Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 103 - 101: The Healthier the Qi

Suppressing the urge to remove the needles, Madam Rong faced the hardest decision of her life ... and did not step forward.

She even thought to herself that she must not let outsiders know that her daughter was using needles.

Once the old man’s funeral was over, she would have her daughter return to the village quickly, never to come back again in this lifetime.

Oh, the more she thought about it, the more her heart ached in spasms.

It only took five minutes, but it felt like decades to her.

It was extremely painful.

Rong Yan finished the acupuncture, "Mom, it’s done. Dad’s pulse is stable now, and he will sleep well tonight. Tomorrow morning, I’ll do it again."

Madam Rong: ...

Another session?

"Are you sure your dad isn’t gasping for air ... but is rather asleep?"

She dared not go forward to check.

Such an act by her daughter ... if it were ancient times, it would be considered patricide!

Since she was young, she had been too lenient with her.

Otherwise, how could she have dared to do such a bold thing?

Oh, the severe heartache, if possible, the old man should just take her with him.

Rong Yan, speechless, "Why don’t you come and feel for yourself?"

Madam Rong: ...

By all means, she should be punishing her right there.

But she still couldn’t bear to do it.

She sighed deeply, what a sin.

Old man, may your journey be smooth. Your daughter didn’t mean it; she must have been unable to stand seeing you suffer here, so she sent you early to reunite with our ancestors.

You’ve pampered your daughter for most of your life; you wouldn’t hold this against her, right?

She stepped forward and checked his nose ... her eyes suddenly widened.

"Your Dad is still alive?"

Rong Yan: ...

She almost rolled her eyes.

"What are you thinking? Am I that vicious? Of course, Dad is alive, and you should trust your daughter ... I’m really super skilled."

Seeing that shocked, incredulous look that made her doubt her own life,

She quickly added, "I met a super skilled recluse Divine Doctor who taught me these medical techniques. If you still don’t believe, let me take your pulse ..."

Madam Rong immediately and decisively stretched out her hand, "Go ahead!"

Rong Yan: ...

It seemed, it was time to showcase her skills, and she placed her hand on that wrist worn down from years of labor.

"... You’ve been having severe insomnia lately..."

Madam Rong rolled her eyes, "Isn’t that obvious? With your dad like this, how can I sleep well?"

Her husband and her never had arguments, and now her husband was about to leave her at not too old an age; who could understand this sorrow?

To be honest, she had even thought of dying.

Rong Yan continued, "Your appetite isn’t good..."

Madam Rong’s blood pressure soared again, "If I ate heartily, your dad wouldn’t have waited for you."

She would have been dead from anger much earlier.

This just made her think that her daughter was spouting nonsense.

The old man still breathes, purely because God wants to let him live another day.

After all, if King Yan dictates you to die at midnight, you can’t go checking in earlier.

Wouldn’t that disgrace King Yan?

Rong Yan looked at her own mother and felt a special warmth; seeing her so vivid five years after her death, she hadn’t seen such a lively expression ever again. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"These days, have you been experiencing intermittent heart palpitations and sometimes even headaches?"

This hit the mark, making Madam Rong finally look at her seriously.

"You, did you really learn it?"

These past few days, she had been having this problem, sometimes feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if her whole heart was clenched in one spot.

She initially thought it was because she was too sad.

Rong Yan sighed, "Of course it’s true. Do I need to lie to you about this? If I didn’t have some skills, I would not dare to carelessly stick needles in my dad. He is, after all, my own father."

Madam Rong: ...

Rong Yan spoke again, "I have a talent in this area, and I really became skilled, the extremely capable kind."

Madam Rong looked at her.

"You’ve indeed changed a lot. You used to study... and had a good head on your shoulders, but a genius... I really didn’t see that."

Going to the countryside could even make someone’s brain smarter?

If that were really possible, then she should have sent her off to the countryside much earlier.

Rong Yan: ...

"Anyway, believe it or not, the fact is my medical skills are pretty good. Tomorrow, I’ll give you acupuncture as well. Otherwise, you might end up having a heart attack one day, and that would be too late."

Madam Rong was once again angered... She couldn’t keep this daughter anymore.

"I don’t want acupuncture..."

One needle is not enough, but two instead.

Can’t the whole family stop messing around, right?

Of course, even more so to not mess around with others.

"That won’t do." Rong Yan held back, "Through my treatment, my dad will definitely not die. He’s young now, and if you’re gone, then if my dad finds someone else... wouldn’t you be furious from underneath the ground?"

Madam Rong: ...

She didn’t need to wait for later; she was about to die from anger now, killed by this damned girl.

She reached out and pinched Rong Yan’s arm... Alright, in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh.

"You can shut up! Those two years in the countryside really sharpened your tongue." You were never this chatty before.

Rong Yan chuckled a bit, feeling that it was not stimulating enough, and continued:

"As the saying goes, having a stepmother means you will have a stepfather, and then wouldn’t I become a poor little thing? No one would love or care for me then, wouldn’t you be heartbroken from underneath the ground?"

Madam Rong: ...

No, your mother won’t feel sad because she wants to strangle you right now.

Feeling she had done enough, Rong Yan smiled and put an arm around her mother’s shoulder.

"Alright, when you’re ill you need treatment, don’t be embarrassed or avoid doctors. Believe in your daughter, I’ll definitely make sure you live to a hundred years old, and you’ll be able to stay with my dad for the rest of your life, not giving a chance to any other old woman."

Madam Rong: ...

What kind of place was she living in?

How had they turned her well-behaved daughter into this?

The joy of reunion was gone; she briskly brushed off the hand resting on her shoulder and said unhappily, "Go and eat your noodles now."

Don’t stay here and irritate her anymore.

"Sure." Rong Yan smiled and walked out.

She wasn’t hungry originally, but she was making space for the couple.

Upon exiting, she saw Qin Yu sitting there, the empty bowl indicating he had finished eating.

"Want more? I can get you another bowl of noodles."

Seeing his sister-in-law come out, Qin Yu’s tense nerves relaxed a lot.

He quickly shook his head, "No."

Then he hesitated for a moment before asking, "My uncle’s health is alright?"

Rong Yan: "He’s fine, asleep now. Come and check on him tomorrow."

Upon hearing there was no issue, Qin Yu relaxed as well.

Rong Yan went to wash her hands outside, then sat down to eat noodles.

When she was done, she noticed Qin Yu still looked uneasy, so she said, "You don’t need to be so tense. You’ve met my mom, she’s nice and easy to get along with, and my dad is even easier to get along with than her."

Her dad was a bit too honest, not like her modern biological father, who was a cunning old fox.

Still, regardless of their personalities, they made her feel kinship.

This feeling of reclaiming what was once lost... she thought about it and realized she had to thank the ’God of Transmigration’.