Chapter 30 He's cured! From today onwards, she's in charge of this household!

Chapter 30 He's cured! From today onwards, she's in charge of this household!

Su Wanqing followed the guards across the courtyard and toward the study that symbolized the highest power in the Lu family.

Lu Zhanting followed behind her, his hand hovering slightly, protecting her waist from a distance.

The heavy solid wood door was tightly closed.

The guard pushed open the door, and a strong smell of medicinal oil mixed with suppressed groans hit him.

Lu Zhenguo was not behind his desk, but was half-lying on the chaise lounge by the window.

His eyes were tightly closed, veins bulged on his forehead, cold sweat soaked his temples, and one hand was pressed hard against his temple as if he wanted to crush his skull.

His family doctor, Dr. Zhang, was applying a hot towel to his forehead, but the effort seemed futile because of Lu Zhenguo's trembling.

The nurse next to him had already prepared a syringe and was about to give him an injection of painkillers.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy and oppressive.

Hearing the door open, Lu Zhenguo didn't open his eyes, but squeezed out a single word.

"roll."

"Sir, it's Young Master Zhan Ting and his wife," the guard reported in a low voice.

Lu Zhenguo's tense body showed a barely perceptible relaxation.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, once as sharp as a hawk's, were now bloodshot, cloudy, and unfocused.

His gaze swept over everyone and landed squarely on Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing didn't speak, but simply looked back calmly.

Her eyes were calm and detached, showing neither pity nor fear, only pure scrutiny, as if she were looking at a delicate instrument in dire need of repair.

This calmness inexplicably brought some peace to Lu Zhenguo's thoughts, which were racing with pain.

"You all, get out." He waved his hand hoarsely at Dr. Zhang and the nurse.

"Sir, this..." Dr. Zhang said anxiously, "Your blood pressure is very high, you must be given a sedative immediately!"

"go out."

Lu Zhenguo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the absolute pressure of someone who had long held a high position.

Dr. Zhang dared not persuade him any further. After glancing at the soaring blood pressure reading on the monitor, he could only leave with a belly full of doubts, leading the nurse out.

Lu Zhanting wanted to stay, but Su Wanqing gave him a look.

"Wait for me outside," she said softly.

Lu Zhanting looked at her, then at his grandfather who was in pain on the bed, and finally chose to believe her. He nodded and left, considerately closing the door behind him.

In the large study, only Su Wanqing and Lu Zhenguo remained.

Instead of going forward immediately, she walked to the desk and lit a calming incense stick.

It was specially made by her using several herbs from her space medicine field.

A refreshing fragrance quickly filled the air.

The fragrance, like a forest after rain, carried a slightly damp earthy scent, forcefully dispelling the oppressive smell of medicine and pain in the room.

Lu Zhenguo's rapid breathing, caused by the pain, unconsciously slowed down slightly.

Su Wanqing then picked up her medicine box and walked to the bedside.

"Hands," she said succinctly.

Lu Zhenguo did as he was told and pulled his arm out from under the thin blanket.

Su Wanqing took out a pulse pillow and placed it under his wrist, then gently placed three slender fingers on his cun-kou (radial artery).

My fingertips felt slightly cool.

When the coolness came, Lu Zhenguo's heart, which had been pounding wildly due to the excruciating pain, miraculously slowed down for a moment.

The study was extremely quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind outside the window and the faint sound of burning calming incense.

Su Wanqing kept her eyes closed, her expression focused.

Time passed by, second by second.

Lu Zhenguo looked at her, at the silhouette of her long eyelashes under the lamp, at her young yet serene face.

Having spent his life on the battlefield, this was the first time he had so quietly examined a person.

"That's fine."

About five minutes later, Su Wanqing opened her eyes and withdrew her hand.

"How is it?" Lu Zhenguo asked, unaware of the slight tension in his voice.

“The string is smooth and the number is large, with the left side being stronger than the right.” Su Wanqing’s answer was professional and concise. “Liver yang rising, phlegm and fire obstructing the flow.”

“Speak like a human.” Lu Zhenguo frowned.

"The cold and shock you suffered on the battlefield when you were young damaged your health. The cold stagnated and turned into blood stasis, blocking the meridians in your head."

As Su Wanqing spoke, she opened the medicine box.

A row of silver needles of varying lengths gleamed with a cold luster under the lamp.

