Chapter 71: Talking about having a child

Shan Yue's gaze fell on Wen Rensheng.

"Is Madam very weak?" she asked. "Let her go inside and lie down. I'll take her pulse."

He Mu put his arm around Wen Rensheng's shoulder and smiled, "Thank you, divine doctor."

He looked down at Wen Rensheng and asked in a concerned tone, "How are you feeling? Can you hold on until you finish your appointment?"

Wen Rensheng clutched a handkerchief she'd somehow produced, wiped her eyes twice, and nodded weakly.

A look of doubt appeared on Shan Yue's face as she stared intently at Wen Rensheng's face.

Having practiced medicine for many years, she could tell a person's general physical condition and recent mood just by looking at their face. Although Mu claimed that his wife was seriously ill, she could tell from his appearance that he was very lively and did not seem to be sick.

But if you're not sick, why would you pretend to be sick and seek medical help?

Hearing voices and seeing Shan Yue staring at him for a while, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

He quickly grabbed his handkerchief, turned around, and buried himself in He Mu's arms, pretending to be very shy.

He Mu then seized the opportunity and said, "I'm sorry, Doctor, my wife is naturally shy, and since she hasn't been out for a long time, she feels a little embarrassed when people stare at her."

Shan Yue then withdrew her gaze and nodded blankly.

"Oh... I'm sorry."

She indeed stopped staring at Wen Rensheng, turned around, took the latch from the inner room, pushed open the door, and welcomed the two inside.

Hearing the voices, he secretly glanced around. This must be where Shan Yue usually gets her medicine. The air was filled with a pleasant herbal scent, mixed with the aroma of sandalwood, which had a calming effect.

He and He Mu sat down at a table, while Shan Yue picked up paper and pen and sat down opposite them.

She took a small soft cushion and gestured for Wenrensheng to place her wrist on it.

Wen Rensheng obediently did as she was told, turning one hand over and placing it on the small soft pillow. Shan Yue did not immediately take his pulse; instead, she channeled her spiritual energy through her fingertips and gently massaged Wen Rensheng's arm twice.

After being massaged, the skin of the person who heard the voice quickly became somewhat transparent, and the blood vessels under the skin gradually became clear.

This must be a medical practitioner's spell. Wen Rensheng had never seen it before, and now he looked at his arm with curiosity and surprise.

Shan Yue withdrew her hand, looked up at He Mu, and asked, "How old is Madam this year?"

From this point on, we can no longer afford to be perfunctory.

Although he secretly used some methods to temporarily interfere with Shan Yue's magic, he couldn't make Shan Yue lose the judgment she had cultivated over many years of medical practice. If her answers during a consultation were too outrageous, she would be seen through.

Wen Rensheng's body stagnated at the age of sixteen after reaching the Golden Core stage. He was already quite slender, and didn't look like an eighteen-year-old adult demon at all.

After some consideration, He Mu replied, "I'm sixteen this year."

Marriage at sixteen is not unusual, so Shan Yue didn't suspect anything. She picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the paper before continuing to ask, "Do you two have any children?"

Upon hearing this question, Wenrensheng quickly nudged He Mu with his arm and winked at him.

They had practiced this beforehand, so the mountain god wouldn't be wrong.

However, He Mu hesitated. He looked down and met Wen Rensheng's gaze, then mouthed: "Do you really want to say this?"

He nodded vigorously upon hearing a voice.

Having read so many storybooks, he was very confident in his ability to create stories.

He Mu then coughed lightly and replied, "I have two daughters."

Shan Yue paused, looking at He Mu with some surprise.

"Sixteen years old, and already has two daughters?"

He Mu forced a smile and said awkwardly, "Um...they're twins."

"…………"

Shan Yue's brushstrokes remained stiff for a full minute, until the ink at the tip of her brush was almost completely dry, before she slowly dipped her brush in ink again and wrote a couple more strokes on the paper.

For the first time, Mu felt that a minute could be so agonizing. He even had the illusion that his non-existent merits had been severely deducted.

Fortunately, Shan Yue did not comment on their marriage. The look of surprise on her face quickly disappeared, and she asked in a relatively calm tone, "Then, Madam, when did your last period start?"

...Menstruation?

What is that?

When Wen Rensheng was making up the story, he hadn't thought of this part. He blinked and looked at He Mu for help.

