Traditional Chinese Medicine
As November approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder. Wen Xubai is prone to feeling cold, and his hands and feet are often cold.
Qi Zui had been used to it since childhood, but he just couldn't rest easy. He asked a neighbor to introduce him to an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and insisted on dragging Wen Xubai to see him.
Numbly having a scarf tied around his neck, Wen Xubai couldn't help but yawn.
Perhaps it's because he's been living too leisurely lately, or perhaps it's due to the season, but he's been feeling sleepy lately, and as a result, he's been sleeping in for longer and longer periods.
Qi Zui breathed on his hand to warm it up before putting it in his trench coat pocket.
Qi Zui's palms were very warm, so Wen Xubai did not refuse.
"Actually, there's really no need for that. My constitution has always been like this." Wen Xubai said with a hint of helplessness.
"Why wouldn't it be necessary? Your stomach problem might have been caused by the cold! It's always good to have a doctor check your pulse and prescribe some medicine to regulate it." Qi Zui curled his lips.
Wen Xubai: "·······"
What's the connection between these two?
Wen Xubai shook his head, ultimately offering no rebuttal.
Oh well, I'll just consider it a purchase for peace of mind.
Anqi's heart.
When they arrived at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, the two finally understood what "miraculous healing" truly meant.
The old Chinese medicine doctor, with a wrinkled face and a long beard, squinted and groped for a while with his fingertips on Wen Xubai's wrist. After looking at his pale face, he withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "It's nothing, just a little cold. I'll prescribe some medicine for you."
Upon hearing this, both the seated and standing person breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as Wen Xubai was about to reach for the prescription, he saw the old Chinese medicine doctor stroke his long beard, give the two of them a meaningful look, and say earnestly, "Young man, you should be careful to exercise restraint."
With a "whoosh," the pale-faced people were no longer pale, and the dark-faced people were no longer dark; they all turned into varying degrees of red.
The people queuing outside, eagerly awaiting their arrival, exclaimed in amazement upon seeing the two men emerge from inside, their faces flushed: "A miracle doctor!"
So, as they walked down the street, Wen Xubai couldn't help but kick Qi Zui, burying the lower half of his face in his knitted scarf, while his exposed eyes glared fiercely at the person next to him: "What kind of doctor did you find?"
"Ouch!" Qi Zui jumped up, clutching his bottom, and said aggrievedly, "I didn't expect this to work..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Xubai's face turned even redder. He quickly strode forward and coldly tossed out, "From now on, only once a week!"
"Once?!" Qi Da was shocked, and his face immediately stopped blushing.
No way, then he'd have to become a monk...
Qi Zui looked at his face reflected in the roadside glass, and it seemed he could already see a "Buddha's halo" emanating from it...
No, no!
Qi shook his head violently, quickly catching up with the figure that was walking away, and said humbly, "Don't be like this, A-Che, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"
Wen Xubai was still angry and walked forward without paying any attention to Qi Zui.
Qi Zui continued to bargain: "How about four times, four times is fine?"
Wen Xubai still ignored him.
Qi Zui gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and stomped his foot!
"three times!"
Wen Xubai stopped in his tracks, looked at the two fingers Qi Zui held out in front of him, and said calmly, "Two and a half times."
"One and a half times? What about the half time? Stop halfway through??? No way, A-Che, that's too cruel!" Qi Zui's face was full of disbelief.
Wen Xubai rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "Couldn't you just multiply it by two?"
Qi Zui then realized that Wen Xubai meant five times every two weeks.
Wen Xubai couldn't help but shake his head, starting to worry about Qi Zui's adult exam next year.
Just as they were at an impasse, the phone in their pocket started vibrating.
Wen Xubai took out his phone and looked at it; his pupils instantly contracted.
"What's wrong?" Qi Zui leaned over, wanting to see the contents of Wen Xubai's phone, but Wen Xubai dodged him.
Qi Zui: "?"
"You...you go home first, I have something I need to go back to the company for..."
"Back to the company?" Qi Zui seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "Isn't today the weekend? Why can't people get a proper rest on the weekend?"
"It's urgent..." Wen Xubai felt a little guilty, so he quickly kissed Qi Zui's nose and comforted him, "It's okay, I'll be back as soon as I've finished dealing with it."
Qi Zui's dissatisfaction subsided considerably, but he was still a little worried and asked, "Do you want me to take you?"
“No need, you can just wait for me at home…” Wen Xubai looked away.
As she spoke, Qi Zui suddenly grabbed her face, gave her a light peck, and said reluctantly, "Then come back quickly..."
"Mm." Wen Xubai nodded.
Qi Zui had only taken two steps when he turned back.
Wen Xubai: "?"
Qi Zui grinned and said, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook something at home and wait for you."
Unfortunately, Wen Xubai didn't have time to think of names for the dishes at the moment, so he could only force a smile and say, "Anything is fine, I love everything you make."
Qi Zui was clearly pleased with this expression of approval, and clapped his hands with a beaming smile, saying, "Okay!"
