Chapter 626: Exhausted Herself to Save Him
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Especially after hearing Mu Chengxiâs explanation at home and thinking about Wen Xinâs hard work over the past few days, she felt even more heartache.
âWen Xinâs condition is not dangerous. She just needs to rest wellâŠâ
âWhy are there so many people here? Dr. Nan, this is Miss Wenâs test result. There are no issues, just simple exhaustion and some malnutrition.â
Nan Xu took the examination report handed over by the nurse and glanced at the data before addressing Mu Chengxi and the others calmly.
âSheâs fine. Just let her rest. Iâll transfer her to a regular ward now. You should go back and rest. Come back when she wakes up.â
Nan Xu understood why Wen Xin had come to the hospital alone before. It was indeed inconvenient for Mu Chengxi to accompany her.
âNo, I want to stay with her.â 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 Xinâs side, holding her cold hand. His eyes were full of guilt. Wen Xin ended up like this because of him. If it werenât for his trouble, she wouldnât 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.
âWhat happened? Whatâs wrong with my Little Uncle-Master?â
A frantic voice suddenly echoed in the quiet corridor. Zhuge Jingmingâs chubby figure seemed to fly as he hurried along. Mu Bei had to run to keep up with him.
âElder Zhuge, please be quiet. Wen Xin is sleeping inside.â Wei Manqing stood up and stopped Zhuge Jingming, who was panting heavily.
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âThe doctor said sheâs just extremely fatigued. Please check on her and see if we need to supplement her nutrition.â
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 Manqingâs shoulder and was shocked to see Mu Chengxi in a wheelchair. What on earth had happened?
âMadam 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 whatâs going on.â
Zhuge Jingming squeezed through the door, making his way to Wen Xinâs side. He glanced at Mu Chengxi, who didnât respond to him, so he walked around to Wen Xinâs other side.
As soon as Zhuge Jingming touched Wen Xinâs blanket, Mu Chengxiâs head snapped up, his dark eyes icy as they locked onto Zhuge Jingmingâs 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 Chengxiâs shoulder to calm him down.
Wei Manqing then carefully took Wen Xinâs hand from under the blanket and softly said to Zhuge Jingming, âHeâs just tense because Wen Xin suddenly collapsed. Donât be scared.â
Zhuge Jingming nodded and then sat cautiously by Wen Xinâs bedside, placing his fingers on her wrist to take her pulse.
At first, Zhuge Jingmingâs 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 couldnât hold back.
âMr. Zhuge, how is Little Xinxin? Seeing your expressions is making my heart race!â
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 Xinâs wrist.
âLittle Uncle-Masterâs 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?â
âWhereâs her backpack? Mu Bei, where is Wen Xinâs backpack?â Mu Chengxi snapped out of his daze, his voice urgent.
Mu Bei rushed in with Wen Xinâs 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 Chengxiâs injuries and guessed why Wen Xin was so depleted. She must have exhausted herself saving Mu Chengxi and hadnât recovered properly.
âMadam 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.â
âOkay, Iâll arrange it right away.â Wei Manqing trusted Zhuge Jingmingâs 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 couldnât 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.
âLittle 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.â