The Miracle Doctor's Wife is Not a Weak Lady!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“How could you have guessed?” Bei Shuo said as she sat beside Mu Ci. She casually placed the towel on her head and said to Mu Ci, “Give me your hand!”

Mu Ci was caught by surprise.

Bei Shuo stood up impatiently and grabbed Mu Ci’s hand to place it on the armrest of the wheelchair. “Let me take your pulse.”

She placed her fingers on Mu Ci’s wrist familiarly. The indifference on her face suddenly disappeared, and the towel on her head fell to the sofa.

She stood up and ordered Mu Ci, “This hand.”

Bei Shuo’s expression turned grave.

“Stick out your tongue and let me take a look.” Bei Shuo’s voice became serious.

Just as Mu Ci was about to speak, Bei Shuo held his chin and said again, “Show me your tongue.”

Mu Ci obeyed.

Bei Shuo let go after examining him. She frowned and sat back on the sofa, looking at Mu Ci.

Liu Ming was a little unhappy. “Young Madam, Young Master’s illness has always been treated by the best doctors. Even the rehabilitation is handled by the best rehabilitation doctor.”

Bei Shuo ignored Liu Ming’s words.

“You mentioned trying to guess my favorites, right? You haven’t been able to eat for two to three months, right? Let me guess how long it has been since you had a good sleep. Has it been half a year?” Bei Shuo looked at Mu Ci seriously.

Mu Ci tightened his grip on the armrest of the wheelchair and looked at Bei Shuo in shock.

Liu Ming was even more shocked and blurted out, “Young Madam, how did you know?”

Bei Shuo stood up and patted her empty hands. “I told you, I’m a medical student. Come on, Brother Stone. Go to the bedroom and lie down. Let me take a look at your legs. I’ll give you acupuncture first. I guarantee that you’ll sleep peacefully before you know it!”

Mu Ci was still looking at Bei Shuo in shock. Bei Shuo waved her hand in front of him. “Be good!”

“Acupuncture? Do you know acupuncture, Young Madam?” Liu Ming was surprised.

Bei Shuo raised her chin proudly. “Of course, Uncle Liu. If you don’t believe me, I don’t mind proving it. Anyway, you guys think that he won’t live long, so there’s no harm really!”

As she spoke, she reached out and patted Mu Ci’s face. She avoided Mu Ci’s hand before he could hit her. She smiled and said, “I’ve said it before. Whoever marries me won’t suffer a loss. You helped me repay my debt to my parents, so I have to repay you, right? If it were anyone else, I would have to think about how to repay them. It would be much easier since it’s you.” With that, she pushed Mu Ci’s wheelchair toward the bedroom.

Liu Ming quickly followed.

Mu Ci did not react until Bei Shuo pushed him onto the bed. Bei Shuo was already taking off his clothes.

“Bei Shuo!” He grabbed the shirt button and stopped Bei Shuo’s demonic claws.

Bei Shuo stopped. “What’s wrong? Eh? Are you blushing? Oh, you’re embarrassed. What’s wrong with undressing? Doctors don’t care about gender. You’re just a patient. Take off your clothes yourself!”

Bei Shuo spoke very quickly, and Liu Ming could not help but secretly laugh.

“Bei Shuo, I’m your husband!” Mu Ci gritted his teeth.

What was wrong with this girl’s brain? What did her master put in her brain? Was there anything useful?

Bei Shuo did not catch his drift. “Oh right, you’re my husband! Then undressing in front of me really doesn’t matter. Take off your clothes and let me take a look at your legs!”

“You—” Mu Ci was furious.

“Young Madam, do you want Young Master to take off his shirt and pants?” Liu Ming held back his laughter and tried his best to calm down.

Regardless of whether Young Madam knew how to treat illnesses or acupuncture, it was good to tease Young Master and let his emotions fluctuate. Young Master had been living life like a pool of stagnant water.

For this purpose, Liu Ming was willing to stand on Bei Shuo’s side.

Bei Shuo was serious. “Just keep the underwear. I want to check on his meridians.”

Liu Ming could not hide his smile. “Young Madam, let me help Young Master. Young Master is a little embarrassed.”

Bei Shuo waved her hand disapprovingly. “Alright, fine. Uncle Liu, help him take off his clothes then. I’ll go prepare the needles.”

She turned to look for her small suitcase.

After she was done with the preparations, Uncle Liu walked over and said softly, “Young Madam, Young Master is angry.”

Bei Shuo sneered. “How fussy of him. Just like when you were young!”

Liu Ming held back his laughter and suddenly felt better. The girl in front of him might really be Young Master’s savior.

Bei Shuo stood beside Mu Ci’s bed. Mu Ci was lying prone on the bed. He did not have to look at Bei Shuo. He really could not face Bei Shuo now.