"When the meridians are blocked, headaches occur. What you have been thinking about causes liver fire to rise, which, along with phlegm, dampness, and blood stasis, blocks the brain. When these two forces attack together, the pain is like being pricked by needles."

Her explanation, compared to Dr. Zhang's terms like "nervous headache" and "insufficient blood supply to the brain," directly addressed his physical sensations.

Lu Zhenguo remained silent.

What Su Wanqing said was exactly what he felt personally.

"What do you intend to do?" he asked.

“Acupuncture and moxibustion can clear stagnation and unblock the meridians, which is a temporary solution.” Su Wanqing took out a few silver needles and ran them over an alcohol lamp. “Then, we will use herbal decoctions to warm and replenish the vital energy, which is a fundamental solution.”

"Only by addressing both the symptoms and the root cause can the disease be eradicated."

Her plan was well-organized and logically sound.

Lu Zhenguo stared at the silver needles that gleamed coldly before his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He had never been afraid of bullets, so naturally he was not afraid of these few needles.

He simply couldn't imagine that his life and health would be entrusted to this girl in her early twenties.

"Let's do it." Finally, he closed his eyes, his voice deep and heavy.

That tone conveyed a complete surrender.

"Okay," Su Wanqing replied.

She walked to Lu Zhenguo's side, her voice calm and devoid of any emotion: "Grandpa, relax. You will feel soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain afterwards, which is a normal sensation from the needle. Don't move."

Her voice had a strange calming power that made Lu Zhenguo's tense body relax involuntarily.

Su Wanqing used alcohol-soaked cotton balls to disinfect acupoints on his head, such as Baihui, Fengchi, Taiyang, and Shuaigu.

Then, she took out a three-inch long needle and aimed it at the Baihui acupoint on Lu Zhenguo's head.

Twist and thrust.

The movements were clean and efficient.

As the silver needle pierced through, Lu Zhenguo felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, followed by a burst of intense soreness that instantly swept across his entire scalp.

The sensation wasn't painful, but it was extremely intense, like a stick being stirred inside his brain.

"Hold on," Su Wanqing's voice rang out.

Before he could finish speaking, another silver needle pierced the Fengchi acupoint on the back of his neck.

One needle after another.

Her technique was so skillful that it was beyond what one would expect from a young person; every needle insertion was incredibly precise.

Soon, seven or eight silver needles were inserted into Lu Zhenguo's head.

Strangely, as these intense tingling, numbness, and swelling sensations appeared, the excruciating pain that almost split his skull open seemed to have been chipped open, the pressure suddenly eased, and the pain gradually receded.

When the last needle fell, Lu Zhenguo let out a long breath.

My whole head felt numb and swollen, but the excruciating pain had mostly subsided.

A wave of weariness washed over him, and he even felt drowsy.

“The final step,” Su Wanqing said.

She took out the shortest and finest acupuncture needle.

"It will hurt a little, just bear with it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked her wrist and quickly pricked Lu Zhenguo's temples with a fine needle.

Pfft! Pfft!

Two dark purple lines of blood shot out from the needle hole and splattered onto the gauze she had prepared.

The blood was dark purple, mixed with small blood clots.

As the stagnant blood was expelled, Lu Zhenguo felt a "boom" in his mind, as if something heavy had been instantly pulled away.

The dark cloud that had lingered in my mind for decades vanished in an instant.

Before my eyes, everything was clear and bright.

The excruciating pain that went deep into my bones disappeared.

In its place came a long-lost, almost unfamiliar ease and tranquility.

He lay there blankly, unable to adjust for a moment.

It's been too long.

He had forgotten how peaceful a normal person's brain is.

Su Wanqing didn't disturb him. She quietly treated the wound and began to slowly remove the silver needles one by one.

Lu Zhenguo only snapped out of his daze when the last needle left his body.

He slowly sat up and tried to move his stiff neck.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

Really, it doesn't hurt anymore.

He looked up at Su Wanqing under the lamp.

A thin layer of sweat glistened on the girl's forehead, and her face was pale from intense concentration, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

Lu Zhenguo opened his mouth, his throat bobbed, but no sound came out.

He looked at Su Wanqing with a look in his eyes that he himself did not realize was one of immense shock and... a trace of gratitude.

Having lived for over sixty years, he was completely stunned by his twenty-year-old granddaughter-in-law today.

Outside the door.

Lu Zhanting paced back and forth in the corridor like a trapped beast.

