After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 190 Obsession

Chapter 190: Chapter 190 Obsession

Before Young Master Tutor Lin could react, Su Yu had already accepted with a face full of gratitude, "Ah? This... thank you so much, Master Han!"

Watching his mother completely fall into Doctor Su’s "trap," Young Master Tutor Lin found it both helpless and amusing.

Although he had some reservations in his heart, constrained by his mother’s command, he could only comply.

Young Master Tutor Lin glanced at Su Yu, who outwardly appeared humble and polite, but inwardly seemed overjoyed. This caused his mustache to tremble slightly, and he stormed off with his sleeves flung, filled with annoyance: If he had known that doing this would turn out this way, he might as well have kept his mouth shut.

Seeing this scene, the Old Lady laughed and teased, "Making him run errands and he’s throwing a tantrum like a child."

Su Yu touched his nose guiltily and secretly felt fortunate that only the Old Lady and Young Master Tutor’s wife could tolerate and not harshly judge his little schemes.

In their eyes, his small calculations seemed to be generously overlooked.

That Young Master Tutor Lin, although he came from the ranks, had risen to such a distinguished position, was certainly extraordinary.

From that sharp glance he had just thrown, Su Yu keenly sensed that this high official seemed to have seen through every little plan in his heart with just one look.

However, this was not a major issue; as long as his goal was achieved, everything was worth it.

Revisiting his original intention, the reason Su Yu chose to go through such trouble was because he was concerned that a direct visit might lead Young Master Tutor’s Mansion to misunderstand that he was immediately making demands after receiving a favor, hence unnecessarily creating barriers and suspicion.

The Old Lady, seeing the anxiety in Su Yu’s expression, mistook it as concern for her niece and comforted him warmly, "Doctor Su, rest assured, despite his reluctant demeanor, he is the most filial. He will certainly handle your request perfectly; just focus on healing people."

"Thank you for your understanding, Old Lady."

Su Yu’s words were sincere, and his gratitude was clearly expressed.

Afterward, he took the pulse of both individuals and couldn’t help feeling a secret thrill.

Their recovery had far exceeded his expectations.

Clearly, during this time, they had been undisturbed by any trivial matters and had devoted themselves entirely to regaining their health.

This was indeed the case.

The Old Lady, having survived a brush with death, now cherished her life even more, spending her days laughing and talking with her grandchildren, taking her medication regularly, and keeping all worries at bay.

As for Young Master Tutor’s wife, with Song Xiaoniang’s series of troubles gone, her life had become more tranquil and comfortable than ever before.

In the past, Song Xiaoniang had covetously eyed the power of stewardship. The master doted on her excessively, and if it were not for her lack of sons, he might have acted according to her wishes.

Hence, when managing the affairs of the mansion, Young Master Tutor’s wife dared not slacken in the slightest, fearing that someone would catch a fault and she might even lose her position as steward.

Over time, despite being worn out in both body and mind, she had not won the slightest pity from the master.

Had it not been for Su Yu taking her pulse, she wouldn’t have known that her body was like a dying lamp, with that profound exhaustion becoming a normal part of life, leading her to mistakenly believe it was merely poor spirits.

Since receiving treatment from Su Yu, she had an epiphany.

No matter it was the master’s affection or the power of the steward, neither was as important as one’s own health.

Thus, she began to allocate the affairs she held in her hands and unexpectedly discovered that the other concubines were capable of managing their responsibilities efficiently and orderly, and their respect for her increased.

In this way, she was able to recuperate in peace without losing control over the household affairs, making life easy and pleasant.

The women of the household lived in harmony, no longer disturbed by quarrels over favoritism.

As the proverb goes, "A single rat’s droppings can spoil a whole pot of soup." Song Xiaoniang had been that spoil-spoiling "rat’s droppings."

Su Yu smiled and said, "Congratulations, Old Lady, on your rapid recovery. Within three months, you should be fully healed."

Upon hearing this, the Old Lady’s face lit up with so many wrinkles smoothing out, her eyebrows and eyes brimming with undeniable joy, yet she did not forget to ask tenderly about another important person, "And Qingshu? How is she doing?"

Young Master Tutor’s wife’s heartstrings tightened even more at this moment, her hands subtly intertwined, eyes locked on Su Yu’s face, fearing to catch any sign of recurrence from her response.

Her heartbeat thundered within her chest, like a prisoner awaiting judgment, both hopeful and fearful.

Su Yu returned a gentle smile but deliberately held back, not answering directly, "Young Master Tutor’s wife, how do you feel about your body? Sometimes, the body’s own feelings are more truthful than any words."

"I do feel much better," Young Master Tutor’s wife said, hardly able to conceal her excitement, "The bleeding has completely stopped, and these days I felt spirited and my complexion has greatly improved, no longer like before, constantly feeling cold and powerless, as if the whole world had lost its color."

Young Master Tutor’s wife meticulously shared the changes in her health over this period, each improvement warming her like the warm sun in spring, yet deep within her heart, a faint worry lingered, fearing what unknown risks might be hidden behind this sudden recovery.

The Old Lady chimed in, her words filled with irrepressible relief, "Exactly! It has been many years since this girl wrapped rice dumplings by herself. This time, must be a great improvement in her health and a joyful heart that brought her this refined interest."

Su Yu nodded slightly; her purpose had been achieved by getting Young Master Tutor’s wife to describe her symptoms firsthand, similar to traditional inspection, listening, questioning, and palpation, which made the diagnosis more accurate and faultless.

"While taking your pulse, I too was quietly amazed, your recovery exceeded my expectations. Originally, I planned that you would need acupuncture and moxibustion once a month, continuing for half a year to strengthen the foundation and nurture the vitality, but now it seems, that step can be completely skipped."

As Su Yu spoke, her nimble fingers were already picking up the calligraphy brush and gracefully drafting on the rice paper, her prescription gradually taking shape.

Both ladies showed overflowing joy on their faces, but their thoughts were diverse.

The Old Lady’s eyes sparkled with hope, carefully voicing her heart’s desire, "Then, is there still a chance for her to continue the Han Family’s lineage and give birth to a legitimate male heir?"

At one side, Young Master Tutor’s wife secretly clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her fingertips turning pale from tension.

Though she had one daughter and two sons, none were legitimate.

Those dreams about a legitimate heir had faded over time and were no longer her obsession.

For her, nothing was more precious than her own health.

Recalling that agonizing experience of miscarriage, when her life was in danger and her husband remained indifferent, her heart had long since turned as cold as ice.

Deep inside, she did not wish to try undergoing childbirth again, but this thought was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, seldom spoken out loud for fear of angering long-hoping elders.

She silently prayed that Su Yu would provide a definitive answer to extinguish everyone’s delusions, for, even without a legitimate son.