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Chapter 49 — Post-Treatment
Zi Moyan reached out her jade-like hand, gently placing it on Yang Yue’s wrist and pretended to take her pulse.
The others held their breath, and nervously watched Zi Moyan’s each and every move. Yang Jing was the very first who couldn’t help but ask: “Young Master, what exactly is wrong with my family’s daughter? Is it serious?”
Zi Moyan retrieved her hand back with an indifferent response. “Miss Yang’s body is not well acclimatized, leading to her poor health. I’ll perform acupuncture for the young miss and after careful nourishment, she’ll be fine.”
Hearing that his daughter could be saved, the boulder in Yang Jing’s heart was put down. His face was filled with gratitude as he grasped Zi Moyan’s hand, his tears fell unhindered. “Thank you, Young Master. Thank you so much!”
Glancing at the hand that was being held, Zi Moyan slightly frowned. In her previous life, she extremely disliked to be touched my others. Other than Menghan, no one else had any physical contact with her.
Yang Jing was one who’d been mixed with the bureaucracy for many years, so he obviously noticed that this little Young Master disliked being touched by others. Hence, he promptly released his grip, but he was still grateful towards this young man that had saved his daughter.
It was only after Zi Moyan saw that Yang Jing had released her hand did her knitted brows smoothed out, which was then followed her her indifferent voice. “You should all leave first, this acupuncture method is exclusive to my family, it cannot be divulged. Please forgive me.”
Upon seeing this, Yang Yuwei’s charming face was filled with contempt and derision. “And here I thought it was a doctor that came to cure my family’s little sister, but it turns out to be nothing but a perverted wastrel! If we were to leave you and my little sister — a man and a woman — alone, wouldn’t this ruin my family’s little sister’s name?” Her voice wasn’t big, but the person present heard it loud and clear.
Yang Jing hesitated slightly while Yang Xue stared at Zi Moyan for a moment, a peculiar light flickering through her purple eyes.
Seeing the doubt towards her from them, Zi Moyan’s face instantly turned cold. “If you’re still worried, then I can leave. You can go invite some other able person for this Miss Yang’s illness!”
Knowing that his current action caused the young man’s dissatisfaction and feeling the coldness on the his body, Yang Jing’s heart shivered. He was clearly just a young man, but why did he felt afraid of him?
Ignoring the strange feeling in his heart, Yang Jing sighed. “Don’t misunderstand, Young Master. My eldest daughter’s temper is rash and accidentally misspoke, I hope that you could forgive her. We all naturally respect your concealing of your secret, so we’ll leave.”
After that, the others in the room followed Yang Jing out.
Yang Yuwei still had something to say, but she immediately clamped up after her father gave her a warning glance. Her mouth deflated into a pout, but she followed out nonetheless. Since it didn’t concern her reputation whatsoever anyways, she was too lazy to bother with this, hmph!
After everyone else had left, Zi Moyan took out a bottle of antidote from her chest. She unscrewed the cap and placed the antidote under Yang Yue’s nose, letting her absorb this medicine in sufficiently. Afterwards, she rescrewed the cap and put the bottle back into her chest.
“En…” Yang Yue detected a strange fragrance and slowly pried open her heavy eyelids. What came into her sight was an exquisite and unparalleled face — clear-cut facial features and eyelashes that was as pretty as a fan.
Who was he? How could there be such a good-looking young man? Am I dreaming?
“You’re awake.” Clear cold timbre woke Yang Yue’s somewhat hazy consciousness. She immediately sat up and looking at what was only a set of thin inner clothing, her charming face instantly reddened. As this was the first time she had worn so little in front of an unknown man. Strings of questions popped up in her mind. What the hell is going on? Who is this guy?!
She covered her fragile body with the blanket, and embarrassedly look at the young man. “Who are you? Why are you in my room?”
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