“Saving people? Her? It’d be a miracle if she didn’t kill someone instead,” Lu Yanxi said, disbelief written all over her face.
“Hmm, I know a little about medicine. My mother is a doctor, so I’ve been around medical professionals a lot and learned some things,” Su Xiaowan explained.
The original owner’s family background had indeed been very good; her mother’s side were all educated people.
Although contact had been cut off in earlier years for some reason, they were gradually reconnecting now.
Hearing this, it made sense that she would know something about medicine.
Su Xiaowan knew that Lu Hanzhou had long been suspicious of her.
It was better to clear things up now—curing Lu Hanzhou’s leg, Zhang Meiju’s illness, and developing her own career would all require a legitimate identity as a cover.
She also needed to find ways to make the supplies in her space more abundant.
“You? You spend all day loafing around and you can treat people?” Lu Yanxi rolled her eyes immediately.
“If you really knew medicine, why haven’t you fixed my brother’s leg yet? Or Mom’s illness? I think you’re just pretending! Or maybe you could treat them but are deliberately dragging it out!”
“I’ve said it, I can cure them,” Su Xiaowan thought, seizing the opportunity to clarify her abilities.
“Hmph, your barefoot doctor skills? Who’d believe that?”
“Enough, Yanxi, stop talking so much,” Zhang Meiju frowned and patted her daughter’s shoulder.
“Xiaowan is still young. She only knows basic treatments. Even the top hospitals in Beijing couldn’t fix your brother’s leg, and my chronic illness hasn’t improved after seeing so many doctors over the years. Stop arguing and go back to bed.”
“I think you just got lucky, that’s all!”
“I told you, I can cure them!” Su Xiaowan said firmly.
After all, she was a genius in traditional Chinese medicine. After carefully examining Lu Hanzhou and Zhang Meiju, she was ninety percent confident she could cure them.
The remaining ten percent depended on her system delivering the silver needles.
A TCM practitioner without needles was like a soldier without a gun—completely powerless.
Hearing this, Lu Hanzhou looked at her, his eyes showing a hint of belief.
“I don’t believe you!” Lu Yanxi shouted.
Hope given, then taken away—that was the cruelest thing.
“Don’t believe me?” Su Xiaowan said, stepping toward Lu Yanxi.
She walked slowly, but for some reason, Lu Yanxi suddenly felt an overwhelming presence from Su Xiaowan.
She was almost scared, instinctively hiding behind Zhang Meiju.
Su Xiaowan reached her, took her face in her hands, and examined it carefully.
Then she said, “You have a quick temper, excessive liver heat, which is affecting your eyes. Look—the whites of your eyes are reddening. If this continues, your vision will blur. You’ll have nightmares and insomnia at night.”
After speaking, Su Xiaowan let go.
Lu Yanxi snorted dismissively. “I don’t believe your nonsense!”
She huffed and turned to storm back to her room.
Su Xiaowan shook her head helplessly—some people really only learn the hard way.
Turning to Zhang Meiju, she smiled. “Mom, do you believe me?”
“I do, I believe you,” Zhang Meiju said. Though a little puzzled, seeing her daughter-in-law’s sincere eyes, she couldn’t help but trust her.
Su Xiaowan felt a warmth in her heart—what a wonderful mother-in-law.
She smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely find a way to treat you.”
Nearby, Lu Hanzhou quietly watched Su Xiaowan talk with his mother.
Her voice was gentle, her smile warm, completely unlike the cold demeanor she used to have.
In the moonlight, wrapped in a military coat, her long black hair fell over her shoulders like seaweed.
Even bundled up, her beauty was unmistakable.
Just from her aura, it was clear she was different from the people here.
She was outstanding, naturally delicate and gentle.
Lost in thought, Su Xiaowan suddenly turned and grabbed his hand. “Husband, let’s go back to our room and rest.”
She looked up at him, her black eyes wide with expectation.
