Chapter 122 Li Rong: You can take it and exchange it for money.
However, Jiang Nuanzhi didn't say anything; she wanted to see what else the old man could say.
The old man coughed lightly: "Um... wait a minute, I saw some bugs in the house, and I was afraid they would scare you. Let me take care of them."
As they spoke, they ran into the house in the blink of an eye and closed the door behind them.
He came out with a smile a short while later: "You can go in now."
Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at him suspiciously, then went inside to check on Li Rong.
Upon entering the room, one would see Li Rong leaning against the heated kang bed, just as before.
Although the furnishings inside the room remained the same, she vaguely sensed that everything seemed different.
For example, the vase she bought for arranging flowers had a large crack in it. Now, she placed a stone on each side of the vase to push it together, piecing the broken pieces back together. The flowers inside had all their petals fallen off, leaving only the stems.
Also, the dried flowers that used to hang on the wall are now hanging on nails.
For example, the earthen bed that was perfectly clean yesterday is now covered in dirt. There are also faint cracks in the walls. Li Rong's clean clothes are now stained.
She raised an eyebrow and looked at the old man: "You two were fighting?"
"No, no." The old man shook his head vigorously, letting out a dry laugh: "How could that be?"
Jiang Nuanzhi raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and sat down next to Li Rong without making a sound, taking his hand to take his pulse.
"Since there's nothing else, what are you waiting for? You can go back now."
Old man: "Ahem, let me see if you need any help."
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and shook her head: "No need. My husband and I are having a heart-to-heart talk. Do you want to listen too?"
The old man gave a dry laugh: "Hehe, I'll go out now, you guys talk, talk."
As he spoke, he saw Jiang Nuanzhi turn her head away, and he squinted at Li Rong on the bed, making a throat-slitting gesture.
Li Rong calmly withdrew his gaze, his eyes lowered as he stared at Jiang Nuanzhi's delicate, white hand pressed against his wrist. He remained silent.
"What's wrong? Were you bullied?"
As the old man left, Jiang Nuanzhi suddenly looked up at Li Rong and asked in a gentle voice.
She couldn't help but have this guess, after all, Li Rong had said that he had some past conflicts with this national advisor.
Li Rong subconsciously touched his nose: "No."
Noticing that her voice was too gentle, and that it was in a coaxing tone for a child, Li Rong felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
His ears flushed slightly, and he lowered his head even further.
Jiang Nuanzhi leaned closer to look at him: "What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?"
The next second, his mountain-like body suddenly stiffened. His large hands frantically tidied his hair and straightened his clothes, finally placing his fists awkwardly at his sides. He stammered, "I'm not nervous."
Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Yes, yes, you're not nervous, but I am."
I couldn't help but shake my head. This man is so old, how come he's still acting like a young boy?
It really doesn't match his seemingly sexually charged appearance.
Just as Li Rong was feeling lost and uneasy, the next second, he saw Jiang Nuanzhi's pair of delicate white hands resting on his legs.
Because of the need for acupuncture, the skin on his legs was exposed.
The contrast between her fair hands and bronze thighs was striking.
Those little hands weren't exactly well-behaved; they mischievously pinched it, and then pinched it again, as if playing with it. They even kneaded it a little.
Li Rong shuddered, his mind went blank, his brows furrowed involuntarily, and he stared at her intently, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Jiang Nuanzhi stared at him for a long time before hesitantly asking, "Don't you feel anything?"
Li Rong's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. After hesitating for a while, he finally nodded with difficulty: "Yes, yes."
His skin is normally a little darker than average, but now it's a deep, dark reddish-black, as if he's about to cook himself alive.
Jiang Nuanzhi stretched out two fingers, pinched his flesh, and twisted it.
She looked up at him with a smile and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Li Rong: "...Does it hurt?"
Jiang Nuanzhi: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Li Rong shook his head subconsciously.
He didn't feel much pain, but there was an itchy feeling welling up inside him, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"It doesn't hurt, but you can't use any more force, or you'll break it," Jiang Nuanzhi said, withdrawing her hand.
Li Rong sensed something was off about what was said, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. For the moment, he could only listen, unsure how to respond.
As Jiang Nuanzhi took out the silver needles, she said, "It's good that you feel pain. I'll stimulate you with the needles again. From now on, as long as I'm home, I will give you acupuncture once a day. It may hurt more each day, so you'll have to bear with it."
"Your recovery is progressing well. You should be able to stand up within three months to six months at the latest."
Li Rong pursed his lips and nodded.
After cleaning the silver needles, Jiang Nuanzhi quickly inserted them into his body.
In just a quarter of an hour, Li Rong was already drenched in sweat.
However, the expression on his face seemed to remain unchanged throughout.
Jiang Nuanzhi raised an eyebrow: "Doesn't it hurt?"
Li Rong: "It hurts"
"Then why don't you have any expression?"
Li Rong looked bewildered: "I don't know what expression to use."
Jiang Nuanzhi: "."
She got up, intending to get off the kang (a heated brick bed).
But the next second, Li Rong grabbed her wrist.
Jiang Nuanzhi raised an eyebrow. That was rare. He actually dared to touch her?
"Here, take this."
After saying this, Li Rong immediately let go of Jiang Nuanzhi's arm as if it were burning his hand.
The tips of his ears were still red, as if dripping blood.
Jiang Nuan thought to herself, "I knew I overestimated him."
Pretending not to know, he asked, "What?"
Li Rong rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, saying dryly, "This is a piece of calligraphy I wrote today. Perhaps I can exchange it for some money."
Jiang Nuanzhi turned around and looked at him in surprise: "Your handwriting?"
She took it and opened it. Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but exclaim, "Indeed, it's beautiful handwriting."
Li Rong turned his face away: "I have nothing of value, but at least my handwriting is legible. I've exchanged it for money before, so this might help supplement my household expenses."
But... I haven't written in a long time, so I'll have to trouble you to give it a try. If it doesn't work, then so be it.
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "Sure, I'll give it a try later. Your writing is good; I think everyone who reads it will be happy."
Li Rong: "It's not as good as you say."
Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and said, "What's with the modesty? Good is good. You naturally have your own merits, there's no need to deny yourself."
Li Rong looked up at her, and was momentarily stunned to see the shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Jiang Nuanzhi put the calligraphy in her arms, thinking that she would ask Lü Shizhu to take it back and try to sell it later.
Although I didn't have high hopes, I knew it was his way of showing his care.
Jiang Nuanzhi had little experience in dealing with her husband. But she was very experienced with patients. Especially those patients who had difficulty walking, she naturally offered them plenty of encouragement and positive messages to help them recover.
He then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've raised enough money in the last two days. Tomorrow I plan to go to Canglin to bring Xinbo back so you can be reunited."
It's been a few days since I returned from Canglin. I wonder what the situation is like with the epidemic in Shen Wenshu's area, and whether Xinbo's injury has healed.
Jiang Nuanzhi sat down next to him again: "Now, can you tell me what exactly happened today?"
(End of this chapter)
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