Jin Yu looked at the row upon row of needles flashing with silver light, and his scalp tingled.
He was afraid of nothing in this world, save for these thin and long silver needles.
As a child, he had been seriously ill and had to get injections every day for a whole year.
Over time, Jin Yu developed something called "fear" toward these silver needles.
Jin Yu looked incredulously at Old Wu.
Could the old man be seizing the chance to exact revenge?
Receiving Jin Yu’s resistant gaze, Old Wu smiled kindly, "Are you thanking me?"
Old Wu thought Jin Yu was trying to garner sympathy by feigning agony. Knowing Jin Yu’s fear of needles, and to make his acting more convincing, he decided to lend him a hand.
"Come on, don’t be scared, take your clothes off," he said as he reached out to pull on Jin Yu’s clothing.
Jin Yu quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt and stepped back, "No, no need, I’m all right now."
"Jin Yu, be good, it’s not shameful, one must seek treatment for ailments," encouraged Xu Niannian, pressing down on his shoulder and smiling gently at him, "Don’t worry, you’ll definitely get better, Doctor Wu said you could recover."
Watching Xu Niannian’s charmingly sweet and encouraging face, Jin Yu was having an internal battle.
Should he continue to pretend, endure the pain once more to marry his bride, or come clean now, risking being completely blacklisted by his wife-to-be?
Before he could finish his internal struggle, Xu Niannian had already undone the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open to both sides.
Suddenly, a pain in his chest and the profound shadows of his childhood assailed him; Jin Yu wrapped his arms around Xu Niannian, clutching her waist with an exceptionally tight grip.
Startled by his sudden embrace, Xu Niannian jumped, being careful not to touch his needles, she leaned as far back as possible.
Then she noticed Jin Yu was crying.
His whole body was trembling.
Xu Niannian was somewhat dumbfounded.
Old Wu observed Jin Yu’s behavior, his aged face revealing an even kinder smile.
He had successfully feigned suffering.
Intent on helping to the end, he took out several silver needles and skillfully inserted them into Jin Yu’s body.
Jin Yu’s forehead was sweating, and the childhood memories made his body tremble uncontrollably.
When Doctor Wu withdrew the needles, Jin Yu was drenched in sweat, resembling a drenched dog that had been thrown into a river, lying breathlessly on the bed.
Seeing him suffer , Xu Niannian anxiously saw Doctor Wu out.
"Doctor Wu, will Jin Yu be alright?" she asked.
With a beaming smile, Old Wu gave her an answer, "Take good care of him, he will eventually recover."
So Xu Niannian was relieved.
Xu Niannian sent Old Wu out the door, leaving only Jin Yu lying still as a dead dog in the empty room.
Jin Yu lay on his back on the bed, curling his fingers and rubbing his temples for quite a while.
What sins had he committed? He didn’t get any benefits, not only made her cry but also reduced himself to this wretched state.
Propping himself up on the bed’s edge, he tried to sit up.
Halfway up, his arm which had been pricked with the silver needles shuddered, and he, along with the blanket, tumbled off the bed, unfortunately knocking against the short stool on the ground.
The square-shaped stool, its sharp corner perfectly jabbing into his private parts.
Jin Yu howled "Ow" in agony, clutching his crotch and curling into a fetal position like a shrimp.
When Xu Niannian returned after seeing off Old Wu, what she saw was Jin Yu clutching his groin and howling, and she was immediately alarmed at how exaggerated his pain seemed in her absence.
She hurried over, intending to help him up.
Jin Yu said in a pained voice, "Don’t, don’t touch me."
She continued watching as the pain made the veins on his forehead bulge.
After the pain subsided, Jin Yu completely wilted, truly so weak he needed Xu Niannian’s assistance just to get into bed, his arms and legs too feeble to move an inch. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on NovelHub(.)net