Mated at First Sight
Chapter 933 - 614: Really a Strange Woman (Second Update)

Chapter 933: Chapter 614: Really a Strange Woman (Second Update)

However, upon hearing Jing Youlan’s cautionary advice, Ai Lu simply gave him a speechless glance and said nothing; probably too lazy to bother with his nonsense.

Which eye of his saw that Ai Lu had taken a fancy to his sister-in-law? Nevertheless, Ai Lu was indeed surprised that Mu Lin, who didn’t seem very old, was not only skilled but unexpectedly married already; yeah, that was indeed a bit of a pity.

That’s the truth.

Cough cough... Of course, he wasn’t so twisted as to fancy a woman who could overpower him.

However, Mu Lin had overturned his view of women.

Isn’t it said that they’re very gentle? It looks like that’s all a lie! But, getting married was indeed a bit early.

He wondered what kind of expression he would have if he knew Mu Lin was also the mother of twin three-year-olds.

He guessed it was none of his business anyway.

Mu Lin cast a detached glance at Jing Youlan beside her, the meaning in her eyes clear.

If you don’t speak up, nobody will treat you as a mute.

Nevertheless, Mu Lin did notice that Jing Youlan seemed quite fond of this person.

After all, ordinary people wouldn’t get so much attention from Young Master Jing, who wouldn’t bother to talk so much, let alone argue and remind.

The rapport between men, Mu Lin expressed, was something she really couldn’t understand and couldn’t be bothered to understand, since she was not a man anyway.

Jing Youlan gave Mu Lin an awkward smile, retreating back to his original position, and instantly received a variety of strange glances from those around him.

"What are you looking at, look ahead." He snorted coldly, not saying anything more.

The three men exchanged a smile.

Tsk, he’s actually embarrassed and angry!

Ignoring the situation around her, Mu Lin simply stepped forward, reaching out her hand, and slowly approached the other person’s chest, "Endure it." With these nonchalant words, the man hadn’t even had a chance to react before the intense pain in his chest almost made him cry out, but he forcibly held it back, letting out only a stifled groan, with fine sweat appearing on his forehead in an instant, indicating just how much it hurt.

Luckily, the pain arrived quickly and also quickly subsided when Mu Lin’s hand withdrew, Ai Lu also took a deep breath of relief, unconsciously.

But he discovered.

"It doesn’t hurt anymore!" It was—literally not painful at all! How could it be this miraculous!

His eyes widened in astonishment as he looked at Mu Lin, curious, "How did you do that?" She had healed it just like that, and he couldn’t even feel the slightest bit of pain when breathing now.

Meanwhile, the military doctor had a face full of bitter hardship.

He still hadn’t managed to see clearly what just happened.

Mu Lin’s technique was too fast, his eyes were dazzled; so, this was the so-called art of setting bones in Chinese Medicine! She was far more skilled than any Chinese Medicine practitioner he had seen before.

In fact, previously, this military doctor didn’t have much regard for the art of Chinese Medicine, as it had never been as miraculous as the legends suggested, but now, having witnessed the miracle, how could he not be excited!

It was a pity that his eyes were too slow.

It wasn’t just the military doctor and his students who were slow; even Walker and the others couldn’t believe it. Just like that, with a few quick snaps, she had healed an injury that would’ve required at least a month or two of recuperation?

This was simply too incredible to believe.

Others had only watched from a distance when Mu Lin treated Sanqiu yesterday, so they hadn’t seen clearly.

Walker finally understood how Mu Lin could transfer the injuries from Sanqiu perfectly onto Ai Lu.

Her technique was as precise and fast as when she had assembled guns before!

No wonder her fingers could move so fast!

"I think, even if I told you, you probably wouldn’t understand, so I’d rather not say," Mu Lin said indifferently, not minding the astonishment of others, as her eyes settled on Ai Lu’s leg. She pressed a few spots on his leg, and Ai Lu’s brows furrowed tightly.

Painful.

But he didn’t utter a groan.

It was just a little bit of pain, after all.

Mu Lin took out silver needles from her small pack (matching the military uniform), then looked at the military doctor, who immediately understood. He turned to get an alcohol lamp from the side and placed it in front of Mu Lin, lighting it, completely ready to assist cheerfully whenever he was called upon.

Previously, Mu Lin had asked them for this, and he had always been prepared, which was called being ready for any eventuality.

"Thank you." Mu Lin said thanks lightly, then turned around, sterilized the silver needles over the flame, and began the treatment with focused attention.

The injury on this leg was indeed a bit trickier than the ribs, but since she had inflicted it herself, of course, she knew the severity of the injury.

It looked like the military doctor was aware and had not mishandled it.

The military doctors from A Country and their two apprentices watched without blinking as Mu Lin administered treatment, for an injury that even their advanced equipment couldn’t heal, but this young girl only needed a few silver needles.

