Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Especially after hearing Mu Chengxi’s explanation at home and thinking about Wen Xin’s hard work over the past few days, she felt even more heartache.
“Wen Xin’s condition is not dangerous. She just needs to rest well…”
“Why are there so many people here? Dr. Nan, this is Miss Wen’s test result. There are no issues, just simple exhaustion and some malnutrition.”
Nan Xu took the examination report handed over by the nurse and glanced at the data before addressing Mu Chengxi and the others calmly.
“She’s fine. Just let her rest. I’ll transfer her to a regular ward now. You should go back and rest. Come back when she wakes up.”
Nan Xu understood why Wen Xin had come to the hospital alone before. It was indeed inconvenient for Mu Chengxi to accompany her.
“No, I want to stay with her.” Mu Chengxi moved his wheelchair slightly to make way for the medical staff to transfer Wen Xin to a regular ward.
In the regular ward, only Mu Chengxi stayed by Wen Xin’s side, holding her cold hand. His eyes were full of guilt. Wen Xin ended up like this because of him. If it weren’t for his trouble, she wouldn’t have exhausted herself to the point of collapse.
Those waiting outside saw the tightly shut door of the ward and dared not enter. Even Wei Manqing and Mu Chengxu remained unusually quiet, not wanting to disturb the two inside.
“What happened? What’s wrong with my Little Uncle-Master?”
A frantic voice suddenly echoed in the quiet corridor. Zhuge Jingming’s chubby figure seemed to fly as he hurried along. Mu Bei had to run to keep up with him.
“Elder Zhuge, please be quiet. Wen Xin is sleeping inside.” Wei Manqing stood up and stopped Zhuge Jingming, who was panting heavily.
“The doctor said she’s just extremely fatigued. Please check on her and see if we need to supplement her nutrition.”
Wei Manqing carefully pushed open the door, seeing Mu Chengxi gazing lovingly at Wen Xin. The sight touched her deeply. She had always thought Mu Chengxi was cold-hearted and would never show true emotions to anyone. But now, Wen Xin was the special person who brought out his humanity.
Zhuge Jingming peeked over Wei Manqing’s shoulder and was shocked to see Mu Chengxi in a wheelchair. What on earth had happened?
“Madam Mu, let me in to check on Little Uncle-Master. Mu Bei said she complained of a headache before passing out. I need to see what’s going on.”
Zhuge Jingming squeezed through the door, making his way to Wen Xin’s side. He glanced at Mu Chengxi, who didn’t respond to him, so he walked around to Wen Xin’s other side.
As soon as Zhuge Jingming touched Wen Xin’s blanket, Mu Chengxi’s head snapped up, his dark eyes icy as they locked onto Zhuge Jingming’s movements. The sudden reaction startled Zhuge Jingming, making him step back in surprise.
Seeing this, everyone outside felt a surge of anxiety. Wei Manqing and Mu Chengxu quickly walked in, with one of them gently patting Mu Chengxi’s shoulder to calm him down.
Wei Manqing then carefully took Wen Xin’s hand from under the blanket and softly said to Zhuge Jingming, “He’s just tense because Wen Xin suddenly collapsed. Don’t be scared.”
Zhuge Jingming nodded and then sat cautiously by Wen Xin’s bedside, placing his fingers on her wrist to take her pulse.
At first, Zhuge Jingming’s expression was grave, but after a few seconds, it softened slightly. Then, after about a minute, his face darkened again. This back-and-forth expression persisted for five or six minutes until Mu Chengxu finally couldn’t hold back.
“Mr. Zhuge, how is Little Xinxin? Seeing your expressions is making my heart race!”
Zhuge Jingming ignored Mu Chengxu. When Mu Chengxu was about to speak again, Wei Manqing motioned for him to be quiet, indicating that it was best not to disturb Zhuge Jingming at this critical moment.
After another ten minutes, Zhuge Jingming finally withdrew his fingers from Wen Xin’s wrist.
“Little Uncle-Master’s condition is due to acute emotional distress and physical exhaustion. Her body has a unique cold constitution. I need to perform acupuncture. Does she have gold needles in her backpack?”
“Where’s her backpack? Mu Bei, where is Wen Xin’s backpack?” Mu Chengxi snapped out of his daze, his voice urgent.
Mu Bei rushed in with Wen Xin’s backpack, respectfully handing it to Mu Chengxi.
Mu Chengxi opened the backpack and found two black fabric rolls, now stiff with his dried blood.
When Zhuge Jingming took the rolls, he glanced at Mu Chengxi’s injuries and guessed why Wen Xin was so depleted. She must have exhausted herself saving Mu Chengxi and hadn’t recovered properly.
“Madam Mu, could you have the kitchen prepare a nourishing soup? We need a chicken older than three years and three pigeons, simmered with ginseng, Wolfberries, and Huangqi for twelve hours. When Little Uncle-Master wakes up, she should drink a bowl.”
“Okay, I’ll arrange it right away.” Wei Manqing trusted Zhuge Jingming’s medical skills and immediately went to make the call.
Nan Xu watched Zhuge Jingming perform acupuncture from outside the room, her eyes filled with admiration.
Western medicine was her expertise, but after meeting Wen Xin, she realized there were issues that Western medicine couldn’t solve, like the ones Zhuge Jingming identified.
She had considered learning Chinese medicine from Wen Xin, but Wen Xin always refused, believing in specialization and not wanting to complicate things.
Two hours later, Zhuge Jingming removed all the needles from Wen Xin and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He turned to Mu Chengxi.
“Little Uncle-Master will wake up around noon tomorrow. She used up her own energy to save you, Young Marshall Mu. You need to rest well and not waste her efforts.”