He Mu was already feeling extremely uneasy, and now that Shan Yue had thrown him a question he couldn't answer, he was even more at a loss. He could only bite the bullet and reply, "Uh... three days ago?"

Wen Rensheng has a keen sense of perception and immediately noticed He Mu's unease. He quickly reflected that perhaps the pressure from the mountain god was too great. Even if he was improvising, he still needed time to think. It was indeed a bit difficult for him to hand over all the questions to him.

Okay, then I'll leave the rest of the problems to myself.

Hearing someone's voice, she secretly patted He Mu on the back and winked at him.

He Mu had no idea what new ideas were popping into his little head. After being patted twice by Wen Rensheng, he looked at Wen Rensheng, puzzled.

Just as he was about to speak, Shan Yue asked the next question.

"Your period hasn't ended yet, is that right?"

Before Mu could even reply, He Wen nodded first upon hearing the voice.

He Mu realized something was wrong: "Wait..."

Upon hearing the voice, she immediately covered his mouth and mouthed "continue" to Shan Yue.

Shan Yue understood.

These are private matters between husband and wife, and it's normal for them to feel embarrassed to ask their husbands for answers.

“I understand,” she noted down two more notes, then asked, “When was the last time you two consummated your marriage?”

Hearing the voice, he thought for a moment, then gestured "one" to Shan Yue and mouthed:

one day.

Upon seeing this, He Mu gasped and couldn't help but press his temples.

Okay, that's it, it's all over now.

Sure enough, as soon as Shan Yue finished making the gesture, she immediately looked shocked and stood up abruptly.

"one day?"

She raised her voice.

"A day ago? Are you two really husband and wife?"

Startled by the voice, she shrank back and hurriedly tugged at He Mu's sleeve, hoping he would quickly save the day.

But when she turned her head to the side, she saw that He Mu was covering his forehead with both hands, looking like he was "hopeless".

"Sigh..." He heard someone sigh.

Shan Yue, sitting opposite, slammed her chair aside with a bang, hurriedly took a few steps back, reached for a broom in the corner, and immediately used it as a weapon to block in front of her.

Her body was still trembling slightly as she asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you people? Why...why are you here to deceive people?!"

Hearing the voice, he gritted his teeth, slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and said urgently, "Miracle Doctor, we really need your help!"

Shan Yue glared at him: "Aren't you mute?"

Hearing a voice, he cried out anxiously, "I'm mute!"

Shanyue: "..."

"No," Wen Ren said, rubbing his hair in annoyance. "Anyway, you absolutely have to come with me, Divine Doctor. If you come, many lives will be saved!"

That sound...

Upon hearing this string of words, Shan Yue belatedly realized something, and pointed the broom at Wen Rensheng with both hands.

"Are you the ones who knocked on the door yesterday at dusk?"

“Yes, it’s us,” Wenrensheng nodded. “The rat demon on that cart, the divine doctor also saw it. He is my companion. He has been unconscious for many days due to some kind of poison. If this continues, he will die sooner or later. Please, divine doctor, lend a hand and save him!”

After saying this, he beckoned to Mu, and the Se Sha sword at his waist was summoned and flew out of the medicine hall, flying all the way to Ye Lan, who was crouching by the wall outside.

Without saying a word, Ye Lan pushed a cart and smashed open the front door of Shanyue Hall, leaving the unconscious Xu Duo in front of the pharmacy.

"Your subordinate is here!" he shouted.

"You, you all—"

The rat demon was timid by nature. Shan Yue was startled several times by the commotion outside the hall. Several long whiskers immediately sprouted on her cheeks. She was short and shrank into a corner of the medicine hall, feeling as if she could turn into a palm-sized ground mouse and burrow into the ground to escape at any moment.

Hearing the voices, he thought to himself that this Night Protector was really a reckless fool. He was told to barge in, but he just barged in by force, without even thinking to sneak in from the side.

He quickly lowered his voice to soothe Shan Yue's emotions: "I'm sorry, Shan Yue, we were a bit abrupt."

"But this matter not only endangers my friend's life, but also concerns the survival of all the demons in the lower realm. Even if you are unwilling to heal him, please let me tell you what happened, okay?"

Shan Yue's pupils contracted, and her gaze nervously darted back and forth between the group of people.

Inside, He Mu remained seated, obediently sheathing Se Sha. Outside, Ye Lan did not step into the medicine hall again. The group quietly waited for Shan Yue to calm down.

