Having Su Wen treat her illness was definitely not the wisest choice, but given the lack of money, it seemed to be the best option.
Zhang Cuilan bought back the traditional Chinese medicine and silver needles as per the "prescription" given by Su Wen.
Su Wen opened the needle pack and looked towards Zhang Cuilan's jade-like body.
Acupoints she had never known before now appeared in her memory, deeply engraved in her brain.
Without any defenses from Zhang Cuilan, Su Wen came to the front of her…
Since acupuncture was needed, Zhang Cuilan's upper body was completely bare.
Internally marveling, Su Wen then picked up a silver needle and with a clever technique, pierced it directly into the flesh.
Zhang Cuilan chuckled, "Tsk… If you can cure your sister, my latter half of life will be yours only."
Hearing the challenging tone in Zhang Cuilan's voice, the wicked fire in Su Wen's heart burned even more fiercely. He shook his head, casting all sorts of mixed and impractical thoughts out of his mind, then proceeded to insert the remaining needles into their corresponding acupoints.
"Not bad, little brother, you've got some skills…"
Before she could finish, Su Wen hurriedly reached out and interrupted Zhang Cuilan, "Sister, don't talk now, relax your muscles."
Zhang Cuilan obediently shut her mouth and looked at Su Wen with a kind of indescribable affection in her eyes.
After a long while, Su Wen removed the needles from Zhang Cuilan.
"How does it feel?" Su Wen asked, resembling an experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.
"Eh? Wen, seriously, after the acupuncture, my arms and legs really feel better," Zhang Cuilan said with a smile. "There's a very relaxed feeling, like… like being in a mound of cotton."
"That's good," Su Wen responded with a nod and a smile.
The main function of acupuncture is to clear out the dirty stuff in the blood vessels, at least preventing blockages.
"Ah, Wen, I really don't know how to thank you enough…"
Zhang Cuilan said, lost for words at the moment.
"Bang bang bang."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Open the damn door."
The voice from outside belonged to a rough man, sounding quite impatient.
"This isn't good, it's Wang Long," Zhang Cuilan exclaimed, "Quick, go hide in the other room." As she spoke, she hustled Su Wen towards another room in a panic.
Wang Long was nearly six foot three, well-known in the village for harassing decent women, bullying honest people, and doing all sorts of bad things. Even the village chief was somewhat afraid of him.
Especially since there was a scar stretching from his left eye to the corner of his right mouth, and a tattoo of Nezha on his arm; with his imposing build and fierce countenance, any honest person would tremble involuntarily upon seeing him.
What was even worse, Zhang Cuilan was a well-known widow in the village, delicate and fair as snow.
Wang Long had set his sights on her a long time ago. After breaking in, he started cursing with a laugh that didn't reach his eyes, "Zhang Cuilan, you filthy woman, playing hard to get with me, and now you've actually brought a man home?"
"Little Long, what… what are you talking about? I don't understand, what man?" Cuilan stammered, trying to brush off the issue.
Squinting his eyes, Wang Long plopped down on the bed, his voice laced with cold mockery, "You really can play dumb, can't you? Call that man out, don't make me take action, otherwise… you should know what would happen."
Zhang Cuilan shuddered.
She knew all too well.
If Su Wen were really dragged out by Wang Long, he wouldn't escape a beating.
And Su Wen had just helped her…
With that thought, Zhang Cuilan clenched her fists and snorted coldly, "You're not my man, what right do you have to control me? Even if I really was hiding someone in the room, it's none of your business."
"None of my business?"
Wang Long burst to his feet, "Damn it, if it weren't for me having my people help you harvest corn and dig sweet potatoes, you would've starved to death long ago, you widowed pretender of purity and innocence."
Before the last word was out, Wang Long lunged toward Zhang Cuilan.
Raising his thick, powerful arms, he tore Cuilan's clothing to shreds, revealing the pale, enchanting view without restraint.