My Supermodel Wife

The man sat across from her and caught her small movement, so he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are your legs not hurt anymore?"

Lilia's still trembling calves stopped in an instant. She held her husband's cheek and looked at the man's hazy face. "Did Vincent tell you how long it would take to heal my eyes?"​​

"One month at the earliest, three months at the most."

"Oh."

It was so long.

"If there is no problem, one month is enough." As for medical skills, Jean had faith in Vincent.

Hearing this, Lilia immediately grabbed her lower abdomen with a sly gaze. "He is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine, right? Can he check my w.o.m.b and make sure our child is alright? Then what about the fetal pulse in a month?!"

The man pursed his lips and smiled. Thinking of Vincent's troubles, his eyes flashed with interest and he spoke softly, "You don't have to worry."

"I thought if he was an old doctor at first, I didn't think he would be that young because most of Chinese traditional medicine masters are always shown as aged people on TV."

She smiled and joked, except for her unfocused pupils. Her beautiful white face still had a warm smile.

The man watched her carefully. Since that accident, Lilia had never shown a pessimistic and sad expression.

She remained optimistic and still liked to laugh, and even though she couldn't see clearly, she never complained about her fate.

His wife was very kind and so he must recover her eyes, no matter what.

...

Half an hour later, Julius knocked on the door. "Vincent has come out of the laboratory."

"Here we go!" Jean got up and told Lilia not to move and wait for his return. Then he walked out with his head held high.

After the man left her, Lilia's smile gradually faded.

Jean was willing to accompany her to treat her eyes at this research institute, she had absolutely no idea whether this would cause problems in the company where her husband worked or not.

At the entrance to the laboratory, Vincent took off his mask and continued to press the center of his brow.

After dealing with the medicine for a day, he felt dizzy.

It had been a long time since he had concocted medicine so painstakingly.

In the front corridor, a man's steady footsteps could be heard. "How is it?"

"The first treatment has been completed and the medicine will be applied to her later. Let her stay in the sterile room while the medicine is applied," while saying, he took out a used cloth bag from the lab coat.

Jean glanced over and realized that it was a silver needle.

"Her eyes need to be decompressed. When the medicine is applied, I'll give her a shot. She can stand pain, right?"

The man's gaze turned upwards, meeting Vincent's tired eyes. Jean then stared at him sternly. "You think I'll marry a weak woman?"

Vincent didn't reply, he'd seen it coming.

Julius stood up and looked at the silver needle in Vincent's hand for a moment. "Do you also know acupuncture techniques?"

Vincent followed Julius' gaze and looked at the small cloth bundle in his hand, then he answered lightly. "Call me a god."

Even Jean was dumbfounded when he heard it. Julius couldn't help but go along with the arrangements. "God, have you also mastered acupuncture points?"

His younger self would've thought the man was trying to mess with him.

However, Vincent squeezed his small cloth wrap in his hand and his overly smooth brows showed a hint of arrogance. "My ancestors' last name is Shien."

Shien?!

Julius was dumbfounded in an instant!

Hadn't the Shien clan always been at the forefront of Chinese traditional medicine?!

Jean still stood in his place as he looked at him calmly and expressionless.

At that time, Vincent bluntly confronted him, "Why does a descendant of Shien like me need to treat a shameless brat like you? You think this God wants to dirty his hands to take care of a prick like you huh!"

He and Vincent were always fighting since then, they looked like mortal enemies.

Even though Julius was shocked, he didn't believe Vincent's words.

He reckon that his person already had a good understanding of Chinese medicine at such a young age, but it was too much for him to say that he was a descendant of the Shien family.

Young people today were so hyperbolic!

The Chinese medicine expert then held his chin proudly. As soon as he pulled the small cloth bag into his coat, Jean opened his mouth, "Before going to the sterile room, check the pulse on her w.o.m.b."

Vincent frowned. "Are you kidding?"

"Check the pulse, otherwise you won't see your car again." The man threatened in a cold tone.

Vincent sneered. "You called me to Indonesia and you took my car, now you still dare to threaten me?"

"Last month, the International Auto Show displayed the latest release of Fornasari!"

Vincent was moved!

The car he drove was indeed a limited edition, but the newest one never disappointed!

So, did Jean have the new released car in hand?!

Vincent gritted his teeth then stretched out his index finger and pointed at Jean. "You are amazing! Let's go now!"

Apart from his medical skills, he had always loved sports cars.

Julius stood silently by his side while listening to the conversation between the two of them, but his heart was not calm.

he didn't know Vincent and he had never heard of this person, even in a medical setting.

But he went to the laboratory alone and in just a whole day, the thick smell of Chinese medicine almost spread throughout the room.

He thought that the young master of the Widjaya family was not an impulsive man.

...

Ten minutes later, the three of them went to the restroom upstairs.

Before entering the door, Vincent strangely took a trash can from the corridor.

Even Julius was suspicious, but he didn't stop him. He just wanted to see how competent Vincent was in Chinese medicine.

In the waiting room, Lilia still maintained her exact posture before Jean left.

Hearing the door's sudden movement, she turned her head and saw three figures slowly walking in.

She couldn't see clearly, but she could see the silhouette of a man in an instant.

"Give me your hand!" Vincent suddenly said, his voice a little tense.

Even though he was reluctant about female patients, Vincent still wanted to check them out.

Seeing this, the corner of the man's mouth couldn't help but curl.

'Isn't this... just checking the pulse?!'

Sure enough, when Vincent sat opposite her, he comfortably placed the trash can near the table.

He took a deep breath and looked into Lilia's eyes. Then he stretched out his fingertips without saying a word.

Vincent's hands were so beautiful.

Slim and long, the joints were different, and even the nails were light pink in color.

Standing by Jean's side, Julius watched Vincent's preparations for a moment and he felt strange.

'It's just a pulse check, why does he look pale like that?' He wondered.

Three minutes later...

"Oh..."

After Julius watched Vincent tighten the corners of his lips to check Lilia's pulse, he held the trash can and vomited, making an unpleasant sound.

Lilia was even paler, she was frightened by Vincent's vomiting.

She couldn't help but sniff her body faintly. No strange smell and she also took a shower last night.

Then why did Vincent throw up like this?!

Jean looked at Vincent with a hint of disgust. He then walked over to Lilia's bed, wrapped his arms around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. "It has nothing to do with you. He's sick and can't touch a woman."

Julius suddenly realized after he heard it.

Vincent vomited so badly with sweat pouring down his forehead. Then he wagged his finger at Jean before he threw up again.