The look in her eyes was like a child eagerly waiting for candy—full of anticipation.
Lu Hanzhou’s breath caught.
As soon as they entered the room, Su Xiaowan took off her coat and lay down on the bed.
Saving someone had drained all her energy; she felt utterly exhausted.
Her body was indeed soft and delicate, no wonder she came from a wealthy family.
She would have to find a way to exercise more and strengthen her body in the future.
At that moment, Lu Hanzhou took a quilt from the cabinet and spread it on the floor.
Su Xiaowan immediately sat up, eyes wide. “Husband, why are you sleeping on the floor? Sleep… I mean, sleep here with me!”
Realizing she had misspoken, she quickly corrected herself and patted the empty space beside her.
Lu Hanzhou paused.
This woman was so proper in public, but when alone, she spoke so boldly?
He couldn’t tell whether she was acting or genuinely being thoughtful.
Her performance was so convincing that even he couldn’t read her.
“No need. I got up early and don’t want to disturb you,” he said.
Seeing that Lu Hanzhou really intended to lie on the floor, Su Xiaowan began to worry.
Had he already developed feelings for Tang Wenxi?
The novel hadn’t detailed how Lu Hanzhou fell for Tang Wenxi—it seemed to happen gradually.
Thinking of tonight, Su Xiaowan couldn’t help asking, “Do you like Tang Wenxi?”
According to the book, the “original” Su Xiaowan would soon fade from the story, with almost no interaction with Lu Hanzhou.
But now was different. She was trying to change everything, putting things back on track.
If Lu Hanzhou already liked Tang Wenxi, would she be the third party—or would Tang Wenxi be?
Su Xiaowan didn’t think much of Tang Wenxi anyway.
Tang Wenxi was a few years younger than Lu Hanzhou; they’d known each other since childhood.
She had heard that their parents once tried to match them together.
But after Lu Hanzhou’s injury left him disabled, the idea was abandoned.
In her previous life, Tang Wenxi had despised Lu Hanzhou’s disability and married the principal’s son instead.
Now reborn, knowing Lu Hanzhou and Bai Bolin would rise to prominence, she was trying to reconnect with them.
She wasn’t simple-minded.
“What are you daydreaming about?” Lu Hanzhou suddenly interrupted, his voice cold, freezing the room.
It was clear he was displeased with her speculation.
His stern face looked even more severe.
Su Xiaowan quickly got off the bed and hugged him, leaning gently into his chest.
“Don’t be mad. It’s just that everyone around me keeps talking, even Yanxi… I felt uneasy because she’s so outstanding, so much better than me…” Su Xiaowan lowered her head, deliberately looking pitiful.
She didn’t really want to act weak, but this trick worked best right now.
Seeing her pout and appear upset, Lu Hanzhou’s heart softened.
It seemed he had misunderstood her.
His voice softened slightly. “She’s just an ordinary neighbor. Really nothing to worry about.”
“That’s good. Then let’s live well together from now on.” Su Xiaowan said, pressing closer into his chest.
Seeing that he had no feelings for Tang Wenxi, she finally relaxed.
For herself, she would never let Lu Hanzhou go to Tang Wenxi.
At least not until she had stocked enough supplies in her personal space.
Once she had everything she needed, she could… explore this man’s body, and then leave with peace of mind to pursue her own life.
What happened between Lu Hanzhou and Tang Wenxi afterward was none of her concern.
She just wanted to avoid the complicated emotional entanglements and focus on building her own career.
Thinking of this, Su Xiaowan’s hand instinctively slid toward Lu Hanzhou’s shirt.
Her fingers slipped under the hem, touching his firm abs, and her heart instantly raced.
“Husband, we haven’t had our wedding night yet. How about we… take care of it tonight?”
She really just wanted to see if getting closer would unlock more in her space—not just because she was tempted by his body.
Lu Hanzhou hadn’t expected her to be so bold. Instinctively, he pressed her restless hand.