"Xiaobei, these are the two silver bracelets that came with my dowry when I got married. Take them to the county town and sell them. I never wear them anyway, and it could help in an emergency."
Returning to the room and looking at the bracelets that He Xiaoya held out with both hands, Zhang Xiaobei felt his heart twist in pain. He was very clear about the origin of these bracelets.
These were not mere dowry items; they were the relics left to her by her dying mother. Such items cannot be taken even in death, for if he were to take them, his conscience would probably never find peace in this lifetime.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry about the money. These bracelets can't be sold."
Zhang Xiaobei smiled and pushed He Xiaoya's hands back. The brief touch made He Xiaoya feel electrified, causing her body to shiver involuntarily. She almost fell into Zhang Xiaobei's arms, her pretty little face burning hot.
Realizing that her actions were somewhat improper, He Xiaoya hurriedly withdrew her hands and looked for an excuse to leave. But before she had stepped out two paces, she suddenly felt darkness before her eyes and collapsed into Zhang Xiaobei's embrace.
"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?" The sudden turn of events shocked Zhang Xiaobei. Without thinking too much, he carried her soft body and quickly stepped into her room.
Due to her illness, He Xiaoya's pretty little face looked somewhat pale at the moment. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, indicating she was in great pain.
Zhang Xiaobei gently laid her on the bed and couldn't help but take a few glances. Her slender figure stimulated his brain nerves.
Although he tried to control himself, he couldn't help but take another look, and then another, and several more...
Looking at her heaving chest, Zhang Xiaobei felt his throat become dry...
In a moment of desperation, Zhang Xiaobei pinched his thigh hard, and the severe pain jolted him back to some semblance of sobriety.
Through examination, he quickly found the root of the problem. It turned out that the stasis toxin in Sister-in-law's body had not been completely cleared, and the confrontation with Meng Qingdong and others earlier had caused the toxin to circulate faster with her blood, leading to her current state.
Meng Qingdong, you bastard, I will settle this account with you sooner or later!
Zhang Xiaobei worked to calm his emotions and started searching for a solution among the strange patterns and characters.
Huagai, Yutang, Danzhong, Zhongji, massage...
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaobei was completely speechless. The Huagai point was manageable, but the others weren't so simple...
What would happen next, those who understood knew, while those who didn't would gradually come to understand.
What should I do?
These concerns were fleeting thoughts in Zhang Xiaobei's mind. The next second, he took decisive action.
The conventional constraints were worthless compared to Sister-in-law's life. He would rather bear a lifetime of infamy if necessary, because she had given too much for this family!
With his spirit steadied, Zhang Xiaobei began the massage.
As he continued to press and rub, He Xiaoya's complexion gradually turned rosy and looked much better than before.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaobei finally relaxed his tense heart a lot. It was his first time actively treating someone else, and the patient was his own sister-in-law.
If anything went wrong, he would probably never forgive himself for the rest of his life. But now, everything was progressing in a favorable direction.
This once again confirmed the incredible value of that so-called treasure!
The Huagai, Zigu, Yutang, and Danzhong points were successfully massaged under Zhang Xiaobei's intense self-control. Next were the most critical Zhongji and Qu bone points.
Zhang Xiaobei shook his head hard, trying to stay awake and calm, before he proceeded.
He gently lifted the floral shirt...
The sight before him was a torment for a vigorous young man, and it nearly destroyed the clarity he had just barely achieved.
To prevent this visual impact from completely destroying his last line of defense, Zhang Xiaobei hurriedly covered her back up with the clothing.
It took about three or four minutes before the hot and restless feeling subsided.
Taking a deep breath of fresh air, struggling to maintain his hard-won clarity, he reached out again and lifted the floral shirt to slowly search for He Xiaoya's Zhongji point.
After three minutes, the massage over the Zhongji point was finally completed, and Zhang Xiaobei was covered in sweat.
Whether it was due to the exertion or the sight before him...
Next was the final point that needed massage, mysterious and seductive...
As Zhang Xiaobei hesitated, He Xiaoya, who had previously passed out, slowly opened her eyes.
He Xiaoya, lying unconscious on the bed, gradually regained a hint of consciousness thanks to Zhang Xiaobei's relentless efforts.
At this moment, she felt even more uncomfortable in her body, like she had the shakes—an intense heat one moment, a deadly cold the next. Every muscle and bone in her body ached as if pricked by needles.
With the pain fully awakening her consciousness, the next second, she felt a numb and strange sensation all over her body, with a peculiar longing as if needing something...
"Meng Qingdong, you scumbag!"
That was He Xiaoya's first thought upon waking up. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she slapped the figure before her and immediately pulled the blanket beside her to cover herself.
The abrupt incident caught Zhang Xiaobei off guard, and the slap landed solidly without any waste.
"Xiaobei, what are you doing?"