My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 518: Mo Yinhe Teaches Bo Leng the Way of Husbandry! 1
"Mom! Mom!"
At this moment, Bo Fengyin, the little guy, rushed over in a flurry. He pounced in front of Si Mingjing, grabbed her arm, and exclaimed, "Mom, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
"What’s wrong, baby?"
Si Mingjing stood up from Mo Yinhe’s lap and followed Bo Fengyin, asking as she walked, "Tell Mom first, what happened?"
Bo Fengyin’s handsome little face was filled with filial devotion. "Uncle has a stomachache!"
"Is his stomach condition acting up?"
Si Mingjing had heard from Lou Manman that her older brother suffered from stomach problems.
Si Mingjing said, "Don’t worry, baby. I’ll go get the medical kit."
Mo Yinhe stood up, tall and straight. "You go on ahead. I’ll get your medical kit for you."
"Mom, quick, quick, quick! Uncle is in so much pain he’s turned into a sculpture!"
What did it mean to be in so much pain he’d turned into a sculpture? Si Mingjing couldn’t comprehend her son’s description.
When they reached Bo Leng’s study, Si Mingjing saw him sitting rigidly at his desk. His eyes were unblinking and his face showed no sign of pain, but his facial muscles were so taut he looked exactly like an incredibly cold sculpture. Only then did Si Mingjing realize how apt her son’s description had been.
On his desk sat a bottle of stomach medicine and a glass of warm water; he had clearly already taken some.
"Brother, I heard you have a stomachache?" Si Mingjing asked, leading Bo Fengyin around the long desk to stand before Bo Leng. "Shall I take your pulse?"
"No need!" Bo Leng waved his hand dismissively. A pile of official documents lay spread before him, and he was engrossed in reviewing them. The air around him was cold and unapproachable.
Lou Manman emerged from the restroom. "Why not? Can’t you take better care of yourself? Don’t think you’re made of iron just because you’re from the Dragon Clan! Your Majesty," she pleaded with Si Mingjing, "please try to persuade your brother. I can’t get through to him. In his heart, I’m just a blade of grass; my words carry no weight."
Bo Leng lifted his cool gaze, which fell upon Lou Manman’s self-pitying face. His brow furrowed slightly. Who said she was just a blade of grass?
"Brother, let me take your pulse."
Taking the initiative, Si Mingjing grasped Bo Leng’s left hand. She focused on his smooth wrist and placed two fingers on his pulse.
Bo Leng glanced back at Si Mingjing, then rested his left hand on the desk, his right hand still holding a pen as he continued to review the documents.
Bo Fengyin stood beside them like a curious child, craning his neck. He inquisitively pinched his own adorable little Dragon Horns and asked, "Mom, can you cure sickness like this?"
Copying her, Bo Fengyin also took two fingers and solemnly placed them on his own wrist.
Si Mingjing concentrated on reading the pulse. Only after she finished did she pat her son’s head and say, "Of course. Different areas on the radial side of the wrist—the inch, bar, and cubit positions—correspond to abnormalities in different organs."
Si Mingjing knew her child wouldn’t understand, but she didn’t mind sharing this knowledge with her son. She had started learning traditional Chinese medicine when she was as young as Fengyin. Back then, her master had made her listen to the different sounds of the pulse for an entire year.
Si Mingjing continued, "For example, the left inch pulse relates to the heart and pericardium. The left bar pulse connects to the liver and gallbladder, and the left cubit pulse to the kidneys and bladder. On the right side, the inch pulse corresponds to the lungs, the bar pulse to the spleen and stomach, and the cubit pulse to the kidneys and large intestine. Different beats produce different pulse patterns, and each pattern represents different symptoms. For instance, a rapid pulse generally indicates a heat condition, a slow pulse usually a cold condition, and a fine pulse points to a deficiency..."
Bo Fengyin couldn’t understand, but he was eager to learn. He nodded earnestly, pretending to grasp it all. "Oh, oh, so that’s how it is!"
Just then, footsteps sounded from outside the study. Mo Yinhe arrived, carrying Si Mingjing’s medical kit on his back.
Si Mingjing opened the medical kit, took out a pack of Silver Needles, and said, "Brother, let me apply a few needles. It will help relieve your stomach pain."
"I’ve already taken medicine. Why all the unnecessary fuss?" Bo Leng retorted. He still had a lot of official business to attend to; how could he spare time for acupuncture?
"It won’t interfere with your work."
Si Mingjing was adept at discerning people’s thoughts. Even though Bo Leng’s resolute, handsome face remained impassive, she said, "I can cure your stomach ailment completely."
Bo Leng’s usually unshakeable expression finally showed a flicker of change.
He glanced at Si Mingjing.
Si Mingjing said, "Trust me. Mo Yinhe’s chronic ailment, which resisted treatment for so long, was cured by me."
Mo Yinhe stood nearby with his hands clasped behind his back, offering a confirming look.
"Really?" Lou Manman’s voice was filled with excitement.
"Sister-in-law, give me half a month. With a combination of medication and acupuncture, Brother’s stomach ailment won’t recur after that."
Lou Manman moved like the wind, swiftly clearing the documents from the desk. Assuming an air of authority she didn’t possess, she said sternly to Bo Leng, "Get treated! If you don’t get proper treatment, I’m not having this child! Why should I always listen to you when you never listen to me about anything? I’ll jump around, I tell you! I’ll do strenuous exercise!"
Lou Manman was trying to make the most of her leverage, but Bo Leng lectured her sternly, "How old are you? You have three children already. Have you no sense of propriety?"
"And how old are you?" Lou Manman retorted. "You have a wife and children, yet you still don’t know how to take care of your own body. Do *you* have any sense of propriety?"
Lou Manman gestured as if she were about to engage in strenuous exercise, something she absolutely couldn’t do while pregnant.
Bo Leng slammed the document in his hand onto the desk with such force that Lou Manman almost cowered. But the next second, Bo Leng stood up straight, walked over to the nearby sofa, sat down coolly, and said, "Come and apply the needles."
Mo Yinhe didn’t approve. His tone grew slightly grave, carrying a hint of warning. "Be more polite to my wife!"
He strode over to a nearby armchair and sat down, casually propping his feet up. He found it rather amusing to watch Bo Leng being so helplessly threatened by his wife. Feeling mischievous, he decided to offer Lou Manman some advice, "Sister-in-law, you’re living your life all wrong. Here on the Mu Continent, women are revered, yet you’re completely under your husband’s thumb. You should learn from Mingjing. When she tells me to go east, I never dare to go west."
He blatantly admitted his wife had him wrapped around her finger, and he even seemed proud of it!
Mo Yinhe continued, "If a man doesn’t listen, just divorce him. Why give him so much face? As the saying goes, ’A woman who isn’t fierce can’t maintain her standing!’"
Bo Leng’s cold eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping towards Mo Yinhe, as sharp as a scalpel. "It seems you’re growing tired of being a guest here?"
He actually dared to sow discord between Manman and me, right in front of my face!
Si Mingjing stifled a laugh and chimed in, "Brother, my husband isn’t wrong, you know."
"Are you growing tired of it too?" Bo Leng’s heavy gaze fell on Si Mingjing’s face, his tone icy. "Control your man! Don’t wait for me to throw him out!"
Si Mingjing’s response was to expertly plunge a Silver Needle directly into Bo Leng’s abdomen.
Her needling technique was highly skilled; she could make it completely painless or exceptionally painful. At this moment, Bo Leng’s face twitched slightly.