The study is so well soundproofed that this unknown wait is more agonizing than going to war.

The old lady was also helped in; she sat in a chair, fiddling with her prayer beads, her face full of worry.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

Su Wanqing came out.

"Wanqing!" Lu Zhanting rushed forward to support her. "How are you?"

His heart clenched when he saw her pale face.

Su Wanqing shook her head at him, forcing a reassuring smile: "I'm fine. Grandpa... is better too."

"Is it all done?" The old lady stood up abruptly, her voice trembling. "Child, your grandfather..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Zhenguo walked out of the study on his own.

His steps were still somewhat unsteady, but his back was ramrod straight. Although his face was still pale, the pain and gloom that had lingered between his brows for years had vanished.

Instead, the clarity and sharpness that belong to military commanders have taken their place.

"Mom," he said, his voice hoarse but full of energy.

The old lady looked at her son, who was completely different from before, and tears streamed down her face.

She covered her mouth, too excited to speak, and could only nod repeatedly.

Lu Zhenguo's gaze swept over his mother, over his worried son, and finally settled on Su Wanqing.

He paused for a moment, then gave an order to the guards beside him in an extremely solemn tone.

"Pass on my orders."

The guard immediately straightened up: "Yes, sir!"

"First! From today onwards, the east wing is a restricted area. No one may approach or disturb the young mistress's rest and medicine making without my permission."

"Second! Issue a notice that all medicinal herbs and food ingredients for the household must be personally inspected by the young mistress. Whatever she needs, no matter how expensive or difficult to find, must be arranged immediately."

"Third!" He paused, looked at Su Wanqing, and said each word firmly, "Notify Dr. Zhang and the expert team from the General Hospital of the Military Region that from today onwards, Comrade Su Wanqing will be fully responsible for all my treatment. They only need to cooperate!"

The three orders were all increasingly important.

Each and every one of them proclaims Su Wanqing's unshakeable new position in this family.

The guard was visibly shaken, but without hesitation, he shouted, "Yes, sir!"

After saying that, he turned and walked away quickly.

In the corridor, the old lady was sobbing uncontrollably, holding Su Wanqing's hand and repeatedly saying, "Good child... good child..."

Lu Zhanting stood behind Su Wanqing, his arm tightly around her shoulder.

The warmth and strength in his palm silently spoke of his overflowing pride and love.

Su Wanqing was a little tired, so she leaned into his strong embrace, feeling a sense of peace in her heart.

She won this battle.

They won cleanly and decisively.

The news spread like wildfire throughout the Lu family compound.

When Liu Yuzhen, who was under house arrest, heard all this from her trusted servants, she was stunned for a long time.

She didn't scream or roar.

She just sat on the sofa, her body growing colder and colder until she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

She knew the sky had fallen.

As long as Lu Zhenguo doesn't recover, she still has hope of turning things around.

But now, Su Wanqing has cured him.

That country girl, whom she considered a thorn in her side, became Lu Zhenguo's savior and a "living bodhisattva" whom no one in the family could touch.

She herself became a complete joke.

It was late at night.

The east wing was brightly lit.

Su Wanqing wrote down a prescription and handed it to Lu Zhanting.

"The prescription for Grandpa is to promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, and calm the mind. Find a reliable person to get the medicine; don't go through the family's purchasing service," she instructed, knowing that Liu Yuzhen's henchmen had to be guarded against.

"Understood." Lu Zhanting carefully put away the prescription.

He looked at his wife's tired face under the lamp, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her forehead.

"Are you exhausted?"

"A little." Su Wanqing leaned against his warm chest, her voice languid, "It took a lot of mental effort."

"Don't work so hard in the future." Lu Zhanting hugged her tightly, his voice deep and domineering. "Take his illness slowly. Your health is the most important thing."

Su Wanqing snuggled against him, finding a comfortable position.

"Mmm," she responded softly.

The moonlight outside the window was as clear as water.

A thrilling medical treatment has finally come to an end.

Su Wanqing knew that from tonight onwards, she and Lu Zhanting had finally gained a firm foothold in this perilous capital city.

But this is only the first step.

Lu Yao's strategic game, her own business empire...

Curing Lu Zhenguo was a stroke of good luck she had.

Next, she will take advantage of this favorable wind to grow her own towering canopy that can shelter her from the wind and rain.

This game has only just begun.