The pulse beneath her fingers felt tight and rough, not flowing smoothly—a classic sign that the heart’s qi and blood were obstructed, causing poor circulation.
Su Xiaowan quickly loosened Tang mother’s clothes and began rhythmically tapping under her armpits.
This wasn’t the method of Western emergency medicine; it was a unique TCM rescue technique.
Striking this area could help open the blood vessels and promote the flow of qi and blood.
Lu Hanzhou noticed how professional her movements were, his gaze shifting from doubt to surprise—she actually knew traditional Chinese medicine?
Su Xiaowan didn’t stop her hands and turned to Tang Wenxi. “Press her Renzhong acupoint quickly.”
Stimulating the Renzhong point could help the blood flow, sending more oxygen to the brain.
Tang Wenxi froze, unsure what to do.
Her mind was a whirlwind: this was nothing like her previous life.
In the last life, she had been close to Lu Hanzhou but had despised his injured leg and ended up marrying the town principal’s son—who turned out to be abusive.
Reborn, she now knew that Lu Hanzhou’s leg could heal, that he could return to the army, accomplish great deeds, and become a powerful figure.
Meanwhile, Bai Fulin, the educated youth sent to the countryside, came from a well-connected family in the provincial capital and would also rise to prominence in the future.
This time, she intended to carefully manage her relationships with both men.
She planned to cultivate their connections and eventually choose one as her future husband.
She was determined to change the tragic ending of her previous life.
Unfortunately, she was a bit late this time. Lu Hanzhou was already distant from her, and he was now married to Su Xiaowan.
She couldn’t help thinking that if she had been reborn before his marriage, she would have never let him marry Su Xiaowan.
Now, she needed a valid reason to repair her relationship with Lu Hanzhou.
Her mother’s sudden heart attack today had actually been anticipated.
That’s why she deliberately sought Lu Hanzhou’s help—she knew he had learned first aid in the army.
This way, she could “repay his kindness” and naturally grow closer to him.
But she never expected Su Xiaowan to follow along!
According to the events of her last life, Su Xiaowan should have already divorced Lu Hanzhou by now.
Why was she here instead, so eager to save Tang mother?
Just as Tang Wenxi was lost in thought, Lu Hanzhou stepped next to Su Xiaowan and pressed on Tang mother’s Renzhong point.
Tang Wenxi snapped back to reality and hurriedly said, “Xiaoxiao, does… your method really work? Shouldn’t we just do proper CPR?”
Her heart leapt.
Is this Su Xiaowan just messing around?
Tang Wenxi knew that saving a heart attack patient was a race against time. She could hardly relax while her mother’s life hung in the balance.
She hadn’t expected Lu Hanzhou to so readily go along with Su Xiaowan’s approach.
Su Xiaowan paid no attention to him. Her hands didn’t stop.
She pounded Tang mother’s back repeatedly, until the congestion in her chest finally released, and Tang mother could breathe more easily.
Everyone was stunned—Su Xiaowan had actually saved her!
After all that forceful tapping of the acupoints, Su Xiaowan was exhausted.
She checked Tang mother’s pulse again, now steady, and finally felt relief.
She tried to stand, but her legs were numb; her body swayed, almost falling.
Lu Hanzhou immediately caught her.
A faint sweet fragrance drifted over—delicate and pleasant.
She was so light and soft that he didn’t dare exert force, afraid of accidentally hurting her.
Su Xiaowan hadn’t expected him to support her either.
She leaned into him, using his strength to stabilize herself.
Then she whispered, “Husband, I’m exhausted from saving her. I feel weak all over. Let’s go home and rest.”
At the same time, she remembered her earlier plan with Lu Hanzhou.
Tonight, she had intended to get him into bed.
“Alright.”
Lu Hanzhou said and began leading her home.
Tang Wenxi only now regained her senses and hurried forward. “Hanzhou, Xiaowan, thank you so much for saving my mom!”
Hearing the voice, Su Xiaowan turned to Tang Wenxi.
This was her first time meeting the book’s heroine in person.
Tang Wenxi was exactly as described: gentle and refined, hair braided into two neat plaits, with large, bright eyes that sparkled under the light.
Though not breathtakingly beautiful, her entire presence felt warm and pleasant.
“You’re welcome. Auntie just regained consciousness, so you must take good care of her. She needs rest—the main reason she collapsed was overexertion,” Su Xiaowan earnestly advised Tang Wenxi.
The old Su Xiaowan would have treated Tang Wenxi as a rival, jealous of the attention she received, and caused her plenty of trouble.
But now, it was different. She had no intention of getting involved with this heroine.
Lu Hanzhou, seeing Su Xiaowan speak calmly and kindly to Tang Wenxi, felt a twinge of surprise.
She was truly trying to change.
The Tang family was also shocked at her transformation.
Tang Chengdong watched Su Xiaowan genuinely save his mother without a word. He felt a pang of relief, thankful he hadn’t tried to stop her.
Tang Wenxi looked at Su Xiaowan and felt she had changed, even seeming somewhat out of place.
Not only hadn’t Su Xiaowan divorced Lu Hanzhou, but she now seemed unusually attentive toward him.
Previously, she had always chased after Bai Fulin and ignored Lu Hanzhou.
Could it be… this Su Xiaowan had also been reborn?
Tang Wenxi couldn’t help but cautiously ask, “Xiaoxiao, I thought you didn’t like me, but you just saved my mom—you’re really kind.”
Her face held a gentle smile, yet Su Xiaowan could detect a hidden meaning.
Of course, Su Xiaowan understood what Tang Wenxi was thinking—but she didn’t care.
She knew that for Tang Wenxi, this world was entirely different from her previous life.
The Tang Wenxi in the novel would have exploited anyone to achieve her goals.
But Su Xiaowan’s possessiveness was strong.
Now that she was Lu Hanzhou’s wife, she would never give him to anyone.
She couldn’t tell anyone she was a transmigrator, so she responded lightly, “I was immature before and made many mistakes. But now I understand—I truly love Hanzhou and want to live a good life with him.”
Her words left the Tang family stunned.
Tang Wenxi, seeing Su Xiaowan’s sweet smile and the way she leaned lightly against Lu Hanzhou, felt even more perplexed.
Back at home, Zhang Meiju and Lu Yanxi came out of the house, asking about Lu Hanzhou.
“Brother, how’s Auntie Tang? Is she okay?” Lu Yanxi asked eagerly.
“She’s fine,” Lu Hanzhou replied.
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Su Xiaowan.
This woman in front of him—he could understand her less and less.
When did she learn medicine?
Lu Hanzhou realized he might never have truly known her.
“She went too? Could it be she’s causing trouble for Wenxi again?” Lu Yanxi frowned at Su Xiaowan, her tone sharp.
Su Xiaowan remembered how, in the past, the original version of herself had bullied Tang Wenxi out of jealousy.
Whenever she saw Tang Wenxi, she would taunt her: “A country bumpkin, nothing special about her looks, yet so charming she has men around her.”
Even when Tang Wenxi came to see Lu Hanzhou, she would interfere, forbidding him from getting close to her.
That was why Tang Chengdong had reacted so strongly when Su Xiaowan wanted to save his mother.
Lu Yanxi, who was close to Tang Wenxi, naturally disliked Su Xiaowan even more.
Lu Hanzhou glanced at his sister calmly. “Your sister-in-law went to save someone’s life.”