As he spoke, he walked a distance away and waved to Wen Xubai from afar, his face beaming.
Wen Xubai smiled and waved to him.
The moment Qi Zui's figure disappeared into the distance, Wen Xubai could no longer maintain his smile, and his face instantly darkened.
His hand holding the phone was trembling, and the news headlines displayed on the screen made his heart tremble with every word.
"The young master of the Wen family, drunk at a nightclub, openly assaulted and killed someone—"
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Driving back to the Wen family home, Wen Xubai immediately sensed the oppressive atmosphere as soon as he opened the door.
Wen Tingyi sat in the center of the sofa with a gloomy face. Wen Xuyuan, who was sitting not far away, also looked unwell. Wen Xushi stood behind Wen Tingyi with his eyes downcast, seemingly lost in thought.
It was very similar to the scene the night he returned to the Wen family, except this time, he wasn't the one being "judged".
Wen Xuyi was kneeling in the living room, his eyes empty and lifeless, his whole body trembling. His punk vest was covered in blood and dust. He was usually the most particular about his appearance, but now he was disheveled and had bruises on his face.
Qin Yalin knelt beside him, embracing her son with heartache. Her face was also haggard and tear-streaked, as if she had aged ten years overnight.
With a loud "bang!", a glass was smashed in front of the mother and child, shattering into pieces instantly!
"Crying, all you do is cry!" Wen Tingyi angrily pointed at Wen Xuyi. "Over the years, I haven't asked you to have any special abilities or achieve anything great! It's one thing for you to spend your days indulging in pleasure and neglecting your duties, but you actually managed to cause someone's death! How could my lifelong reputation, Wen Tingyi's reputation, be ruined by such an unfilial son like you?!"
Wen Xuyi turned deathly pale with fright and shrank into Qin Yalin's arms, trembling like a leaf.
Qin Yalin was heartbroken. Summoning courage from who-knows-where, she cried and yelled, "Why are you yelling at him like that?! If you hadn't never cared about him all these years, and never given him anything to do, how could he have been so bored as to go to bars and befriend those thugs?! What, is Xiaoyuan your own son, but Xiaoyi isn't?!"
"You still dare to defend him?! All these years, you've spoiled him rotten!" Wen Tingyi's hands were trembling with anger.
“Xiao Yi is my son, if I don’t spoil him, who will?! Besides, he didn’t do it on purpose! If those people hadn’t provoked him first, why would Xiao Yi have gotten so angry that he hit them?! Moreover…moreover, my son only pushed them lightly. It was clearly those people who were blind and insisted on falling down the steps!”
"you!"
What a blatant distortion of the truth!
Wen Xubai frowned.
Just then, Qin Yalin looked up and saw Wen Xubai standing to the side. Suddenly, she lunged at him like a madwoman, grabbed his shoulders, and roared, "Where have you been?! Where have you been all this time?! Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on Xiao Yi? Didn't I tell you to take good care of my son?!?"
Wen Xubai frowned and kept his distance from her, not wanting to get entangled with an unreasonable person.
Shaking off the hand that was grabbing his clothes, Wen Xubai walked straight past him to Wen Tingyi and respectfully said, "Father."
"You're back." Wen Tingyi was still angry, and he only glanced at him before looking away.
But Qin Yalin behind him wouldn't let it go, and was about to charge forward again, brandishing her claws, "If it weren't for you... if it weren't for you, how could my son have been bullied, how could he have committed such a terrible mistake?!"
But Wen Xushi stopped him.
Wen Xushi no longer had his usual gentle smile. He said in a deep voice, "Auntie, that's enough. This is Xiao Yi's fault, and it has nothing to do with Xiao Bai."
"What? No! This isn't my son's fault, he's the one who harmed him, he's the one who harmed him!!! Wen Xubai, you harmed my daughter enough, now you want to harm my son too?!?"
Seeing that Qin Yalin was about to go crazy again, the men, signaled by the master, quickly went up and restrained their mistress.
This time, the men showed no mercy, and Qin Yalin couldn't break free for a long time, only able to scream helplessly.
Wen Xuyi, who was kneeling in the center, was also terrified and fell to the ground, even forgetting to help.
Wen Tingyi said in a deep voice, "I won't help you this time. You'd better take care of yourself."
"What?" Upon hearing this, the mother and son, whose faces resembled each other, showed the same astonishment.
The next second, Wen Xuyi knelt down in front of Wen Tingyi with a thud, grabbing Wen Tingyi's trouser leg, his face full of terror: "No, no, no, Father, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! Please, give me another chance, I really won't dare to do it again! Please, save me, I really will turn over a new leaf! Save me, save me, I can't go to jail, I really can't go to jail, if I go to jail my life will be ruined, Father, please..."
Qin Yalin, drawing strength from who-knows-where, also threw herself at Wen Tingyi's feet, trembling as she cried, "Wen Tingyi, how could you be so heartless? He's your own son! How could you treat him like this?!"
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