It really was an incredibly unbelievable event.

Ten minutes later, Mu Lin withdrew the silver needles and turned to Walker, "It’s all right now." She then took out a prescription from her bag and handed it over, "According to this prescription, take the medicine three times a day for three days, and you’ll be fine," although she wasn’t sure if they had a Chinese medicine shop here.

"Thank you." Walker reached out to receive it, expressing his gratitude.

Truly sincere.

Mu Lin glanced at him indifferently, "No need, it’s merely an agreement between us." It wasn’t out of kindness, so expressions of gratitude were superfluous.

After saying this, she turned and prepared to leave without hesitation.

"Wait... wait a moment!" However, as Mu Lin turned away, she was suddenly halted by an urgent voice. Stopping in her tracks, Mu Lin turned back, "Is there something else?"

The military doctor looked a bit flustered, "Can I... can I ask you for a favor?" He really wanted... really wanted to learn Mu Lin’s technique.

"What?" Mu Lin raised an eyebrow, inquiring—or rather, feigning ignorance.

"Could you teach me the technique you just used to treat that young man’s rib?" He knew he couldn’t learn acupuncture, but if he could master Mu Lin’s technique, it would be beneficial for the other soldiers. "I know my request is somewhat excessive, and perhaps a little difficult for you." But he truly wanted to learn.

Jing Youlan smiled at him, "It’s not somewhat, it’s extremely." His expression was haughty, "This is a unique skill of my sister-in-law, and in this world, aside from her, no more than... two people might master it." He heard that it was a skill passed down from the Gong family to his sister-in-law’s master, then on to his sister-in-law (who was also their father).

There are apparently several versions of this technique, similar to a kind of manual skill, which really isn’t that easy to learn.

Hearing Jing Youlan’s words, the other man pursed his lips, his expression slightly flustered.

However.

"Fine." Mu Lin’s answer surprised everyone but thrilled the military doctor from A Country, "Really!" This was truly fantastic!

He hadn’t expected Mu Lin would agree.

"Mhm." Mu Lin nodded indifferently and stepped forward, her gaze on the man’s chest, "I’ll only do it once." She reached out and then struck without hesitation.

When Mu Lin withdrew her hand, the man couldn’t help but stumble backward, coughing violently, coughing with force.

Mom, that hurt.

But, he seemed to have grasped a little bit of the technique.

Watching him, Mu Lin’s lips curved, "Speed, force, and position—you practice on your own. Once you’ve got it down, it’ll be fine." Whether he could actually succeed was none of her concern.

However, the technique was unrelated to meridian points, so it should be easier to grasp.

Afterward, Mu Lin nodded slightly to the group and turned to leave with several others.

"Still as indifferent as ever." The military doctor, clutching his painfully aching chest, broke into a smile.

Though they had interacted closely only twice, he found Mu Lin’s temperament rather peculiar.

He really had no idea what she would do next.

Walker and the others likely shared this sentiment.

When you think she will agree, she does the opposite, and when you believe she won’t, she surprises you by consenting.

What a strange woman.

However.

Walker glanced back at Xi’er, who was fixated on the direction Mu Lin and her group had left, and sighed softly to himself.

He just hoped they wouldn’t encounter her again; otherwise, Xi’er probably wouldn’t let things go— his temper wouldn’t allow the disgrace to stand, the grudge was already set.

To be honest, even more than troubling that woman, he was concerned for Xi’er.

He hoped Xi’er would come to understand, or perhaps one day, he might not even know how he died.

At that moment, Walker was unaware that his offhand remark would, in the future, come to pass almost miraculously.

Of course, at the time, that was merely an afterthought.

By this time, it was evening. After packing up, the group stood up to leave. When they arrived back at the military area, it was already eight o’clock the following morning.

Mu Lin looked up at everyone, "Today, Ying Sun is on a collective holiday, and your boss has also decided to give you three days off, so that you can go home and rest well." This was mentioned by Jing Chen during a call the day before. After all, they had brought honor home this time, and as the boss, it was only right to give some reward.

Although this was already their duty.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." The group exchanged looks—it seemed they might be able to visit home.

As for Jing Youlan, he naturally went home with Mu Lin.

In the car.

"We’ll soon see our two adorable little treasures at home." Jing Youlan cared even more for his twin niece and nephew than Jing Chen did, lavishing them with attention every holiday, bringing them gifts, and making them happy; Jing Nuo probably thought his uncle was better than his dad.

There was no helping it, given the outlandish favoritism of old Jing! Daughters were coddled, whereas sons were treated like adversaries, put through training at the slightest disagreement.

While Jing Youlan, as for this title, although young Master Jing had protested countless times asking to not be called uncle—it made him seem old, for crying out loud!

Was there ever an uncle as youthfully handsome and imposing as him?

Jing Nuo: Yes, that would be you.