Chapter 14

Feng Qinian turned his head to look at Su Xiyan, "Academician Su, this cerebral hemorrhage, you see..."

"This is Capital Hospital; we have our own mature treatment plan, Xiyan, it's best not to comment further."

Hearing that Su Xiyan was not ready to intervene casually, Feng Qinian also understood clearly.

After all, although their entire Medical Scientific Research Institute had already accepted Su Xiyan's treatment method, to the outside world it still seemed somewhat shocking and outrageous.

"Not good! The patient in room 1208 has stopped breathing!"

"Prepare emergency treatment immediately! 200 on each side at once!"

"Doctor! No response!"

"Continue!"

"My son! You're so young, yet you're about to leave me—white-haired sending off the black-haired."

"If something really happens to you, what am I to do?"

Amid the noisy emergency cries, a woman's wail suddenly rang out, making everyone present feel heartbroken.

Feng Qinian hesitated, looking at Su Xiyan, "Academician Su, this..."

Su Xiyan furrowed her brows deeply, seeming somewhat hesitant.

"You've been putting on an act since just now; those who don't know might think you actually have some skill."

One man, with hands in his pockets, glanced at Su Xiyan with contempt and sneered disdainfully.

The man had come to see the patient next door, but his expression clearly showed he'd rather see someone die.

Su Xiyan gave a cold laugh, "Originally I didn't want to get involved in this matter today; birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural."

"But I, as a person, cannot stand to see petty people act arrogantly; unfortunately, today you've run into me."

"Your abacus clacking that can be heard throughout Jingdu is likely to come to nothing!"

The man glared, "What do you mean!"

Liu Chengtian beside him hurriedly introduced, "Young Master Feng Ershao, this Academician Su is an academician of the Central Medical Research Institute; her main research is... uh..."

Feng Qinian puffed out his chest proudly, "Academician Su's unique acupuncture and massage therapy has already cured hundreds of elderly dementia and cerebral palsy stroke patients."

Feng Ting rolled his eyes so hard they could fly to heaven, saying, "Even the street vendor under the overpass uses this same spiel—just bragging and cheating."

Feng Qinian glared in anger, "You!"

Su Xiyan, expressionless, intervened, "Director Feng, further talk is pointless—get ready for surgery."

Feng Ting didn't intervene either—perfect, he just let Feng Yan die so he could inherit the Feng family!

But he hadn't anticipated that!

Two hours later

"It's absolutely amazing! Professor Su, I never imagined that after your acupuncture the patient would not only recover breathing but also see a significant relief of the brain hemorrhage."

"Qi‑Huang medicine shows how vast and profound Chinese culture is—no matter how many times I witness it, I am left in awe."

"I used to think bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bone were mere myths, but witnessing this today is absolutely astonishing."

"In response to Feng Qinian's praise, Su Xiyan waved her hand and slipped away, preferring to keep her accomplishments concealed."

"Watching Su Xiyan walk away, Feng Ting lowered his gaze with a sinister expression."

"Go check it out! Who on earth is this woman!"

"Yes, Second Young Master!"

"After a hectic search that still hadn't located her grandmother, Su Xiyan felt a bit downcast; she went home, listlessly burrowed under the covers, and rolled herself into Yan Moci's embrace."

"Regarding Su Xiyan's inexplicably adept movement,"

"Yan Moci wondered: Why does it seem that this woman is getting better and better at taking advantage of him?"

"Yan Moci, I still haven't found my grandmother."

"I have no idea where that scoundrel Su Qingming hid my grandmother."

"A muffled voice came from under the blankets—Su Xiyan's."

"This was the first time Yan Moci had seen Su Xiyan so downcast; he recalled her as usually vibrant, lively, and crafty."

"Yan Moci felt his own heart grow heavy as well."

"He thought, 'It's just a matter of locating a person—such a trivial task, I'll handle it for her.'"

"Since Yan Moci regained consciousness, he has secretly reestablished his own covert network and begun discreetly investigating the truth behind past events."

"Helping Su Xiyan locate an elderly woman is merely a matter of little effort."

"The only problem is that he can't reveal this to Su Xiyan, especially seeing her look so upset."

"Yan Moci thought: Then today he would pardon this little girl's misconduct toward him."

"The two sharing the bed felt warm and beautiful at this moment."

"Yan Moci, do you realize? Healing people costs me a lot; you say I treat you like this every day—how much payment are you ready to offer?"

"Having regained her strength, Su Xiyan proceeded to give Yan Moci acupuncture and massage therapy."

"Yan Moci chuckled inwardly; this little gold‑digger has become the Yan family's eldest daughter‑in‑law—such a vast Yan family ought to be more than enough for her, yet she still dares to demand payment!"

"What's more, spending all this time in close proximity to him is something countless women dream of!"

"Are you secretly thinking that treating you is actually a bargain for me?" Su Xiyan replied speechlessly, curling her lip.

Yan Moci:.....

Yan Moci, who had suspected Su Xiyan was a roundworm in his gut, instantly ceased further thought.

But Su Xiyan's spirits rose: "Hey, if you think your flesh is so alluring, why not just pay with your flesh?"

Yan Moci:????

"He isn't like that, he doesn't have that—stop spouting nonsense!"

"Hehehe" Su Xiyan's lewd laugh rang out.

Yan Moci shouted in his heart: "Don't come over! This is another price!"

But unexpectedly, at just the right spot, Su Xiyan stopped.

He felt the fragrance of the small blue orchid that enveloped him entirely, so close yet intangible, Su Xiyan.

Yan Moci suddenly wanted to reach out with both arms and pull the person into his embrace.

Just like that, Su Xiyan would never escape from his side.

And just as that thought arose, he suddenly felt a warm moisture on his neck.

"Yan Moci, just a moment."

Su Xiyan buried her whole little face in, and as she moved her lips, Yan Moci felt a little itchy, but more like an electric tingling.

In an instant, Yan Moci's mind went blank.

By the time he reacted, his arms were already around Su Xiyan.

Yan Moci's action startled Su Xiyan's heart, although she had guessed he had already awakened.

But to her, the vegetative Yan Moci was like a beautiful big toy, a big pillow, something she could take and use as she pleased.

If Yan Moci really woke up, Su Xiyan would instead not know how to get along with him!

Realizing what he had done, Yan Moci was also startled, and just as he was at a loss,

"Great! Yan Moci, it seems my treatment of you is working well!"

"Your hands actually responded! Believe that in the near future you will surely wake up!"

Su Xiyan's words broke the awkwardness in the room and also nicely covered up Yan Moci's faux pas.

Yan Moci breathed a sigh of relief, but a faint sense of loss welled up in his heart.

He didn't want to admit it, but hearing Su Xiyan's words of retreat, his heart felt heavy and uneasy.

At night, after everyone around him fell asleep, Yan Moci issued an order:

"Help me investigate a person, Su Xiwei's grandmother."

"Yes, boss."

Looking at the sleeping Su Xiyan beside him, Yan Moci fell into deep thought.

Su Xiwei, who exactly are you?

Are you really Su Xiwei?