A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce-Chapter 790 - 789: What’s wrong with her body? Is it serious?
Chapter 790: Chapter 789: What’s wrong with her body? Is it serious?
“Yes, Qian Fa was actually a very ambitious man. He hoped that his descendants would stand out and be successful. Every time the selection for the Independent State came around, he used his connections to sign up his sons, until the previous year’s selection, when his last grandson was also sent to the Independent State…”
Reaching this point, Qian Gui sighed softly…
“Who would have thought it would be the selection for the Independent State that would lead to the ruin of his household!”
After hearing Qian Gui’s words, everyone fell silent, even Wen Xin didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t expected that by simply telling the truth, she would hurt an old man with ambition.
While everyone was silent, an elder stood up from his place and walked over to Wen Xin. Without waiting for Wen Xin’s permission, he placed his finger on her wrist.
Qian Meng and Mu Chengxi both wanted to intervene, but Wen Xin stayed seated, motionless, waiting for the old man to take her pulse.
As the elder’s finger rested on Wen Xin’s wrist, his expression darkened, growing more and more grim as time passed…
Noticing the elder’s increasingly troubled expression, Mu Chengxi’s face also grew dark, concerned that there might be something wrong with Wen Xin’s health.
When the elder released Wen Xin’s wrist, Mu Chengxi quickly walked to the elder’s side, his face tense and respectful as he spoke, “Elder, how is Wen Xin’s health… is she alright?”
Hearing Mu Chengxi’s anxious inquiry, the elder looked up at Mu Chengxi, then shook his head.
“Don’t you know about her physical condition?”
Mu Chengxi shook his head in bewilderment. He knew only that Wen Xin was a doctor and that her medical arts were very skilled, so he hadn’t considered that there could be a problem with her health.
Suddenly, Mu Chengxi thought about Wen Xin’s cold constitution, how her hands were icy cold all year round.
“Could it be a problem with her constitution? Her hands are always so cold, year-round, she…”
Mu Chengxi’s eyes were fixed on the elder, hoping to see an answer on his face, wishing to know if Wen Xin’s health issue was just that, something Wen Xin had told him she could manage.
Sitting in the chair, Wen Xin, watching Mu Chengxi’s anxious demeanor, raised her hand to massage her somewhat sore temples. She extended her hand gently to hold Mu Chengxi’s.
In his eagerness to know the answer, Mu Bei found his emotions settling down the instant Wen Xin’s hand touched his.
He looked down, turned his head, and gazed at Wen Xin sitting in the chair, his eyes tender and filled with adoration.
“What’s wrong?” Mu Chengxi’s voice was somewhat hoarse, betraying his nervousness.
“Don’t be so nervous, it’s a minor issue…” Wen Xin smiled gently, looking into Mu Chengxi’s dark eyes, hoping to calm his emotions.
“A minor issue, is it? Indeed, your body has been treated, and the medical arts were extraordinary, but… for you, it didn’t make much of an improvement,” said the elder, witnessing Wen Xin’s self-deceiving manner, sighing helplessly with a very serious tone.
The words of the old man caused the smiles on Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi’s faces to vanish in an instant. Wen Xin bowed her head, not daring to look into Mu Chengxi’s eyes; she was afraid to see the worry in them.
Mu Chengxi, watching Wen Xin evade his gaze, began to panic. His brows furrowed deeply as he withdrew his gaze from Wen Xin and took her hand into his, turning towards the elder.
“She… How exactly is her body doing? Can you treat her?” Mu Chengxi’s usually dignified voice became somewhat agitated, his emotions seeming to be completely out of control.
When Wen Xin heard that Mu Chengxi’s voice was a bit off, she stood up from the chair, took Mu Chengxi’s large hand, and gently tugged at his arm.
“Don’t be like that. You’re scaring the old man. I know my own body well enough to say I won’t die from this, it’s just… there are some other effects, that’s all.”
Wen Xin pulled on Mu Chengxi’s arm, her other hand reaching up to his shoulder and hugging his stiff body.
She had thought about what Mu Chengxi would be like when he learned of her true condition, but she never imagined that Mu Chengxi would find out this way.
“Oh, you don’t need to be so nervous. Her illness indeed isn’t anything difficult to treat. It’s just a pity that too much time has passed, and she’s past the age for learning ancient martial arts, so it’s a bit more troublesome!”
The elder stroked his beard with one hand while lamenting, “If it had only been five years earlier, her body, with proper care, would surely have recovered… But now…”
“Wait a second… little princess, just now when you helped me up outside the door, I could feel that you have trained in ancient martial arts. Qian Cai, are you sure there’s no way?”
Qian Gui stood up excitedly from the chair he was sitting on. Although he didn’t know exactly what illness Wen Xin had, he understood one thing: a person with ancient martial arts in their blood has the potential to alleviate any illness, even life-threatening ones.
At Qian Gui’s words, Qian Cai’s eyes widened in excitement as he questioned Wen Xin, “Little princess, you know ancient martial arts? That’s hardly possible, right? You’re from Independent State, but you should know that the skills of ancient martial arts families aren’t taught to outsiders; how could you possibly know the martial arts of our family?”
Qian Cai found it hard to believe that Wen Xin knew the martial arts of their family since it was her first time in Ancient Town Square and even Qian Meng’s family had not learned the skills of ancient martial arts.
Surrounded by the nervous yet defensive gaze of those in the room, Wen Xin sighed softly and smiled faintly.
“I don’t know if what I’ve learned is really ancient martial arts. I practice medicine, and my medical arts were passed down from Master Huo Zhiling. He has treated my illness, but the change wasn’t significant. He could only help me avoid the suffering of the cold frost.”
“Later on, he often had me do physical exercises, training me, and my body improved a lot. It’s just that… the root cause of the cold poison still couldn’t be removed.”
Wen Xin explained the condition of her body in a gentle tone, unsure if what she had practiced was truly ancient martial arts. Now that she thought about it, it seemed after that time, her body felt lighter than before, and during fights, her speed and strength had greatly changed.
Qian Gui and Qian Cai exchanged glances; within their ancient martial arts family, there was no one named Huo Zhiling. So what was the explanation for the ancient martial arts aura around Wen Xin?
Seeing the puzzled look on everyone’s faces, Wen Xin guessed that either her master’s name was fake, or… her master might have been a disciple of someone from the ancient martial arts family.
“Actually, I have a book that was found by a disciple of my senior brother when he was sorting through my master’s belongings, which I can show you.”
As she spoke, Wen Xin let go of Mu Chengxi’s hand and gently pulled at the hem of his clothes, asking him to sit down by her side.
