bigabreads Chapter 143 Old Seven pulled back the hem of her clothes, listening to the throbbing at the collar.
Chapter 143 Old Seven pulled back the hem of her clothes, listening to the throbbing at the collar.
Although the winter sun is bright, it cannot block the bone-chilling dry cold of the Northwest.
The wealthy businessmen from the county who had just fought tooth and nail for school district housing at "Guigu Academy," emptying half their savings, hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath yet.
An anxiety even more terrifying than "children not being able to go to school" has spread like a plague among the wealthy.
That is—fear of death.
Having money but not being alive to enjoy it is the saddest thing in the world.
Especially when he saw that the shopkeeper next door, Mr. Wang, had suddenly collapsed at the dinner table last night due to overwork, his mouth and eyes were crooked, and half of his body was unable to move. Several famous doctors gave him a "death sentence," saying that he could only lie paralyzed in bed and wait to die.
Suddenly, those men who usually ate a lot of meat and had some health problems felt a chill run down their spines.
"Have you heard? Not only does Guigu Academy have Headmaster Qin teaching there, but they also have a 'Ghost Doctor' overseeing it!"
"You mean that sickly seventh son of the Qin family? I heard he's breathless even when he walks. Can he cure diseases?"
"Shh! You don't know anything! That's 'fighting poison with poison'! I heard that the Qin family's clinic has miraculous methods that can bring the dead back to life!"
……
Langya Special Zone, a health and wellness medical zone.
Unlike the sounds of students reciting their lessons in the academy, or the hustle and bustle of the commercial street, this place is eerily quiet. The air is filled with a strange, pungent yet inexplicably comforting smell—the smell of high-concentration alcohol and disinfectant.
A building painted entirely white stands quietly deep within the plum grove.
A black plaque hangs at the entrance, bearing only one large character written in wild cursive script: "Medicine".
The word was as red as blood, exuding a sinister, ghostly aura.
At this time, the entrance to the clinic was already full of carriages.
Wang, the shopkeeper, who was paralyzed in bed, was being carried by several servants on a stretcher. He was lying on the stretcher with drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and his eyes were cloudy and desperate.
"Please, Master Qin, save me! Please, Master Qin, save me!"
Shopkeeper Wang's first wife cried her heart out, kneeling on the steps and banging her head against the ground repeatedly.
"Squeak—"
The heavy white door slowly opened.
There were no servant boys or maids.
The person who came out was a slender young man dressed in a snow-white long gown.
He was excessively pale, like a vampire who never saw the sun. His lips were also bloodless. Only his eyes were black, like a stagnant pool, gloomy and indifferent, carrying a world-weary feeling of having seen through life and death.
It was Qin An, the seventh son of the Qin family.
He wasn't carrying a medicine box; instead, he was holding a snow-white handkerchief and slowly wiping his distinct, jade-like fingers.
"It's so noisy."
Qin An frowned slightly, his voice so soft it seemed it might be blown away by the wind at any moment, yet it sent a chill straight to the top of everyone's head:
"This is a sensitive place for medical staff. If you dare to make another sound... we'll take you to the back hill and bury you."
Wang's wife was so frightened that she immediately fell silent, even suppressing her sobs.
Qin An walked to the stretcher and looked down at Manager Wang, who looked like a lump of mud.
There was no pity in his eyes, but rather a faint look of disdain.
"Stroke, hemiplegia, blockage of the brain orifices."
He uttered a few words calmly, with terrifying precision.
"Can...can it be cured?" Wang's eldest son asked tremblingly.
Qin An did not answer.
He turned around and pulled a strange leather scroll from his sleeve. When unfolded, it was filled with silver needles of varying lengths, gleaming with a cold light.
"Carry it inside."
Qin An tossed out those three words, turned, and left.
"Apart from the patients, all irrelevant people, get out."
……
Half an hour later.
The crowd outside the clinic grew larger and larger, with everyone craning their necks to see if the seventh son of the Qin family was a true miracle doctor or just a charlatan.
Sudden.
The clinic doors opened again.
Manager Wang, who had been lying down and unable to move when he went in, actually... walked out by himself, supporting himself on the door frame!
Although his steps were still a little unsteady and his mouth was still slightly crooked, he was definitely standing! He had walked out!
"My God! Amazing! He's a living god!"
"A single needle brought him back to life! This is practically Hua Tuo reincarnated!"
"Manager Wang's symptoms were fatal, how could he pass away so quickly?!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Those wealthy businessmen who had initially been hesitant now saw their fear turn into fervor.
That was a yearning for life, a greed for "living another five hundred years".
"Dr. Qin! Can you cure my chronic leg pain?"
"Dr. Qin! I have diabetes, I want to be treated too!"
"I have money! I have plenty of money! I'll pay any amount of money as long as it lets me live a few more years!"
however.
