"Shut up. Say one more word and I'll silence you forever."
Feng Jin threatened fiercely. She hated it the most when people spoke and disrupted her focus while she was administering acupuncture.
With two fingers, she picked up a silver needle and began to apply it to Chu Chenyi's chest with an extremely peculiar technique, quickly inserting thirteen needles.
Chu Chenyi watched, dumbfounded. He had seen no less than a hundred renowned physicians over the years, but this was the first time he had witnessed such an odd method of acupuncture. He finally understood why the Empress Dowager had sent Feng Jin to treat him.
There was a reason for Ling Mohan's unconditional trust in Feng Jin as well.
As she inserted the final needle, Chu Chenyi felt a sharp pain in his chest.
A force surged through his dan tian, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, followed by an agonizing, bone-deep pain that spread throughout his body, causing his toes to curl up from the agony.
Sweat beaded on Chu Chenyi's forehead, and he bit his lip tightly, gripping the armrests of the chair with all his might.
"Don't move, it will be over soon," Feng Jin said in a low voice. The toxic blood had been expelled, and the meridians in his limbs were now active, with blood circulation carrying out the toxins.
Lin Yuwei's heart ached with worry. "Bear with it for a moment, it will be over soon."
When the appointed time arrived, Feng Jin quickly removed the needles. Chu Chenyi's chest was indeed black and blue.
All the toxic blood in his body had gathered in his chest.
Feng Jin took out a specially made scalpel and made a swift, precise cut into the darkened area. Black blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Take this medicine," Feng Jin said, placing a pill into Chu Chenyi's mouth to prevent him from passing out from excessive blood loss.
After the toxic blood was drained, bright red blood flowed out. Feng Jin applied a hemostatic agent to the wound, bandaged it with gauze, and began packing her acupuncture kit.
"The residual poison in your body has been completely expelled, but your qi and blood are severely deficient. You will need to recuperate for some time before we can proceed with bone reconstruction."
The main issue was that the residual poison of the "Liang Xiang Yi" had remained in Chu Chenyi's body for too long, and his body's structure had adapted to it. The sudden and complete removal of the toxins had led to qi and blood deficiency, requiring a period of rest and recovery.
Chu Chenyi took a deep breath and said urgently, "I'm fine. Help me with the bone reconstruction. I need to stand up."
He had waited too long. He needed to stand up as soon as possible and end this life.
"I told you, your body is not suitable for it right now. Bone reconstruction is extremely dangerous, and the pain involved is a thousand times, ten thousand times worse than the acupuncture today. I absolutely will not agree to break your bones!"
Feng Jin's eyes were filled with determination. As a physician, she had to consider the patient's well-being thoroughly before taking any action.
She had to be cautious, extremely cautious, and she would not take even the slightest risk.
"I'll write you a prescription later to help you recuperate. We can discuss other matters in a few days. Yuwei, I'll be relying on you to supervise him during this time." Feng Jin entrusted the important task to Lin Yuwei, partly to supervise Chu Chenyi and partly hoping they could develop some affection for each other.
There was some truth to the saying "familiarity breeds affection." In the past few days, the two of them seemed to have become quite close, a far cry from their previous reluctance to even glance at each other.
Lin Yuwei nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on him!" she said with a confident air.
"We'll be going back now." Their time here was drawing to a close, and staying any longer might arouse suspicion from others. Moreover, Feng Jin had woken up very early that morning and was now very sleepy, needing to return and catch up on some sleep.
The four of them exited the secret chamber together. The sudden brightness caused all four to turn their heads involuntarily.
However, Ling Mohan, with his sharp eyes, spotted a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall. He immediately stepped forward and took it down. "It's actually a genuine work by Elder Scholar Fu from the previous dynasty. I never expected you to have something like this. Truly surprising."
Ling Mohan praised repeatedly, his movements swift as he carefully put away the painting and calligraphy, holding them firmly in his hands. He then took Feng Jin's hand and led her out.
"Stop! What are you doing with my painting!" Chu Chenyi shouted, reaching out to snatch the artwork.
Not only was Ling Mohan Chu Chenyi's martial arts tutor, but Chu Chenyi was also weak and his legs were inconvenient today. Relying solely on his clumsy wheelchair, he couldn't even touch Ling Mohan's clothes before coughing violently.
Lin Yuwei, startled, quickly stopped him. Didn't he know his own physical condition? If anything happened to him, her future days would be difficult.
"Alright, even when you were healthy, you weren't my match. And now, in your current weak state, what use are you? I'll be taking this painting for now."
Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin along, leaving without looking back.
Chu Chenyi was left with a face full of indignation. This was his favorite calligraphy and painting, and Elder Scholar Fu's works were now priceless treasures. To have it openly snatched away like this, how could he let it go?
"Don't be angry. Sister Feng Jin said that excessive anger is detrimental to your health. It's best to think more optimistically. You can't blame anyone else for this; it's purely because you're too weak..."
Lin Yuwei's words were like daggers, but they were all truthful.
"You... you get out!" Chu Chenyi said through gritted teeth. He felt that Lin Yuwei was in cahoots with that heartless couple, specifically sent to anger him.
Although Lin Yuwei appeared fragile on the surface, she was quite stubborn at heart. As a pampered legitimate daughter of a marquis, when had she ever been spoken to in such a manner?
Enraged, she slapped away Chu Chenyi's pointing finger. Lin Yuwei abandoned all pretense of decorum, hands on her hips, and pointed at Chu Chenyi's nose, scolding him, "My being able to marry a cripple like you is already a fortune you've cultivated over three lifetimes. I serve you daily, and you're still not satisfied? You dare point at me and tell me to get out? I've given you too much face. It's you who should be leaving."
After scolding him, Lin Yuwei still felt unsatisfied. She directly pushed Chu Chenyi out of the room, leaving him to fend for himself.
...
"Do you really like this painting so much that you shamelessly snatched it from Prince Jing? You've been staring at it for a full two hours."
Feng Jin was speechless. She remembered his roguish yet helplessly charming demeanor at Prince Jing's mansion and felt embarrassed.
To go so far as to snatch a painting, it was truly a disgrace.
"Elder Scholar Fu is a great sage of our time, with disciples all over the world. His calligraphy and paintings are priceless. To obtain a genuine work by Elder Scholar Fu today is truly a blessing for three lifetimes."