Chapter 34: It's Only Right That I Take Care of You
Seeing that Lu Yuebai was already struggling to breathe and the surrounding instruments were emitting sharp alarms, Shen Chutang immediately pulled out a soft cloth wrapped around her waist and unfolded it, revealing an array of silver needles of varying lengths.
She picked up a needle and pierced it into Lu Yuebai’s head.
“Lu Beiqin, undo his buttons!”
Lu Beiqin lifted the blanket, and with no time to carefully unbutton, he ripped all the buttons off the patient’s gown.
Shen Chutang grabbed another silver needle and plunged it into Lu Yuebai’s chest.
With that needle, Lu Yuebai’s breathing finally eased. Shen Chutang continued, deftly inserting silver needles all over his body.
The old man’s heart pounded in fear. “Beiqin, what is this…”
“Grandfather, do you remember the youngest daughter of the Shi family?”
The old man was quick-witted and immediately understood. “You mean, she was the one who saved Hanhan too?”
The youngest daughter of the Shi family had once been ugly, reeking of a foul stench, and after searching all the renowned doctors across the country, everyone said she wouldn’t survive. No one expected that, in recent days, the little girl would regain her sweet, pure looks, hopping cheerfully through the streets.
Lu Beiqin nodded. “That’s right.”
At this, the old man became excited. He never imagined this little girl could be so formidable!
Half an hour later, Shen Chutang finally withdrew her hands, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and stood up.
Her body faltered, nearly stumbling, but fortunately Lu Beiqin caught her around the waist and drew her into his arms. “Are you alright?”
The old man was anxious. “Should we call a doctor?”
Shen Chutang shook her head, smiling a bit sheepishly. “I just sat too long, my legs are numb.”
Lu Beiqin set her down on a chair, gently grasped her ankle, knelt on one knee, and placed her foot on his leg, massaging it tenderly.
The pose was intimate, and Shen Chutang felt shy, wanting to pull her leg back, but the man pressed her in place. “Don’t move.”
The old man looked at Lu Yuebai, whose condition had stabilized, then at his usually cold, wooden grandson, now tenderly caring for his wife, and felt genuinely comforted.
Shen Chutang’s cheeks flushed as she whispered, “I’m not numb anymore.”
Only then did Lu Beiqin release her.
Shen Chutang stood, carefully collecting the silver needles. “He’s been poisoned. The toxin has penetrated his organs, but if we can find the right medicines to formulate an antidote, there’s hope.”
Lu Beiqin’s eyes brightened. “So you mean he can be saved?”
Shen Chutang nodded and pulled a pill from her medicine pouch, helping Lu Yuebai swallow it. “I still need several ingredients: Blood Sky Vine, Thousand-Year Snow Blossom, Snow Fox Nether Armor, Hibiscus Secret Fruit, Blood Dragon Jade. I can sustain his life with medicine for now, but we only have three months.”
These medicinal names were unfamiliar to ordinary people.
Understanding their anxiety, Shen Chutang comforted them. “Don’t worry too much, I’ll have people help search as well.”
Lu Beiqin shook his head. “I’m just afraid you won’t ask for what you need.”
As long as she spoke her needs, he would find a way to get them—no matter the cost!
Shen Chutang realized, clapping her hands. “I get it! They say taxi drivers have their own networks—once news spreads, everyone responds. You often carry passengers; maybe someone’s heard of these herbs!”
The old man looked at Lu Beiqin with a complex expression, his gaze clearly saying: Let’s see how you handle things from now on.
Lu Beiqin watched Shen Chutang’s excited expression and silently nodded.
At that moment, the doctors arrived to examine Lu Yuebai. After the check, their faces showed utter astonishment—how had his condition stabilized so much in just one night? It was a medical miracle!
The old man was full of disbelief. “Tangtang, thank you so much.”
“Grandfather, we’re family—no need for formalities. I’ll leave these pills with you; give Xiaobai one each day for a week.”
The old man agreed repeatedly, treasuring the pills in his hands.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Beiqin first sent Shen Chutang home.
“I’m heading to work. You rest well at home.”
Shen Chutang teased, “If I never work, won’t you nag me?”
“You’re my wife. It’s my duty to support you. Work if you wish, rest if you wish.”
Shen Chutang smiled, satisfied—he was learning well.
Moreover, she could easily earn plenty by selling a few elixirs, without slogging away as an office worker.
Having failed to get help from her senior, Shen Chutang resorted to asking others to help search for the herbs.
Her efforts paid off. Three days later, Shen Chutang received word: at an underground auction in the capital, a Hibiscus Secret Fruit would be up for bidding.