Chengxi grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.

“Master Mu, my Little Uncle-Master is fine. She just has a severe case of coldness in her body. The acupuncture was to expel the coldness, which is why she looks like this…”

Zhuge Jingming looked at Mu Chengxi fearfully, his voice trembling. He had anticipated Mu Chengxi’s anger but had not expected him to be violent.

“Coldness?”

“Yes, the Little Uncle-Master has a significant amount of coldness in her body, so she feels cold in her hands and feet during her menstrual period. She prescribed the medicine herself and taught me the acupuncture technique. I was just assisting her with the acupuncture!”

Zhuge Jingming spoke cautiously, genuinely afraid that an agitated Mu Chengxi might throw his round body out. He wasn’t young anymore and couldn’t withstand Mu Chengxi’s fury.

After hearing Zhuge Jingming’s explanation, Mu Chengxi’s brows furrowed deeply. He had thought Wen Xin’s symptoms were normal and hadn’t realized it was an illness.

Mu Chengxi let go of Zhuge Jingming, took off his coat, and wrapped Wen Xin in it.

Seeing that Mu Chengxi had released him, Zhuge Jingming quickly put the sterilized gold needles into Wen Xin’s cloth bag, organized the bag, and respectfully handed it to Mu Chengxi.

Mu Chengxi slung Wen Xin’s backpack over his shoulder and carried her out of Zhuge Jingming’s treatment room.

As Mu Chengxi reached the door of the treatment room, he surveyed the environment and asked coldly, “Can this treatment be done at home?”

“Of course, the next time, I plan to go to the Little Uncle-Master’s house for the treatment. It’s a bit too much troublesome to have her come to my clinic..”