Chapter 127 - Does Things that She Dislikes on Purpose
Chapter 127: Does Things that She Dislikes on Purpose
Gu Mang took the phone from Qin Yaozhi expressionlessly and placed it back in her pocket.
Qin Yaozhi could not part with it. With her fingers retracted and unable to resist, she asked, “Can you send me the video?”
“Sure,” Gu Mang replied insipidly as she calmly removed the acupuncture needles from her bag. “But first I have to treat you. Give me your hand.”
Qin Yaozhi stretched her hand out instantly. “Do it fast and send me the MV once you’re done.”
Gu Mang raised her eyebrow, a sinister and chilly aura surrounding her. Qin Yaozhi’s symptoms were obvious and psychological factors had the greatest effect on them. In a bid to make Mrs. Qin happy, she had studied diligently and yet her mother demanded more from her while poking her nose into all her daughter’s affairs.
She no longer wished to be an obedient daughter to her mother. She would do things that Mrs. Qin disliked on purpose. From burning the midnight oil to play games to the point of suffering from persistent insomnia to indulging in pleasure-seeking, she did everything except study.
This directly upset her body cycles and caused endocrine dyscrasia, causing her to stop menstruating for half a year. In western medicine this was called secondary amenorrhea. There was no point in consuming so much progesterone if it caused her health to worsen.
Her face had yellow spots on it and her temperament became crankier.
Gu Mang pressed her pale fingers on Qin Yaozhi’s pulse and she noted that Qin Yaozhi’s hand was cold. She had a deep and taut pulse and there were signs of blood stasis and vital energy retardation.
Five minutes later she let go of her wrist. “Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.”
Qin Yaozhi was taken aback. “What do you want?”
Gu Mang shot her an indifferent glance and gave a compendious reply. “Acupuncture.”
Her fingers moved slightly as she unbuttoned the acupuncture bag and unrolled it with one hand. The row of needles appeared right before Qin Yaozhi’s eyes.
Frowning, Qin Yaozhi’s eyelashes shuddered and fear filled her eyes. “Can I just take the medicine? I tend to faint during acupuncture treatments.”
Gu Mang was expressionless as she sterilized the needles. “This is medicine too.”
Qin Yaozhi was speechless.
After sterilizing, Gu Mang turned around to see that the girl still had not removed her clothes. Gu Mang’s eyes became dark. She took her phone out of her pocket and waved it. “Do you still want the MV?”
The look of reluctance on the girl’s face vanished into thin air and she quickly took off her clothes. Obediently, she laid down on the bed in silence just like a corpse lacking a white cloth to cover it.
Gu Mang raised an eyebrow. Her eyes casually drifted to Qin Yaozhi’s arms and she frowned.
She could make out several light but faint scars criss-crossing on her bony arms. She had suicidal tendencies. Her eyes darkened for a couple of seconds before she retracted her gaze and performed the acupuncture treatment.
Zhongji, taichong, sanyinjiao, hangu and guilai acupuncture points. Purgation and needle manipulation. Ultimately, she performed bloodletting on the dazhui and hemei acupuncture points.
Every action was swift and steady, reflecting her skill.
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Qin Rui and Mrs. Qin were waiting outside Qin Yaozhi’s room. They became more anxious as time passed and started pacing back and forth outside the door.
Why is it taking so long?
After approximately two hours the door opened from inside and Gu Mang walked out.
Qin Rui immediately approached her. “Ms. Gu, how is it?”
Mrs. Qin stared nervously at Gu Mang, anxiety in her eyes.
“Head downstairs,” Gu Mang said tepidly as she slung her backpack on one shoulder and walked downstairs with her hands in her pockets.
Qin Rui followed closely behind.
Mrs. Qin took a glance in the room and pursed her lips when she saw Qin Yaozhi learning to dance to the video that was playing on the television. Her eyes darkened.
She could not clearly capture the faces of the man and woman in the video but the dancing style seemed similar to that of Sheng Ting who her daughter was fond of.
Gu Mang paused in her footsteps and looked at Mrs. Qin who was at the room’s entrance. Her eyes were cold as she said icily, “Mrs. Qin, Qin Yaozhi is already 16-years old. She has her own mind and isn’t a puppet.”
Mrs. Qin’s face changed as she closed the door and headed downstairs with Gu Mang.