Chapter 8: Acupuncture and Massage

After returning to the Yan Family, Su Xiyan's mood was not bad; although she didn't see her grandmother, just thinking of Su Airan's face, which looked as if she had eaten feces, made her feel relieved.

Moreover, Su Xiyan looked at Yan Moci lying on the bed, and her mood improved a lot.

She muttered to herself, "Yan Moci, why did the acupuncture I gave you last time have no effect at all? It shouldn't be like that."

Before, Old Zhang Uncle in the village had a cerebral hemorrhage stroke, his whole mind was muddled, even Little Zhang Brother didn't recognize him, and I gave him two needles.

The next day he could get out of the house, lively and jumping, bringing his granddaughter.

How come with you, there's not even a bit of reaction?

Su Xiyan frowned, "Could it be that the time was too short, so there's no effect?"

Thinking of this possibility, Su Xiyan took out the silver needles again and, just like last time, inserted them into several major acupoints of Yan Moci.

She waited calmly, hoping this time a miracle would happen.

Regarding Su Xiyan's acupuncture this time, Yan Moci felt it more strongly than before.

He had been in a coma on the bed, only recently just woke up; although his previous physical foundation was very good, but the coma still greatly limited his movements.

If we say that last time Su Xiyan's needle insertion, his long-atrophied muscles hadn't had time to react, then this time Yan Moci could clearly feel that several major acupoints on his body were as if activated, continuously transmitting energy to all parts of his body, and even the mental fog and dullness caused by long-term coma were greatly alleviated!

And the more he felt these changes, the more his heart felt startled.

This Su Xiwei actually possesses such miraculous and mysterious Qi Huang Medical Art!

Moreover, thinking of the village girl he had heard before, the pig butcher, and just now the Old Zhang Uncle in the village.

Regarding Su Xiyan's identity, Yan Moci began to develop a faint suspicion.

This is absolutely not vocabulary that a young lady from a tea merchant family should be exposed to, but Su Xiyan's continual lack of defense toward him and this remarkably effective treatment also dispelled Yan Moci's inner doubts about Su Xiyan.

Let's wait and see; if she really comes with ill intentions.

Thinking of Su Xiyan's peaceful sleeping face,

Yan Moci thought: at worst, I'll just drive her away.

"Still no reaction at all?"

Su Xiyan frowned and murmured, "I've heard that some vegetative patients, although their bodies can't move, actually still have consciousness."

"Could it be that Yan Moci has already suffered total brain death? What a pity; even if this acupuncture could revive the dead and flesh white bones, it would be futile for brain-dead patients."

Saying this, Su Xiyan was about to withdraw the acupuncture from Yan Moci's body.

Yan Moci, who had just begun to feel the effect of the acupuncture, noticed Su Xiyan's movement and naturally did not want her to give up treating him.

In a panic, he slightly moved his fingers.

"Yan Moci! Did your finger just move?!"

Hearing Su Xiyan's delighted voice and seeing her instantly stop the needle-withdrawing motion, Yan Moci felt a sigh of relief in his heart.

"That's great! It seems the acupuncture really is effective for your condition!"

Hearing Su Xiyan's genuine joy, Yan Moci's heart also rose with a faint happiness.

This happiness was not only about his body being able to recover, but also mixed with a hint of gratitude toward Su Xiyan.

After discovering that the acupuncture was effective for Yan Moci, Su Xiyan stopped the needle-withdrawing motion, but twenty minutes later she still pulled out the silver needles.

Chinese medicine has always been slower to take effect than Western medicine; compared to treating symptoms, Qi Huang Medical Art focuses more on long-term regulation and fundamental treatment.

From now on, I will give you silver needle acupuncture three times a day—morning, noon, and evening, each for half an hour, and combine it with my skilled massage therapy; I believe you will wake up soon.

Listening to Su Xiyan's experienced and professional treatment plan, Yan Moci's heart felt even more convinced..

However, speaking of this massage.

A string in Yan Moci's mind suddenly tensed.

Before he could react, he felt a sudden coolness on his chest.

!!!

This shameless girl actually lifted his blanket again without even saying hello!!

Before Yan Moci could get angry, he felt himself being completely overturned, like a salted fish flipping over or a skinned white-cut chicken, his back fully exposed upward.

His whole face buried in the pillow, Yan Moci almost couldn't catch his breath and instantly flew into a rage—no one had ever dared to treat him like this!

The last person who dared to do this to him had already gone to see King Yama....

No,

but it is now using a force capable of killing a pig with a single palm to give him a back massage.

Even though Yan Moci is a respectable seven-foot tall man with iron bones, under such force he still has to grit his teeth hard and prevent himself from crying out in pain.

What kind of monster is this Su Xiwei? His whole body feels like it's about to fall apart!

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

"Huu~"

After a long sigh, Su Xiyan finished the massage.

After neatly withdrawing her hands, facing Yan Moci's fully exposed back, she made a bold gesture and said, "I concede! Boss, you can turn over now."

That natural tone and attitude made Yan Moci subconsciously think he had ordered a full-body massage at the bathhouse.

Could it be that she has discovered he is feigning unconsciousness? Or is this Su Xiwei deceiving him?

So should he turn over or not?

Even Yan Moci seriously considered it.

Fortunately, soon he heard Su Xiyan let out a 'puchi' laugh,

"Sorry, Yan Moci, I forgot you're a vegetative patient."

Hearing Su Xiyan's cheerful tone, the gloom that had weighed on Yan Moci from days of lying alone in bed faded considerably.

He even couldn't help but think: perhaps the bride his grandfather arranged for him is also not bad.

If she harbors no designs against the Yan family, perhaps letting her stay there wouldn't be impossible.

Of course,

If she could stop constantly flipping him over like a salted fish and also cover him with a blanket, that would be even better.

Yan Moci, who had gone from being broadly exposed to feeling chilled to the bone, thought thus.

After the treatment, Su Xiyan also felt a bit tired; she sprawled spread-eagled beside Yan Moci, her arms and legs splayed out.

The huge bed, after she slept like that, made Yan Moci seem like a little wife who could only squeeze onto the edge.

After lying there a while, Su Xiyan couldn't keep still and edged closer to Yan Moci, extending her slender, fair fingers, slowly moving from his brows and eyes to his thin lips, and she whispered:

"Yan Moci, if you are conscious now, what would you be thinking?"

"Someone like you, a heaven‑favored prodigy, suddenly saddled with a wife like me—you must be furious, right?"

"Is your head full of thoughts on how to drive me away right now?"

Yan Moci really wanted to snatch away that mischievous little hand on his face, but aside from being unable to move as a pretended vegetative person, he actually felt somewhat reluctant; he had never been this close to a woman before, he usually kept away from women, yet he hadn't expected that, by a twist of fate, he had already shared a bed with Su Xiyan for two nights.

Moreover, regarding the life ahead, he actually began to secretly feel anticipation.

But just as Yan Moci's heart was gradually melting, he heard,

Su Xiyan suddenly spoke in an incomparably calm voice: "Yan Moci, I know what you're thinking."

"Don't worry; as long as you wake up, then even if you don't drive me away, I will certainly leave on my own."

Yan Moci:???

"Woman, your name is Changeable."