A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Outside Old Master Ling’s hospital room, many people were standing in the hallway. Some of them surrounded a doctor in a white coat, seemingly inquiring about Old Master Ling’s condition.

Wen Xin also stopped to listen to what the doctor said about Old Master Ling’s health, to prepare herself mentally.

“Old Master Ling’s condition is not very good. It may be due to emotional fluctuations, which have affected his cardiopulmonary function and cerebral blood supply!”

“Furthermore, as Old Master Ling has just recovered from a serious illness, we still need to consider the condition of the elderly. After all, his age doesn’t lie, and even a complete recovery can’t return him to his previous state.”

The doctor spoke tactfully, but anyone with knowledge could tell that what he meant was that Old Master Ling had entered the terminal stage of life and continuing to resist wouldn’t lead to recovery.

Ling Yichen looked at Wen Xin standing by the door, raised his hand, and gently tugged at her sleeve, signaling that she didn’t need to listen to the doctors and that entering to see the situation herself would be more accurate.

Wen Xin followed Ling Yichen into Old Master Ling’s hospital room, where she found Old Master Ling’s son. His eyes brightened upon seeing Wen Xin, and he immediately rose to greet her.

“Miss Wen…”

“Mister Ling,” Wen Xin nodded slightly to Ling Xu ‘Er’s father. Though her demeanor was aloof, there was no sense of estrangement, as if greeting a familiar acquaintance.

“Miss Wen, my grandfather complained of feeling unwell after lunch today. He first mentioned dizziness and later chest tightness. We tried to convince him to go to the hospital, but he refused, saying he just needed to rest.”

“By evening, when the butler went to call him down for dinner, his condition seemed off, so we immediately brought him to the hospital… He is still unconscious.”

“Let me see.”

Wen Xin took out a disinfectant wipe from her backpack, walked over to Old Master Ling, gently placed her slender, fair fingers on his wrist, closed her eyes slowly, and began to feel for his pulse.

While Wen Xin was diagnosing Old Master Ling, everyone present held their breath, not daring to disturb her.

About ten minutes later, Wen Xin opened her eyes and removed her fingers from Old Master Ling’s wrist. She stood up, grabbed her casually thrown backpack from the couch, and took out three medical silver needles, returning to Old Master Ling’s side.

“After a major surgery, the old man indeed hasn’t recovered well. I will prescribe a formula in a bit, and you can go to Master Zhuge’s clinic to get the medicine. Have him prepare it into pills.”

“Then give Old Master Ling one pill a day, placed under his tongue, one pill per day. Within a week, you’ll see a noticeable improvement in his complexion.”

Wen Xin, with the needles in hand, gently inserted them into the top of Old Master Ling’s head and his chest.

“Old Master Ling has probably been over-supplemented recently, causing a stagnation of qi and blood in his body, but the situation is not so severe.”

Wen Xin took a notebook out of her backpack, wrote a prescription, and casually handed it to Ling Yichen standing by.

Looking at the prescription Wen Xin had handed him, Ling Yichen suddenly remembered something Mu Chengxi had joked about before, “I heard this prescription is worth hundreds of thousands? I’ll transfer it to you via WeChat in a bit.”

“No need, just consider it as your compensation for asking Mister Ling to bring Tan Xingyue out of Tianlang Base,” Wen Xin said.

It was not the first time Ling Yichen had brought Tan Xingyue out of Tianlang Base. Wen Xin had always wanted to thank him in person but had never had the opportunity. This time was a perfect occasion to express her gratitude for his help.

Thinking back to the events at Tianlang Base, Ling Yichen smiled faintly, “Shouldn’t Liang Luoyu be the one to repay me for that favor? At that time, Liang Luoyu was so desperate he would have given his life to me, pleading for me to bring Miss Tan out.”

“He is him, I am me. You helped Tan Xingyue, and I owe you a favor,” she retorted.

After saying this, Wen Xin smiled faintly. She couldn’t intervene in Liang Luoyu’s matters, but since he managed to bring Tan Xingyue out, she was determined to owe him a favor and would wholeheartedly treat Old Master Ling’s illness.

Wen Xin glanced at the time on her wrist. It was exactly fifteen minutes. She walked over to Old Master Ling and removed the silver needles from his body.

About two minutes later, Old Master Ling suddenly coughed a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

“Grandpa… Dad… Are you all right?”

Seeing that Old Master Ling had regained consciousness, everyone in the room crowded around him. Only Ling Yichen stood still by the sofa, quietly watching Wen Xin as she organized her bag.

“Thank you so much!”

“No need for thanks. After taking my medicine, you can completely stop all the tonics. I will speak with Zhuge Jingming about this, and have him come once a week to perform acupuncture on Old Master Ling to activate his blood circulation. Grandma Mu is doing well now; half of the credit goes to Master Zhuge,” she explained.

Upon hearing about Old Madam Mu, Ling Yichen nodded in agreement. He had witnessed firsthand the precarious state Old Madam Mu was in back then, the situation teetering on the brink of life and death.

And now, the fact that Old Madam Mu had recovered so well was unexpected for everyone.

“With you and Master Zhuge treating my grandfather, I believe he too can recover well,” he said.

Wen Xin’s words seemed to reassure Ling Yichen who had always been worried about Old Master Ling’s health.

“Don’t worry. The old gentleman has a strong constitution. Just take my prescription to Zhuge Jingming and have him prepare two weeks’ worth of pills. After two weeks, I’ll come to check Old Master Ling’s pulse and adjust the prescription. I guarantee by the New Year, Old Master Ling will be able to join you in playing Mahjong,” she declared.

Wen Xin had heard from Mu Chengxi that Old Master Ling’s biggest hobby was playing Mahjong. Unfortunately, due to his ill health over the past couple of years, he had not played for a long time.

Thinking about this, Wen Xin suddenly had a special idea: if Old Madam Mu, Old Master Ling, Old Mr. Ou, and Wei’s elder were all sent to a sanatorium for recuperation, it would be wonderful for them to play Mahjong together.

“Thank you, Miss Wen,” he said.

While Ling Yichen and Wen Xin were speaking, a very resolute middle-aged man emerged from the crowd, approached Wen Xin, and thanked her.

Wen Xin looked at the man in front of her, momentarily stunned, her cool expression slightly hesitant. Then she turned her head to look towards Ling Yichen.

“Let me introduce you—this is my father.”

Wen Xin looked at the upright man before her and nodded slightly. “I should address you as Uncle Ling, right…?”