Chapter 309: Chapter 303 This Kind of Pain_1 Chapter 309: Chapter 303 This Kind of Pain_1 “Dr. Jiang, how is my wife doing? It’s already the fourth day. How is her recovery? Can you use that thod you ntioned?” Although Jiang Ziqi had said there was a way to wake his wife up, Zhao Erhu couldn’t feel at ease without seeing Lin Yue awaken, feeling anxious and worried about the possibility of losing his young wife, which made him increasingly restless.
“Almost there. Tomorrow morning should be good. The Yang energy is stronger then, and I’ll be in a better state for applying the needles, which increases the chances of success.” Jiang Ziqi had initially blad Zhao Erhu for not taking good care of Lin Yue, for not cherishing such a good wife, and had been quite stern with him these past two days. However, seeing Zhao Erhu so worried and distraught, he felt it was punishnt enough and replied more kindly than usual.
“Really? That’s great, thank you, Dr. Jiang.” Hearing that Jiang Ziqi had finally given a definite ti, Zhao Erhu thanked him repeatedly and felt much more at peace.
The next morning, Zhao Erhu was waiting early in the room. Usually, Jiang Ziqi was calm when performing acupuncture, a sign of confidence in his dical skills. However, this ti he was uncharacteristically serious. The Jiang Family had passed down through generations, besides their dical dictionary, a certain item within a rosewood box called the ‘Soul-piercing Needle’.
This Soul-piercing Needle was extrely mysterious. Although it had been passed down as a family heirloom, there were not many records of its use. The few notes that were available indicated that the needle had the effect of stimulating the spirit and awakening the soul, causing the unwilling or unknown reasons for the deep sleep of the spirit to awaken due to the intense pain. There was also a warning that it should not be used lightly. Jiang Ziqi had never used it since he had obtained it, and this was the first ti. He did not know if this Soul-piercing Needle would be as miraculous as the records claid.
Jiang Ziqi asked Zhao Erhu to hold Lin Yue and restrain her body to prevent her from struggling too much from the pain during the acupuncture, which could affect his needlework. After taking a few deep breaths, he opened the small rosewood box and took out a silver needle forged from an unknown material that glead with a cold light.
As soon as he touched the silver needle, Jiang Ziqi’s mind went blank for a mont, and it took him a while to recover. Once he adjusted himself, he approached Lin Yue, realizing that the needle’s effect surpassed what was described in the dical texts.
For the past few days, Lin Yue had been drifting along with Qin Lang, feeling more and more that Qin Lang had feelings for her. No matter how busy he was, Qin Lang made ti to visit ‘herself’ in the hospital every day, and today was no exception. As Lin Yue followed Qin Lang to the hospital and saw him touching her face with a sorrowful expression, she wished she could wake up imdiately to comfort him. Her soul slowly approached her body on the bed, attempting to rge with it. However, after trying once and twice, she passed through as if going through walls.
Unwilling to give up, Lin Yue tried again and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, which spread throughout her body. Her soul seed to be in agony as well, an indescribable pain that made her entire body shiver uncontrollably, unable to escape the tornt.
Seeing Lin Yue’s body begin to shake violently and try to break free from Zhao Erhu’s hold, Jiang Ziqi knew the ti had co. He quickly recited the incantation written in the dical dictionary, and after Lin Yue let out a painful scream, her eyes flew open. Jiang Ziqi hurriedly removed the silver needle.
“Wife, you’ve awakened. How are you feeling? Is it still very painful?” Zhao Erhu had learned from Jiang Ziqi about the effects and function of the Soul-piercing Needle before the procedure, understanding that it would cause imnse pain. However, he had no choice if it ant waking his wife. After all, the pain would subside after this, and she couldn’t remain unconscious forever. But seeing his wife still trembling uncontrollably after the needle was removed, Zhao Erhu still felt extrely heartbroken.
“It hurts, it hurts so much, I’m in so much pain.” Lin Yue had not yet escaped from the intense pain, her tears streaming down her face, seemingly unable to rember anything, continuously crying out in pain.
“Wife, it’s okay, it’s okay, the pain is gone now, the silver needles have been removed, you’ll be alright soon, be good.” Zhao Erhu held Lin Yue in his arms, kissed her forehead, and stroked her head with one hand, constantly comforting the person in his embrace. His heart was also clenched tightly—if there were any other way, he would not want his little wife to suffer so much.
“Alright, you take care of her for now, I’m going to leave,” said Jiang Ziqi, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It seed he was exhausted from just a mont’s work, casually greeting Zhao Erhu before he left—he didn’t want to watch this couple’s affectionate display.
Lin Yue took a while to recover from the pain. Over the past few days of dozing, she had almost completely subrged herself into that dream, as if returning to the modern world. When she woke up, she felt sowhat bewildered, not knowing what ti it was. The effects of the Soul-piercing Needle had not yet completely worn off, causing her to look at Zhao Erhu with a puzzled expression.
“Umm, who are you, why do you look familiar?” Lin Yue asked weakly as she leaned into Zhao Erhu’s embrace, looking confused.
Zhao Erhu’s heart, initially brimming with joy, suddenly turned ice cold. His little wife had actually forgotten him and no longer recognized him—is she reverting to the Lin Yue from before her amnesia, the timid and weak girl who only liked that childhood friend scholar?
“Wife, do you really not rember ? Then do you rember this person nad Jiang Wenshu?” Zhao Erhu asked tentatively. No one had told him the na of that scholar; he’d found out on his own, along with his wife’s past affairs. He wasn’t foolish—he knew that to fight effectively, he needed to fully understand his love rival, Jiang Wenshu, who had eyes for his wife. Only then could he better deal with his rival and protect his cherished wife.
When Lin Yue heard the na Jiang Wenshu, she beca even more confused. Unlike the man before her, who triggered a sense of familiarity, this was a completely foreign na to her. “I don’t rember, who is this person, do I know him?”
Seeing Lin Yue’s genuinely forgetful expression, Zhao Erhu felt much of his worry dissipate. It didn’t matter if his wife didn’t rember him; as long as she was awake, everything else could be taken care of slowly. As for Jiang Wenshu, he could go as far away as possible, because his little wife didn’t rember him at all.
“If you don’t rember, then it’s fine, he’s not important. Wife, I’m your husband. You were pushed down a slope and got injured, which is why you’ve forgotten so things. You will recover slowly, don’t worry, alright?” Zhao Erhu, fearing Lin Yue would be scared because she couldn’t rember the past, comforted her gently.
“Mhm.” Although Lin Yue’s mind was still muddled, she felt the person before her was trustworthy. She responded nonchalantly and, feeling extrely tired, fell asleep leaning on Zhao Erhu.
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