A Good Country Wife
Chapter 309 - 303 This Kind of Pain_1

Chapter 309: Chapter 303 This Kind of Pain_1

"Dr. Jiang, how is my wife doing? It’s already the fourth day. How is her recovery? Can you use that method you mentioned?" Although Jiang Ziqi had said there was a way to wake his wife up, Zhao Erhu couldn’t feel at ease without seeing Lin Yue awaken, feeling anxious and worried about the possibility of losing his young wife, which made him increasingly restless.

"Almost there. Tomorrow morning should be good. The Yang energy is stronger then, and I’ll be in a better state for applying the needles, which increases the chances of success." Jiang Ziqi had initially blamed Zhao Erhu for not taking good care of Lin Yue, for not cherishing such a good wife, and had been quite stern with him these past two days. However, seeing Zhao Erhu so worried and distraught, he felt it was punishment enough and replied more kindly than usual.

"Really? That’s great, thank you, Dr. Jiang." Hearing that Jiang Ziqi had finally given a definite time, Zhao Erhu thanked him repeatedly and felt much more at peace.

The next morning, Zhao Erhu was waiting early in the room. Usually, Jiang Ziqi was calm when performing acupuncture, a sign of confidence in his medical skills. However, this time he was uncharacteristically serious. The Jiang Family had passed down through generations, besides their medical dictionary, a certain item within a rosewood box called the ’Soul-piercing Needle’.

This Soul-piercing Needle was extremely mysterious. Although it had been passed down as a family heirloom, there were not many records of its use. The few notes that were available indicated that the needle had the effect of stimulating the spirit and awakening the soul, causing the unwilling or unknown reasons for the deep sleep of the spirit to awaken due to the intense pain. There was also a warning that it should not be used lightly. Jiang Ziqi had never used it since he had obtained it, and this was the first time. He did not know if this Soul-piercing Needle would be as miraculous as the records claimed.

Jiang Ziqi asked Zhao Erhu to hold Lin Yue and restrain her body to prevent her from struggling too much from the pain during the acupuncture, which could affect his needlework. After taking a few deep breaths, he opened the small rosewood box and took out a silver needle forged from an unknown material that gleamed with a cold light.

As soon as he touched the silver needle, Jiang Ziqi’s mind went blank for a moment, and it took him a while to recover. Once he adjusted himself, he approached Lin Yue, realizing that the needle’s effect surpassed what was described in the medical texts.

For the past few days, Lin Yue had been drifting along with Qin Lang, feeling more and more that Qin Lang had feelings for her. No matter how busy he was, Qin Lang made time to visit ’herself’ in the hospital every day, and today was no exception. As Lin Yue followed Qin Lang to the hospital and saw him touching her face with a sorrowful expression, she wished she could wake up immediately to comfort him. Her soul slowly approached her body on the bed, attempting to merge with it. However, after trying once and twice, she passed through as if going through walls.

Unwilling to give up, Lin Yue tried again and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, which spread throughout her body. Her soul seemed to be in agony as well, an indescribable pain that made her entire body shiver uncontrollably, unable to escape the torment.

Seeing Lin Yue’s body begin to shake violently and try to break free from Zhao Erhu’s hold, Jiang Ziqi knew the time had come. He quickly recited the incantation written in the medical dictionary, and after Lin Yue let out a painful scream, her eyes flew open. Jiang Ziqi hurriedly removed the silver needle.

"Wife, you’ve awakened. How are you feeling? Is it still very painful?" Zhao Erhu had learned from Jiang Ziqi about the effects and function of the Soul-piercing Needle before the procedure, understanding that it would cause immense pain. However, he had no choice if it meant waking his wife. After all, the pain would subside after this, and she couldn’t remain unconscious forever. But seeing his wife still trembling uncontrollably after the needle was removed, Zhao Erhu still felt extremely heartbroken.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, I’m in so much pain." Lin Yue had not yet escaped from the intense pain, her tears streaming down her face, seemingly unable to remember anything, continuously crying out in pain.

"Wife, it’s okay, it’s okay, the pain is gone now, the silver needles have been removed, you’ll be alright soon, be good." Zhao Erhu held Lin Yue in his arms, kissed her forehead, and stroked her head with one hand, constantly comforting the person in his embrace. His heart was also clenched tightly—if there were any other way, he would not want his little wife to suffer so much.

"Alright, you take care of her for now, I’m going to leave," said Jiang Ziqi, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It seemed he was exhausted from just a moment’s work, casually greeting Zhao Erhu before he left—he didn’t want to watch this couple’s affectionate display.

Lin Yue took a while to recover from the pain. Over the past few days of dozing, she had almost completely submerged herself into that dream, as if returning to the modern world. When she woke up, she felt somewhat bewildered, not knowing what time it was. The effects of the Soul-piercing Needle had not yet completely worn off, causing her to look at Zhao Erhu with a puzzled expression.

"Umm, who are you, why do you look familiar?" Lin Yue asked weakly as she leaned into Zhao Erhu’s embrace, looking confused.

Zhao Erhu’s heart, initially brimming with joy, suddenly turned ice cold. His little wife had actually forgotten him and no longer recognized him—is she reverting to the Lin Yue from before her amnesia, the timid and weak girl who only liked that childhood friend scholar?

"Wife, do you really not remember me? Then do you remember this person named Jiang Wenshu?" Zhao Erhu asked tentatively. No one had told him the name of that scholar; he’d found out on his own, along with his wife’s past affairs. He wasn’t foolish—he knew that to fight effectively, he needed to fully understand his love rival, Jiang Wenshu, who had eyes for his wife. Only then could he better deal with his rival and protect his cherished wife.

When Lin Yue heard the name Jiang Wenshu, she became even more confused. Unlike the man before her, who triggered a sense of familiarity, this was a completely foreign name to her. "I don’t remember, who is this person, do I know him?"

Seeing Lin Yue’s genuinely forgetful expression, Zhao Erhu felt much of his worry dissipate. It didn’t matter if his wife didn’t remember him; as long as she was awake, everything else could be taken care of slowly. As for Jiang Wenshu, he could go as far away as possible, because his little wife didn’t remember him at all.

"If you don’t remember, then it’s fine, he’s not important. Wife, I’m your husband. You were pushed down a slope and got injured, which is why you’ve forgotten some things. You will recover slowly, don’t worry, alright?" Zhao Erhu, fearing Lin Yue would be scared because she couldn’t remember the past, comforted her gently.

"Mhm." Although Lin Yue’s mind was still muddled, she felt the person before her was trustworthy. She responded nonchalantly and, feeling extremely tired, fell asleep leaning on Zhao Erhu.