Hearing the voice, he straightened his back. His words were sincere, and his appearance was so pitiful and honest, like a village girl who couldn't lie. It was hard not to believe him.

Shan Yue took a few deep breaths, and her racing heartbeat finally calmed down.

She felt a little dizzy, so she put down the broom and sat back down at the table, holding onto the back of the chair.

Hearing voices, he noticed that Shan Yue was sweating profusely. He quickly took a clean handkerchief from his clothes and handed it to her.

"Miracle doctor," he said cautiously, "are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'm just a little too frightened," Shan Yue waved his hand to refuse the handkerchief and said softly, "Rat demons are born with fragile hearts, and palpitations are common."

Hearing the voice, he realized how much trouble he had caused Shan Yue. Feeling somewhat guilty, he sat back down and whispered, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he wanted to feel around to see if he had anything precious left to give to Shanyue as compensation, but even his money pouch had been given to the old woman who had dressed him up that morning. He was penniless and had no money at all.

Hearing the voice, he felt ashamed and sorry for Shan Yue, and his lips twitched.

Just then, He Mu covered Wen Rensheng's hand and whispered to comfort her, "It's alright, there's nothing wrong with the spiritual energy in her body, she was probably just frightened."

He then said to Shanyue, “I have a magical artifact that can nourish the body. As long as you wear it, you will not experience palpitations again. I will go back to get it in a few days. I would be very grateful if you could take a look at the cause of this friend’s illness.”

Shan Yue did not answer immediately.

After calming down for a while, she finally looked up at them, and color slowly returned to her pale face.

She spoke slowly, explaining, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Hearing the voice, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but take Shan Yue's hand, placing two fingers on her pulse, and voluntarily transferring the spiritual power of his Heavenly Spirit Root to her.

The spiritual power of the Heavenly Spiritual Root is the source of all things. Although giving it to Shan Yue cannot cure the stubborn disease of palpitations, it can at least help to soothe the mind.

Most monsters will instinctively open their hearts to the Heavenly Spirit Root.

As he channeled his spiritual energy, he tentatively asked, "Shanyue, may I ask you why you are unwilling to cure the rat demon's illness?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Yue's fingers curled slightly.

She was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "When I was young, my family suffered a massacre, and that left me with a deep-seated trauma."

massacre?

Hearing the voice, He Mu's expression underwent a subtle change at the same time.

Large-scale massacres of demons are rare. If it happened in recent years, then it is very likely... related to the Heavenly Court.

With the help of the Heavenly Spiritual Root, Shan Yue slowly began to accept Wen Rensheng and confided in him: "I am still too young, and I can't remember the specifics clearly. I only vaguely remember that several masked men in black robes broke into my courtyard that night."

"The leader was a red-haired woman. She pulled up a chair and sat down in front of me, smiling at me. With a wave of her hand, the men in black robes around her scattered in all directions and rushed into the various rooms to start killing."

As Shan Yue spoke, her breathing became shaky, and she couldn't help but wipe her reddened eyes.

“My parents… were punched through the abdomen by that woman right in front of me, blood and internal organs splattering all over my face. The scene from that night is etched in my mind and I can’t shake it off. Ever since then, whenever I see the bodies of my kind, I can’t help but think of their deaths, so… I can’t help it…”

Her voice grew softer and softer as she listened to the voice, repeating several keywords in her mind.

A woman with a ghost-like face, black robes, and red hair.

When Si Ming invaded Cangzhou City that day, Wen Rensheng also saw the full appearance of the Night Wanderers under her command. They were all wearing black robes that covered their entire bodies and masks with blue faces and fangs, which looked like seeing ghosts.

It is exactly the same as Shan Yue's description.

He rarely gets angry when he hears human voices, but now he feels his heart burning with rage, and even the short hairs on his tail stand up warily.

The Heavenly Heart sword at his waist sensed his spiritual power, trembled slightly, and made a few short clanging sounds as it rubbed against the scabbard.

He now deeply regrets not having simply risked his life to stab Si Ming when he encountered her in Cangzhou City that day.

The thought that such a tyrannical and indiscriminate killer could still live peacefully in the Ninth Heaven, even controlling the lives of the people in the lower realms, openly sending people to slaughter demons, and still having the audacity to claim that he was her "confidant" made her feel nauseous at the mere sound of human voices; she felt like she was about to vomit.

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Author's Note: [Hugs][Hugs]