A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

‘How could anything happen.”

Wen Xin lazily glanced at Sun Ning and placed her fingers on You Su’s wrist, seriously taking her pulse.

About a minute later, Wen Xin removed her fingers from You Su’s wrist and looked at Sun Ning, her eyebrows slightly raised, “She’s about to wake up.”

As soon as Wen Xin finished speaking, she removed the remaining silver needle from You Su’s head.

At that moment, Wen Xin began to silently count in her mind, calculating that within one minute, You Su should be waking up.

When Wen Xin counted to 35, You Su’s eyelashes slightly fluttered, and Sun Ning looked at Wen Xin, surprised; he had not expected the effects of acupuncture to be so pronounced—this was virtually instantaneous…

Seeing Sun Ning’s astonished look, Wen Xin showed little expression. This result seemed somewhat unsatisfactory to her; Wen Xin still felt it was a bit slow.

Just as Wen Xin and Sun Ning were about to say something, they suddenly heard a husky voice behind them. They turned around in surprise to see You Su had already opened her eyes.

“She’s awake, she’s awake…” Sun Ning was somewhat excited, he grabbed Wen Xin’s wrist and jumped slightly.

His excitement was somewhat exaggerated, feeling as though he had witnessed a miracle, completely unbelievable that Wen Xin’s acupuncture could yield such effects.

Wen Xin watched Sun Ning dance around excitedly and made a shushing gesture to him, then started to examine You Su.

An hour later, upon hearing the news of You Su’s awakening, Luo Qiete hurried over from outside, but he stood just outside the doorway, lacking the courage to step directly into the hospital room.

After examining You Su, and confirming that she indeed had woken up, Wen Xin spoke briefly with a few doctors beside her before turning to look at Luo Qiete, who was standing at the door.

“Come in and see, your mother has awakened. She is recovering nicely at the moment and won’t be long before she can be moved to a regular ward.”

Wen Xin’s voice was rather cool, but it gave a very stabilizing feeling, bringing Luo Qiete a sense of reassurance after listening.

Luo Qiete walked slowly from the outside to You Su’s bedside, watching her eyes eagerly looking at him, as if she had a lot to say to him.

“She can’t talk now, but you can speak to her, she understands everything. With a bit more treatment she will be able to talk.”

Wen Xin watched the eye contact between Luo Qiete and You Su, knowing they must have something to say to each other, Wen Xin had no interest in listening in on their secrets.

She gently tugged on Sun Ning’s sleeve with her finger, signaling him to leave with her.

After Wen Xin and Sun Ning left, Luo Qiete sat down on the chair beside You Su’s bed. He didn’t try to touch You Su, only gave her a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry, you have already undergone surgery, and all the shrapnel in your brain has been removed; there is no longer any danger. Now, you must follow the doctor’s treatment closely and not waste my efforts.”

No one would know the dreadful price Luo Qiete had paid to find a divine doctor for You Su. Over the past week, he felt as if the mature pressures had returned to the time when he first seized power.

Those people had no humanity; if they couldn’t have him, they just wanted to destroy him, but he wouldn’t give them the chance.

Wen Xin, carrying a backpack, came out of You Su’s hospital room, with Sun Ning following behind, curiously eyeing the backpack in Wen Xin’s hand.

“Little princess, your acupuncture seems quite miraculous. The last time I saw you save Mu Chengxi, you also used acupuncture techniques. Can I learn this?”

“You can’t learn it.” Wen Xin looked at Sun Ning coldly, pushed open the office door, and walked straight in, sitting down at her desk.

Not giving up, Sun Ning watched Wen Xin, walked over to the opposite side, pulled a chair, and sat across from Wen Xin. He was very interested in acupuncture and wanted to study it further.

“Little princess…”

“When I say you can’t learn it, it means you can’t. Dithering about it won’t help. If you have that time, better study You Su’s treatment plan thoroughly, end the treatment quickly so you can go back sooner; your laboratory rats are waiting for you.”

After speaking to Sun Ning, Wen Xin flashed a mischievous smile. She had discovered the joy of enslaving Sun Ning and had to admit that Sun Ning’s medical arts were indeed good, often offering unique insights into medical conditions, sometimes even more targeted than Wen Xin’s own.

Thus, Wen Xin naturally slacked off, and now she didn’t even want to make a systematic treatment plan. She felt that with Sun Ning around, everything else could be handled by him.

Enslaved Sun Ning, upon hearing her, twitched the corner of his mouth imperceptibly, stood up, and went back to his workstation to start working earnestly.

He couldn’t deny that Wen Xin was right; he really needed to go back soon. It had been almost ten days since he had left, and if he didn’t return soon, he would have to reculture all those experimental data.

Wen Xin, watching Sun Ning’s obedient, unobjecting behavior, curled her lips and chuckled lightly. At that moment, her phone vibrated.

Pulling out her phone, Wen Xin glanced at a message from Tan Xingyue about her participation in another piano competition.

Seeing the background of the photo Tan Xingyue sent, Wen Xin’s eyebrows involuntarily raised. She developed a slight interest in the sponsor of this piano competition, the Kunshan Group, a name she thought she had heard somewhere before.

Wen Xin put down her phone, opened her laptop in front of her, and casually typed out a string of code before entering the name “Kunshan Group.” Wen Xin wanted to investigate information about the Kunshan Group.

But when Wen Xin pressed the enter key, her computer showed no information about the Kunshan Group, a result she hadn’t anticipated.

Wen Xin looked at the blank screen, lounging lazily in her office chair, her brows unconsciously furrowing together. It was the first time she encountered such a situation, which she found very odd.

Picking up her phone from the desk, Wen Xin thought to call Liang Luoyu, whom she had heard had returned to Beijing from F State yesterday. Regarding the Kunshan Group, Liang Luoyu might have some knowledge.

This kind of company, elusive in details, indeed spiked Wen Xin’s interest, but she didn’t want to exhaust herself investigating, so asking someone directly was the simplest method.