The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities
Chapter 239: I’ll Check Your Pulse

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: I’ll Check Your Pulse

As soon as Nan Yu stepped out of the elevator, she saw Chongbai and Pei Yu standing at the door, apparently having waited for her for a long time.

Her voice was hoarse, hardly recognizable as her own.

"Uncle Li, I’m sorry, something came up, and I’m late."

Upon hearing her voice, Li Chongbai immediately realized she was sick and hurriedly asked, "Yingying, what’s wrong with you? Shall I take a look?"

Pei Yu also looked at Nan Yu worriedly, "Doctor Li, you look very pale. Are you sick?"

Nan Yu tugged at her mask and gently shook her head, "I’m fine, I’ve already taken medicine. The lady’s acupuncture must not be delayed; let’s go inside."

After speaking, she carried the case and quickly entered the ward.

Li Chongbai and Pei Yu exchanged a look, both with deep concern for Nan Yu in their eyes.

Together, they entered and saw that Nan Yu had already opened the case and started administering acupuncture to Duan Zhu.

They had a lot to say, but seeing her serious demeanor, they couldn’t bear to disturb her and ultimately, both closed their mouths and quietly waited.

The procedure was the same as the day before.

Different, however, was her physical condition today compared to the previous days, weaker, with her hand holding the needle showing a barely detectable tremor.

Others might not have noticed, but she could feel this subtle change herself.

Nan Yu bit her lower lip, tasted the metallic taste of blood, and forced herself to calm down.

She closed her eyes and then opened them again, her eyes emitting a bright light, steadied her hands, and took up the Silver Needle.

With lightning speed, she performed three special forms of the Ghost Needle Technique.

The sweat on her forehead, initially small droplets, turned into large beads and continuously dripped onto her glasses, blurring her vision.

Yet Nan Yu, unshaken by the imminent collapse, continued needling.

The sweat on her back soon soaked through all her clothes, dampening even the outermost white coat.

She blinked, clearing the blurry vision, and concentrated wholeheartedly on the acupuncture.

Half an hour later.

All needling was completed.

Nan Yu slumped into the chair, soaked as if she had been pulled out of water, exhausted.

She tiredly turned her head towards the increasingly better-looking Duan Zhu, her eyebrows slightly curved, a smile peeking from under her mask.

Fortunately, she had not delayed the treatment.

Li Chongbai looked at the teetering Nan Yu, about to faint at any moment, and felt a wave of pity.

He stepped forward, pressing down on Nan Yu’s shoulder, "Yingying, go sleep on the sofa over there for a while, I will come to remove the needles later."

Nan Yu looked up at Li Chongbai, her face deathly pale and shook her head, "Uncle Li, no need, I can still hold on."

Li Chongbai felt even more pity for the child, "Then close your eyes and sleep for a while. I’ll call you in an hour, okay?"

Nan Yu still shook her head, and turned her gaze towards Duan Zhu on the hospital bed, "I can’t sleep."

Her body was very tired, but her spirit was not tired at all.

Li Chongbai saw the pinholes on the back of her hand, turned green, with dried blood on them, clearly due to improper handling when she removed the needles.

He immediately envisioned Nan Yu coming to perform acupuncture for Duan Zhu, disregarding her own health, and pulling out the needles herself to come here.

His eyes filled with sorrow, he grabbed Nan Yu’s hand, "Let me take your pulse."

Nan Yu tried to pull her hand back, but Li Chongbai firmly held onto her wrist, making it impossible for her to retract it.

She looked up and met Li Chongbai’s stern eyes, which admitted no refusal.

"Yingying, although my medical skills aren’t as good as yours, I think they should be sufficient to treat you."

Li Chongbai said, placing two fingers on Nan Yu’s wrist to feel her pulse.