Shen Che’s gaze was focused and unwavering, as if the world around him had faded away, leaving only Su Linyi—who was in urgent need of treatment—in his sight. His eyes stayed locked on the silver needles in his hand, and every insertion was precise and forceful, as though he was silently battling the illness itself.
As time passed, fewer and fewer silver needles remained in the box. Each needle he inserted carried with it his hope and determination to heal Su Linyi. When the final needle pierced the most critical acupoint in her body, Shen Che slowly let out a deep breath, and the tense nerves throughout his body finally relaxed.
At that moment, he knew—this difficult treatment had temporarily come to an end.
Recalling the events of the original novel, Ye Feng had only treated Su Linyi much later, but now, Shen Che had intervened several days earlier.
After Shen Che’s flawless and nearly artistic acupuncture session, something miraculous happened—Su Linyi’s previously lifeless, frozen left hand actually moved.
Her index finger, like a spirit awakening after a long slumber, trembled slightly. Though the motion was barely noticeable, it was like a ray of dawn piercing through the darkness, bringing immense surprise and hope to everyone present.
Su Linyi’s mother had been nervously watching by the side the entire time, her eyes fixed on her daughter without missing the slightest change. The moment Shen Che finished, she keenly noticed the faint twitch of her daughter’s finger.
In an instant, her eyes lit up with joy, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Her voice trembled with excitement as she cried, “It moved! It moved! Linyi, look!”
To cure her daughter’s illness, Su Linyi’s mother had suffered through every imaginable hardship. Over the years, she had exhausted their savings, taken on massive debt, traveled constantly, and accepted donations—visiting almost every renowned hospital in the country.
But all they received was disappointment—no doctor could offer even the faintest hope of recovery, let alone improvement.
And yet, who could have imagined that with just one acupuncture treatment from this Young Master Shen, her daughter’s long-paralyzed finger actually moved.
This seemingly simple movement carried all of her years of longing and was nothing short of a miracle.
Under Young Master Shen’s skillful hands, her daughter’s condition had finally seen a turning point. Deep inside, Su Linyi’s mother silently swore to herself that she would one day repay this kindness.
Su Linyi herself had been intensely watching her right hand, fully focused, not daring to blink. Just moments ago, she had clearly felt it—the index finger moved.
This tiny action was like a beam of light cutting through years of despair. For her, this terrifying disease—ALS—had been a shadow trailing her every step, robbing her of control, plunging her into endless hopelessness and fear.
But now, this man before her, using his incredible skill, had torn open a corner of that darkness, allowing hope to shine through.
Her heart brimmed with joy and excitement, stronger than anyone else could ever imagine.
“Yes, Mom,” Su Linyi turned to her mother, tears of excitement shimmering in her eyes, her voice trembling slightly, “I can feel warmth in my index finger now… it really feels better!”
Shen Che quietly listened to their emotional words. A gentle smile slowly appeared on his face, as warm as the spring sun. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze soft as he looked at Su Linyi and said softly, “Really? That’s wonderful, Miss Su.”
He paused, confidence gleaming in his eyes as he continued, “Earlier, I said I was about sixty percent sure I could treat your illness. But after seeing your body’s reaction and your feelings just now, I’m now one hundred percent certain. This condition can definitely be cured.”
Shen Che knew clearly—in the original novel, Ye Feng needed two sessions to achieve this effect. Yet with only one treatment, Shen Che had already exceeded that result. It was undeniable proof that his medical skill was superior.
At this thought, Shen Che couldn’t help feeling a bit smug inside. As expected, anything from the system was top-notch.
With the first treatment complete, Shen Che began carefully and patiently removing the silver needles from Su Linyi’s body. Within a few minutes, he had removed them all.
Su Linyi gazed at the close-up Shen Che with not a hint of discomfort. On the contrary, her heart raced wildly, like a little deer darting around inside her chest.
Her gaze toward Shen Che grew softer, filled with goodwill that spread like vines in springtime. Her gratitude bloomed like layers of petals, becoming more intense with each passing second.
Unconsciously, feelings had begun to quietly take root in her heart.
Her eyes glistened, filled with touched emotion. Her voice was gentle and carried a trace of inescapable gratitude as she said, “That’s truly wonderful. I don’t even know how to thank you, Young Master Shen.”
Su Linyi’s mother was equally full of gratitude—this kindness could not be put into words. First, Shen Che had saved them from those gangsters, and now, her daughter’s ALS had shown signs of improvement.
“A simple matter,” Shen Che replied modestly with a warm smile and a wave of his hand. Then his expression grew serious as he looked at Su Linyi and added, “Miss Su, in fact, I can completely cure your condition, but it will take over ten treatment sessions and roughly ten days.” Find the original chapter at novelping(.)com.
“So I plan to arrange for you to be admitted to a hospital. I’ll come by each day to give you acupuncture. After about ten days or so, we should be able to fully cure it.”
Every word Shen Che said was true. Su Linyi’s condition had been dormant for a long time and was especially complex. Even with his [Intermediate Medical Technique], it would require consistent daily acupuncture and time to fully recover.
In contrast, in the original story, Ye Feng delayed treatment for half a year just to pursue Su Linyi. Compared to that, Shen Che—the so-called villain—was acting far more like a healer with a kind heart.
Upon hearing that he wanted to arrange her hospital admission for treatment, Su Linyi gently nodded. Her cherry-like lips parted slightly as she softly said, “I’ll follow whatever you say, Young Master Shen.”
“Alright then, I’ll go make a call and arrange the room,” Shen Che said with a slight smile that gave off a reassuring warmth. He turned and left the room, walked a short distance away, then took out his phone and dialed a number.
“Hello, what is it?”
A cold, emotionless voice came from the other end—it was his reluctant fiancée, Xu Qiuchi.
“Miss Xu, I have a friend who needs hospitalization. I’ll be coming to your family’s hospital shortly,” Shen Che said calmly and methodically. “Please help inform Grandpa Xu and ask him to arrange a room.”
“Okay. Got it.”
Xu Qiuchi’s reply was just as icy, and as soon as she finished speaking, she hung up without hesitation.
Looking at the now-ended call screen, Shen Che’s expression remained calm and unaffected. He sighed inwardly and thought, “As expected, that’s just how she is.”
Xu Qiuchi was always cold and distant, sparing with words, and especially indifferent toward him, the former ‘obsessed suitor.’
Their communication was always brief, distant, and utterly devoid of warmth.
After that, Shen Che called his bodyguard, gave him the address, and specifically instructed him to bring a car with a spacious backseat so Su Linyi could lie down comfortably.
Once everything was arranged, Shen Che returned to the room with a light step, his face warm and composed. Looking at the Su mother and daughter, he said, “Aunt, Miss Su, the hospital room has been arranged. My people will come soon to pick up Miss Su.”
“From here on, focus on the treatment. You’ll recover in no time.”