The white door slammed shut with a loud bang after Manager Wang came out.
A gloomy voice came from inside the door:
"Today's appointments are full."
"Want to get treatment? Go buy a house next door and get a number."
……
The interior of the medical clinic.
The temperature here is much higher than outside, but it doesn't feel stuffy. Instead, the unique herbal aroma makes it feel exceptionally tranquil.
Qin An had just finished administering acupuncture, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He leaned weakly against the soft couch, his face even paler than before.
"An'an".
A soft voice rang out.
Su Wan carried a bowl of freshly cooked ginseng soup and walked in, lifting the curtain.
Today she wore a simple light blue jacket and skirt. To make it easier to help, she rolled up the cuffs with her arms, revealing a section of her snow-white arm that looked like a lotus root.
Upon seeing Su Wan, Qin An's eyes, which had been gloomy and lifeless, instantly became moist and soft, as if infused with water that seemed to carry his soul.
The "ghost doctor" who was just aloof and unapproachable has instantly transformed into a sickly little dog yearning for its owner's touch.
"Sister-in-law..."
Qin An reached out, his hand, the one that had just held the life-and-death silver needles, now trembling slightly, and gently grasped the hem of Su Wan's clothes:
"I'm so tired..."
"That old man smelled awful...it gave me a headache."
Am I not clean enough?
Su Wan's heart melted at the sight of him. She put down the ginseng soup, sat on the soft couch, took out her own handkerchief, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Where is it unclean? Our An'an is saving people, she is accumulating good karma."
Su Wan's voice was as gentle as a spring breeze in March:
"Drink the soup quickly to replenish your energy."
Qin An obediently took a sip of soup from her hand, but his eyes remained fixed on her face, with an almost morbid infatuation.
"Sister-in-law..."
He swallowed the ginseng soup, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and his voice suddenly became somewhat low and hoarse.
"I just... developed a new pulse diagnosis tool."
"It's even more accurate than taking a pulse through a suspended thread."
"But... I don't know if it will work well."
As he spoke, he took out a strangely shaped object from the medicine cabinet behind him.
It was a stethoscope made of high-quality soft tubing connecting two earpieces, with a round, gleaming metal probe at the other end—this was a basic stethoscope that Su Wan had drawn up for him, which the twins had made using the latest technology.
"Is this a stethoscope?"
Su Wan's eyes lit up, and she reached out to take it: "It's finished? Let me see!"
Qin An, however, flipped his wrist and dodged her hand.
"Sister-in-law."
He sat up straight, and in his dark eyes flickered a dark fire of "testing" and "possession":
"This stuff is too cold, sister-in-law, don't touch it."
"I want to... try finding someone."
"Hasn't my sister-in-law been saying she feels tightness in her chest and shortness of breath lately? Perfect... let me hear it."
Su Wan was taken aback: "I was upset by Lao Si yesterday..."
"Anger hurts the heart."
Without saying a word, Qin An had already put the stethoscope ear loop on his ear.
The black tubing hanging down his chest accentuated the ascetic and dangerous beauty of his pale face.
"come over."
He patted the spot beside him, his tone soft but carrying an unyielding stubbornness.
Su Wan had no choice but to move closer.
"How can you hear it? Can you hear it through clothes?"
Qin An remained silent.
He stretched out his pale, slender hand and pinched the round metal probe.
To keep it from getting too cold, he first warmed it with the warmth of his palms.
This small gesture warmed Su Wan's heart.
But the next second.
Qin An's hand did not linger on the surface of the clothes.
His fingertips hooked onto the Chinese knot button on Su Wan's collar.
"Sister-in-law."
His voice trembled slightly, and his breath brushed against Su Wan's neck, carrying a faint medicinal scent.
"I can't hear clearly through the clothes..."
"If it's a misdiagnosis... then it's An'an's fault."
"I need to...listen to it closely."
"Wh...what?!" Su Wan blushed and instinctively tried to back away.
But Qin An's other hand had already naturally wrapped around her waist.
His seemingly weak and powerless arms now acted like an iron hoop, firmly locking her in his embrace.
"Don't move."
Qin An lowered his head, his cold forehead resting on her shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of fragile pleading:
"Just listen to it... okay?"
"I only listen to my heartbeat... I do nothing else."
Su Wan looked at him, who seemed like he might break at any moment, and finally her heart softened.
"Then... just for a moment."
Having received permission, a glint of triumph flashed in Qin An's eyes.
His fingers deftly unbuttoned the first button of Su Wan's collar.
It's not completely untied.
It only loosened a crack.
It was large enough for the round probe to slide in along the collarbone.
"hiss……"
Although the metal probe had been covered, it still felt slightly cool compared to the burning hot skin.
Su Wan couldn't help but gasp, her body trembling slightly.
"Is your sister-in-law cold?"
