Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 73 - 73 73 Warming Up

?Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Warming Up Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Warming Up From the look in An Zhiyuan’s eyes, she saw a face so pale and exhausted with cold, “He… is… alright now.” Her teeth chattered as she mumbled, her whole body’s muscles aching from being stiff and tense.

An Zhiyuan nodded, holding a cup of brown sugar water, which he thrust into her trembling hands. She almost spilled it, and he sighed, took the cup, and brought it to her lips, “Drink!” This girl possessed a miraculous strength; she had once again performed a miracle before him. He had watched the silver needles being inserted into the body, then seen her concentrate as she twisted a silver needle, and then the previously dying Wang Han, with eyes closed, gradually began to breathe more smoothly, his breath became even, and his face started regaining some color.

After he fed her a cup of brown sugar water, he glanced at her and went out to call for others.

Everyone outside, upon seeing An Zhiyuan, was so nervous they hardly dared to breathe. Wang Jianli was filled with hope as he stared at An Zhiyuan. This boy had grown up with Wang Han, and although he was a few years older, he had watched the child grow up. Not to mention that An Zhiyuan’s father and he were old war comrades, brothers who had fought through life and death together. At this moment, An Zhiyuan was as trustworthy as his own son.

“It’s alright now, Bai Xiao said. Prepare some easily digestible plain congee. Around noon, he should wake up, and he’ll probably be hungry then.”

Wang Jianli’s heart settled at once.

Liu Huiru leaped up, “What did you say? Xiaohan is alright? Really, Zhiyuan, you can’t lie to Auntie! Auntie can’t take this!” Her son was the apple of her eye.

An Zhiyuan smiled, “Auntie! It’s true, he’s fine. If you don’t believe it, there are so many experts here, go in and see for yourself. I need to take care of Bai Xiao; her ancestral acupuncture consumes a lot of physical and mental energy, so she’s not feeling well now. She needs a quiet room to rest and recover for a while.” He couldn’t care about the others; Bai Xiao truly needed to rest, it pained him to see her like this.

Zhao Dachuan quickly stood up, somewhat proud, puffing out his chest, “No need to trouble Director Wei, I will take Bai Xiao back.”

An Zhiyuan shook his head, “She can’t walk now! Don’t fuss.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take Bai Xiao back, but in her condition, it was completely impossible for her to return.

Wang Fang immediately said, “Come to our house, come on, you take her to our bedroom.” This was their family’s lifesaver. How could they let her be treated poorly?

Entering the small room, the first thing they saw was Bai Xiao huddling under the covers, cowering in a chair, even the covers trembling. Everyone was stunned to see Bai Xiao’s ghastly pale face and fell silent, considering how much of her strength she must have expended, leaving her unwell.

Liu Huiru couldn’t concern herself with Bai Xiao, her heart fully with her son. She rushed over to him and took a closer look. Indeed, Wang Han’s condition was much improved compared to before. Even the dark circles under his eyes had disappeared, and he looked no more than someone recovering from a severe illness—a far cry from the visage of a person nearing death.

The five specialists lost their composure too, crowding around Wang Han for a thorough examination. An Zhiyuan had already taken Bai Xiao to the adjacent bedroom, and everyone suddenly realized that the blankets weren’t for the patient, but for the doctor herself. Many people thought to themselves that she truly was the Divine Doctor. Who could say she had no genuine talent after seeing her treat illnesses and save lives to the point of exhausting herself? No one could doubt it.

Some wondered if this was the legendary medical skill combining Internal Qigong with acupuncture, so taxing that it seemed to deplete her Inner Strength.

Many were of one mind: she was definitely the Divine Doctor.

Bai Xiao herself had never expected to be so divinely spoken of.

An Zhiyuan laid her on the bed, and just as he did, she unexpectedly began to sob softly.

An Zhiyuan was startled. “What’s wrong with you? Speak!” he said worriedly as he cradled her, blanket and all, in his arms.

Though she felt shamefully weak, the pain was too intense to care about that. She had never known cold could be so agonizing.

“Leg… cramp!” She tried to massage her calf with her hands, her right calf spasming so badly it made her want to die.

An Zhiyuan bent down to massage her calf. He placed her leg onto his own and managed to ease the tense muscles after great difficulty, but within minutes, it started cramping again. She didn’t dare to breathe heavily, her expression pained while An Zhiyuan continuously massaged to relax the muscles. Then he carefully straightened her legs and performed flexing exercises, the muscles tensing as her entire body ached in the joints and muscles.

The agony this time around was far more unbearable than before, probably because An Zhiyuan was constantly soothing her in a tender voice, comforting her while tirelessly taking care of her; she cried even harder.

An Zhiyuan looked at her suffering, gritted his teeth, stood up toughly, and unwrapped the blanket she was cocooned in like a zongzi. Amid her cries of surprise, he held her in his arms against his chest and stuffed a hot water bottle into her embrace. He wrapped her hands and feet in a cotton blanket again, then wrapped her and the blanket tightly against his body, knowing that their combined body heat was the best heater.

“You…” she found it difficult to sound indignant with her teeth chattering.

She couldn’t blame An Zhiyuan for doing anything wrong; even if someone saw them, they were fiances, although only they knew what their relationship really was. To outsiders, they were fiances, so there was nothing inappropriate.

“Relax!” he said calmly.

An Zhiyuan’s body heat was so intense it made her feel as though she might faint. At first, she only felt the warmth surrounding her—it was so comfortable, seeping into her clothes, penetrating her skin, and ultimately reaching her very marrow, helping to chase away the chill in her heart. He held her tightly against himself, helping her to fight against the shivering.

“Shh, no more crying! It will be over soon,” he whispered, wiping her face with a towel.

It might have felt like hours, but it was probably only minutes before the trembling started to subside, allowing her to relax slightly. She lay limp in his arms, but soon she began to shake violently again, her teeth chattering ceaselessly.

The relentless cycle blurred her hope for the cold to subside.

This time, having someone there to provide support and warmth was an experience she’d never had before. In her past life, nobody cared for her; they just used her and discarded her, leaving her to recover on her own. Then, she often had to clutch a blanket for days to bounce back, or she would resort to an “Energy Potion.” But this time, it seemed different.

Finally, the shaking ceased, and she was able to lie quietly in his arms. Time passed second by second, and in the quiet room, only their breathing and the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath her ear could be heard.

The consequence of warmth was drowsiness setting in for her. He appeared to do something, and she wanted to open her eyes, but a gentle voice by her ear told her, “Sleep now, it’ll be alright after a nap!”

She fell into a deep slumber.

An Zhiyuan let out a long breath and gently laid her flat on the pillow. Her complexion was finally not so pale anymore, the goosebumps from the cold receding to reveal smooth, delicate skin. He had watched her the entire time she was performing acupuncture. He believed that she had exhausted too much energy and his resolve to protect her surged within him.