A Good Country Wife

"Dr. Jiang, how is my wife doing? It’s already the fourth day. How is her recovery? Can you use that method you mentioned?" Although Jiang Ziqi had said there was a way to wake his wife up, Zhao Erhu couldn’t feel at ease without seeing Lin Yue awaken, feeling anxious and worried about the possibility of losing his young wife, which made him increasingly restless.

"Almost there. Tomorrow morning should be good. The Yang energy is stronger then, and I’ll be in a better state for applying the needles, which increases the chances of success." Jiang Ziqi had initially blamed Zhao Erhu for not taking good care of Lin Yue, for not cherishing such a good wife, and had been quite stern with him these past two days. However, seeing Zhao Erhu so worried and distraught, he felt it was punishment enough and replied more kindly than usual.

"Really? That’s great, thank you, Dr. Jiang." Hearing that Jiang Ziqi had finally given a definite time, Zhao Erhu thanked him repeatedly and felt much more at peace.

The next morning, Zhao Erhu was waiting early in the room. Usually, Jiang Ziqi was calm when performing acupuncture, a sign of confidence in his medical skills. However, this time he was uncharacteristically serious. The Jiang Family had passed down through generations, besides their medical dictionary, a certain item within a rosewood box called the ’Soul-piercing Needle’.

This Soul-piercing Needle was extremely mysterious. Although it had been passed down as a family heirloom, there were not many records of its use. The few notes that were available indicated that the needle had the effect of stimulating the spirit and awakening the soul, causing the unwilling or unknown reasons for the deep sleep of the spirit to awaken due to the intense pain. There was also a warning that it should not be used lightly. Jiang Ziqi had never used it since he had obtained it, and this was the first time. He did not know if this Soul-piercing Needle would be as miraculous as the records claimed.

Jiang Ziqi asked Zhao Erhu to hold Lin Yue and restrain her body to prevent her from struggling too much from the pain during the acupuncture, which could affect his needlework. After taking a few deep breaths, he opened the small rosewood box and took out a silver needle forged from an unknown material that gleamed with a cold light.

As soon as he touched the silver needle, Jiang Ziqi’s mind went blank for a moment, and it took him a while to recover. Once he adjusted himself, he approached Lin Yue, realizing that the needle’s effect surpassed what was described in the medical texts.

For the past few days, Lin Yue had been drifting along with Qin Lang, feeling more and more that Qin Lang had feelings for her. No matter how busy he was, Qin Lang made time to visit ’herself’ in the hospital every day, and today was no exception. As Lin Yue followed Qin Lang to the hospital and saw him touching her face with a sorrowful expression, she wished she could wake up immediately to comfort him. Her soul slowly approached her body on the bed, attempting to merge with it. However, after trying once and twice, she passed through as if going through walls.

Unwilling to give up, Lin Yue tried again and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, which spread throughout her body. Her soul seemed to be in agony as well, an indescribable pain that made her entire body shiver uncontrollably, unable to escape the torment.

Seeing Lin Yue’s body begin to shake violently and try to break free from Zhao Erhu’s hold, Jiang Ziqi knew the time had come. He quickly recited the incantation written in the medical dictionary, and after Lin Yue let out a painful scream, her eyes flew open. Jiang Ziqi hurriedly removed the silver needle.