Wearing a stethoscope, Qin An found himself surrounded by only two voices.
One was the sound of her rapid breathing.
The other sound was the rapid, drum-like heartbeat transmitted through the tubing.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The voice was strong and powerful, even somewhat panicked.
Qin An held the hand that was probing and slowly moved it under her clothes.
It did not stop immediately at the heart.
Instead, it seemed to be surveying its territory, its gaze wandering over that delicate skin.
From the collarbone, to the chest, and then to the undulating curves of the skin.
"My sister-in-law's heart... is beating so fast."
Qin An closed his eyes, listening to the sound with a look of enjoyment, as if he were listening to the most beautiful music in the world.
A satisfied yet somewhat eerie smile curled at the corners of his lips:
"It's like there's a little deer running around inside."
"Was it for me?"
"Or...did it get scared because this thing was too cold?"
"Qin An! Are you done yet!" Su Wan's face was so red it was almost bleeding. This kind of touch, which she couldn't see but could clearly feel, was even more shameful than a direct hug.
Especially his rubber tube connected to the probe, which would occasionally brush against her chin and neck with his movements, carrying an indescribable ambiguity.
"Not ready yet."
Qin An opened his eyes, and there was no longer any gloom in them, only a thick, unyielding desire.
He did not remove the probe.
Instead, he pressed his fingers down a little harder, pushing the probe even deeper.
It's not just about pressing the probe.
His fingers, too, pressed tightly against that warmth.
"Sister-in-law."
He leaned close to her ear, removed the stethoscope hook from one side, and inserted it into Su Wan's ear.
Listen.
"This is your heartbeat."
"It's also... my remedy."
"Knock knock knock—"
A tremendous heartbeat exploded in Su Wan's ears.
She had never heard the sounds inside her body so clearly before.
That rapid, chaotic, and even slightly emotional rhythm left her nowhere to hide.
"This illness..."
Qin An's fingers gently caressed beneath his clothes, feeling the pulse of the veins beneath the thin layer of skin:
"Ordinary medicines are ineffective."
"Only I... can cure it."
"Only if I stay close to it like this... and listen to it... will it slowly calm down."
"Does sister-in-law believe it or not?"
As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head and, through the light blue fabric, kissed the spot where the camera had been.
That is... her heart.
"Hmm!"
Su Wan's body went limp, and she collapsed into his arms.
This moment.
What kind of miracle doctor is this? What kind of auscultation is this?
All of this became tricks used by this yandere boy to control her heartbeat.
He was telling her this in a way—
Her life, her heartbeat, even the flow of her blood.
They were all under his surveillance.
They were all in his... palm.
……
at the same time.
Outside the clinic, a buying frenzy is underway.
"I want to buy a house! I want to buy the house closest to the clinic!"
"I'll offer ten thousand taels! I want that courtyard!"
"I'll offer 15,000! Don't try to take it from me! My life is more important than money!"
The wealthy businessmen who had just witnessed the miracle of "coming back from the dead" had now gone completely mad.
Looking at the plaque with the character "医" (medicine), they felt as if they were seeing a death-exemption token issued by the King of Hell.
Living next to a clinic is like having an extra life!
What school district housing? Those are all for buying for kids!
This "medical zone room" is the real life-saving talisman I bought for myself!
Qin Yue, the fourth brother in charge of sales, was standing on a small building not far away, fanning himself with a folding fan, watching the group of "fat sheep" waving banknotes below, his peach blossom eyes narrowing into slits with a smile.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Qin Yue sighed:
"Seventh Brother is really ruthless."
"This isn't treating an illness at all!"
"This is clearly... robbery."
"but……"
His gaze shifted to the tightly closed inner room of the clinic, his eyes darkened slightly, and he stopped fanning himself.
"Does it really take this long to treat an illness?"
"That sickly seventh brother...could he be using the excuse of going to the doctor to take advantage of his sister-in-law?"
Upon realizing this, the smile on Qin Yue's lips vanished instantly.
He snapped the folding fan shut.
"no."
"I'm not going to make that money."
"Only I can bully my sister-in-law. That kid, Lao Qi... his hands are too cold. Don't let my sister-in-law get cold."
After saying that, he turned around and rushed downstairs, looking as if he were going to catch someone in the act of adultery.
And in that inner room filled with the scent of medicine and an ambiguous atmosphere.
Qin An finally withdrew his hand with reluctance.
As the tubing slid out of her clothes, Su Wan gasped for breath like a fish out of water.
"Next time... never do that again."
Her eyes were red, she straightened her disheveled collar, and her voice was soft and weak, lacking any intimidation.
Qin An, however, smiled like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish.
He picked up the metal probe, still warm from her body, and in front of her, placed it to his lips and kissed it gently and reverently.
"Yes, sister-in-law."
"next time……"
"Let's listen somewhere else."
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