My Silly, Sweet Wife

John frowned, looked carefully at Li Bao’s pupils, and let out a long sigh: ”Ruoxuan, if it was a few days earlier, I might have been able to treat him, but now...”

”Ah?” Li Ruoxuan’s complexion changed instantly upon hearing this, grabbing John’s arm, she said excitedly: ”Professor, you can’t do anything?”

John shook his head helplessly and said: ”Ruoxuan, I have been practicing medicine for nearly fifty years, and have treated countless difficult and complicated diseases, but your brother’s condition is too rare. Not sleeping for three days and nights and still being so energetic is simply a miracle. However, it currently shows no symptoms, but once it erupts, it might lead to sudden death.”

”What?” Li Ruoxuan’s face was full of despair.

Originally, she was confident, feeling that with Professor John around, her brother’s illness wouldn’t be a problem.

But now even Professor John was at a loss, Li Ruoxuan felt as if her world was collapsing: ”Does this mean my brother can only wait for death?”

As she spoke, Li Ruoxuan’s tears started to roll out uncontrollably.

Li Bao also had a glimmer of hope in his heart, but after hearing Professor John’s words, his face darkened, and he comforted: ”Xuanxuan, in many people’s eyes, your brother is a bad person. I originally wanted to protect you until you found someone who could protect you before leaving in peace, but now, your brother probably...”

Li Bao’s eyes also involuntarily turned red.

”Cough cough.” Ye Guichen couldn’t stand it anymore and lightly coughed.

Only then did the Li siblings remember Ye Guichen was still there.

”Right, Mr. Ye said he has a way.” Suddenly remembering what Ye Guichen had said earlier, Li Bao became excited again.

Li Ruoxuan, however, was not convinced: ”Brother, Professor John said there’s no way. He looks no older than I am, could he be more capable than Professor John?”

Ye Guichen ignored Li Ruoxuan and said to Li Bao, ”Take out what I asked you to prepare.”

Li Bao quickly stood up, went to the bedroom, and came out holding a small box after a while.

”What’s this?” Li Ruoxuan asked, puzzled.

Ye Guichen opened the box.

Inside was a set of silver needles of various lengths.

Li Ruoxuan laughed immediately: ”Are you saying that with these silver needles, you can cure the illness that Professor John can’t?”

John also looked incredulous: ”Yes, I’ve heard of silver needle therapy in traditional Chinese medicine, but with the progress of time, hasn’t that been eliminated? Moreover, Mr. Li’s illness is too peculiar...”

”Professor John, you come from Western medicine and don’t understand traditional Chinese medicine. Our Huaxia civilization is broad and profound, and silver needle therapy is just one aspect.” Hearing Professor John belittle traditional Chinese medicine, Ye Guichen’s tone involuntarily became cold: ”Furthermore, Huaxia’s five-thousand-year history is much longer than that of the West.”

”Haha, I would like to see what magic these silver needles have.” John couldn’t help but ridicule.

Professor John, being a leading figure in Western medicine, had encountered proponents of traditional Chinese medicine and had seen people perform needle therapy.

But those who could treat ailments were mostly old men of similar age to himself.

Looking at Ye Guichen’s age, about twenty-something, he doubted he could hold the needle steadily, let alone treat an illness.

Professor John’s eyes were full of skepticism, feeling that Ye Guichen’s arrogance at such a young age was nothing but deceit, aiming to swindle Li Bao for money.

Li Ruoxuan’s thoughts were similar to John’s, and she sneered: ”If you really can cure my brother with silver needles, not only will I call you Mr. Ye, I will also make you my teacher.”

Ye Guichen glanced at Li Ruoxuan: ”Not interested.”

”You...” Li Ruoxuan almost choked on Ye Guichen’s words, stomping her feet in anger, but when she thought of Li Bao’s impending death, her face darkened again.

”Lie down!” Ye Guichen’s words pulled Li Ruoxuan back.

Li Ruoxuan fixed her gaze on Ye Guichen.

Li Bao had already closed his eyes according to Ye Guichen’s instructions, trying to relax his whole body.

Ye Guichen took out a silver needle about 5-6 cm long and suddenly stuck it into Li Bao’s Bai Hui acupoint.

The next second, Li Bao’s head tilted, his body instantly relaxed, and he began to snore.

”This...”

It was too shocking.

Not only Li Ruoxuan, but even Professor John was completely stunned.

One needle made Li Bao fall asleep?

Li Bao had tried countless methods before, including taking large amounts of sleeping pills and sedatives, but none had worked.

”What’s going on here?” Professor John, who had been full of disdain, stood up, his previously skeptical eyes now sparkling with interest, ”Young Master, what is the principle behind this?”

Ye Guichen glanced at Professor John: ”Li Bao’s nerves are in a state of excitement, I am merely temporarily relaxing them. It is precisely this excitement that prevents him from feeling any pleasure in certain aspects. To completely cure him, this one needle is naturally not enough.”

Li Ruoxuan blushed as she heard Ye Guichen mention Li Bao’s embarrassing condition.

But now, Li Bao was indeed asleep.