My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband

Chapter 366 Sorry, The Dragon Lady Has Started Cheating 1

Qu Liushang looked at the red scarf around Mo Yinhe’s neck, green with envy and spite. No wonder he’d lost his mind, wearing that ostentatious red scarf even in this scorching heat!

He was sweating profusely from his forehead, yet he never took it off!

So, this scarf was knitted by Ajiu!

However, it looked quite old, not newly knitted. Was she sure Ajiu had knitted it especially for him?

Qu Liushang didn’t believe it and mocked, "At first glance, that scarf is an old keepsake of a girl’s; who knows how many years it’s been worn. Mo Yinhe, Ajiu won’t knit you a scarf, so you grabbed her old one to show off to me, right? You know you’ll never get a scarf she knitted just for you."

During the five years Si Mingjing was away, Qu Liushang had become very familiar with Mo Yinhe and had a slight understanding of his unrequited desires.

Among these, what frustrated Mo Yinhe the most was that he wanted a scarf for his birthday present every year, yet Ajiu never gave him one.

Not in the least embarrassed by Qu Liushang’s sharp-eyed revelation, Mo Yinhe fiddled with the red scarf around his neck and continued to brag shamelessly, "This is her maiden work; it kept her company for many years on Prison Star. Every thread of the scarf is imbued with Mingjing’s essence. How could a new scarf ever compare?"

Hearing this, Qu Liushang grew even more jealous!

A scarf that Ajiu had worn for many years, one that had seen her through countless hard times, was naturally more precious than a new one!

It was an invaluable treasure!

Qu Liushang clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles went pale, wishing he could snatch the red scarf from Mo Yinhe’s neck and drape it over his own!

Unable to control himself, Qu Liushang reached out for the red scarf.

Mo Yinhe slapped his hand away. "Piss off! Are you so poor that you can’t even afford a red scarf?"

Was this something money could buy?

Qu Liushang was indignant. Mo Yinhe was doing this on purpose to torment him!

Mo Yinhe smoothed his sleeve, his posture elegant and dashing. Yes, he was doing it intentionally. Anyone who dared covet his wife deserved his torment!

At this time, Si Mingjing, who had been performing acupuncture for nearly an hour, took a deep breath; her forehead was unknowingly beaded with fine sweat.

Performing acupuncture for half an hour usually left her mentally drained; this session was slated for five hours, a far more daunting prospect.

Moreover, her procedure wasn’t just simple needling. It also involved channeling the Dragon Clan’s fiery energy through the Silver Needle into the patient’s body.

Before treating Lun Bobing with acupuncture, she had specially put on a hat.

At this moment, an ordinary person wouldn’t know that two crystal-clear Dragon Horns had sprouted under the hat she was wearing.

She had kept her head down while needling Lun Bobing, and nobody had noticed that her eyes were not obsidian black, but a dazzling, glaze-like golden yellow.

Ordinary acupuncture couldn’t clear the meridians and promote blood circulation. It was necessary to forcibly infuse the Dragon Clan’s heat.

In the past, her master and she had tried acupuncture on two patients with atrophy syndrome, yet failed to achieve any effect.

Later, out of frustration, she decided to resort to a desperate measure by channeling the Dragon Clan’s energy during the needling, which surprisingly yielded good results.

Afterwards, her master and she conducted separate experiments: one patient with atrophy syndrome received plain acupuncture from her master, and the other received acupuncture and Dragon Clan’s energy from her.

After countless clinical trials, she eventually cured the patient with atrophy syndrome, while her master’s attempts were unsuccessful.

Therefore, her current lecture during the needling, although logically sound, was ultimately pointless.

Fortunately, the attendees today were Western doctors. If they were practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, she wouldn’t have explained in such detail.

After all, other practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, even if they learned her method of acupuncture, could not cure patients with atrophy syndrome with it.

She wouldn’t teach useless things to those who understood traditional Chinese medicine.

Because she effectively had an unfair advantage.

At this moment, she asked someone to remove Lun Bobing’s shoes and socks, then said to him, "Mr. Lun, please try to move your toes."

Upon hearing this, Lun Bobing thought bleakly: Would it even work? I haven’t been able to move my toes for two years! It’s not that I don’t want to; I simply can’t! Still, he sent the command to his brain, desperately trying.

Just then, an exclamation pierced the air—it was Xian Chen.

"He moved! His toes moved!"

Lun Bobing, hearing this, could hardly believe it. He shifted his eyes. Really? Did my toes move?

Si Mingjing said, "Mr. Lun, please try to move the second toe of your left foot."

Lun Bobing tried to move it again.

As Lun Bobing attempted to move his second toe, the movement pulled the other three toes along as well. Everyone standing close could see it clearly.

Xian Chen rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief.

"Miss Si, he can move!"

At that moment, Xian Chen was as happy as a child.

He couldn’t believe that Si Mingjing had actually done it!

After one hour of her acupuncture, Lun Bobing’s toes could move. She said that in five hours he could be cured. Could it be... Heavens! This might actually be true!

The room erupted with excitement!

Only Mo Yinhe remained calm. He took out a handkerchief and stood by, gently wiping the sweat from the forehead of the woman he loved.

Si Mingjing’s hair, naturally falling as she administered acupuncture, swayed with the breeze from the window, each swaying strand tugging at Mo Yinhe’s heartstrings.

Si Mingjing turned her head to look at Mo Yinhe.

"Tired?" he asked her.

"A little. I’ll rest for ten minutes before continuing. Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to concentrate."

She wanted to visit the restroom and relax for a bit. This kind of acupuncture was incredibly mentally demanding.

Mo Yinhe, pained by her fatigue, directly led her out of the lecture hall.

After Si Mingjing had left, many doctors gathered around Lun Bobing, discussing animatedly.

"Is Chinese medicine really that powerful?"

"What is the relationship between the meridians discussed in Chinese medicine and the neurons in our Western medicine?"

"I always thought that Chinese medicine was a fraud, but it seems I was narrow-minded. Suddenly, I feel a little eager to learn about the meridians and acupoints in Chinese medicine—it seems very interesting!"

Si Mingjing used the restroom and walked out of the women’s washroom. Mo Yinhe was leaning against the wall outside, tall and imposing. He still wore his scarf.

"Aren’t you hot? You’re sweating," she said.

Si Mingjing tried to take the red scarf off Mo Yinhe’s neck, but he lightly patted her hand. "What are you doing? Don’t touch it. I’m not hot."

Mo Yinhe gently adjusted the brim of her hat, his eyes blazing with ardent love. "Mingjing, you truly are the most incredible woman in the world!"

"Is Xian Chen one of your people?"

Si Mingjing, feeling tired, leaned into him and asked.

While Mo Yinhe was adjusting the brim of her hat, he saw the small Dragon Horns peeking out from under it and, his fingers itching, he couldn’t resist giving them a light pinch. "How can you tell?"

Si Mingjing shuddered and slapped his hand away. "Don’t touch them!"