{Chapter: 8 If I were twenty years old, I would surely chase you!}
Although she was a little displeased, Yan Ruyue still picked up a calico cloth and gently wiped the sweat from Lin Yuan's forehead and cheeks. She knew it was necessary so that her mother's treatment would not be hindered.
As she wiped, Yan Ruyue's eyes kept drifting back to Lin Yuan. She found herself mesmerized. It was often said that men who were deeply absorbed in their work appeared especially handsome, and she couldn't take her eyes off him. His cold, serious expression gave him a reliability that was hard to ignore.
Her heart fluttered as she watched him, and for the first time in a long while, she was aware of a peculiar sensation. As the eldest daughter of the Yan family, she had met countless wealthy young men, but she had always found them repellent. She loathed the very thought of speaking to them, let alone touching them. Yet, when it came to helping Lin Yuan wipe away sweat, she didn't feel that aversion.
"What am I thinking? Mom is still in the midst of treatment!" Yan Ruyue scolded herself inwardly, quickly stepping away.
However, she failed to notice the blush creeping up her cheeks.
Lin Yuan, content with the brief service from Yan Ruyue, settled into his work. His medical expertise was such that the minor act of wiping away sweat had no bearing on his treatment, but he nonetheless appreciated the gesture and took full advantage of her continued presence.
Five minutes passed in a quiet rhythm.
During this time, Lin Yuan called for Yan Ruyue to wipe his sweat a few more times. Though her reluctance was apparent, she complied each time. Song Xuan, meanwhile, had begun to stir and wake during the process.
"Xiao Yuan, thank you so much!" Song Xuan said as Lin Yuan finished his final treatment and withdrew the needles.
She immediately got up, grasping his hands with both of hers, overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude.
Ten years!
For a decade, she had never felt this well.
Her husband had passed away early, leaving her to manage the vast Yan conglomerate on her own. She had carried the immense responsibility, trying to fulfill the roles of both a mother and a chairwoman. The weight had been suffocating.
The Yan conglomerate, worth billions, was not just a symbol of immense wealth and power; it was also a target for many opportunistic eyes. Despite her best efforts, her health had deteriorated under the constant stress, and her body had endured unbearable pain. Almost every day, she had suffered sharp pangs in her chest, her internal organs twisted with discomfort.
But now, after Lin Yuan's treatment, she felt revitalized. A warm current flowed through her body, especially in her chest, and she felt as if she had been rejuvenated to her youth, as though she were in her twenties again.
Lin Yuan, unfazed by her overwhelming gratitude, smiled and replied, "Auntie, you're being too kind. My medical skills are the result of a chance encounter. It's only right that I help when I can."
"Speaking of which, how are you feeling now? Do you feel the warmth I stimulated through the acupuncture points? These points have connected the pathways throughout your body, boosting your organs' activity. But your body will need energy to maintain this flow."
He continued, "I'll come to treat you daily for half an hour and prescribe some medicine. Ensure you eat a balanced diet—plenty of greens and meat. Take good care of yourself, avoid overexertion, and be cautious not to catch a cold during this period."
"Okay, Xiao Yuan, I will follow your advice. I can't thank you enough. This truly feels like a life-saving grace!" Song Xuan nodded earnestly, her gratitude clear in her voice.
Even as the chairwoman of a multi-billion-dollar corporation, Song Xuan knew that when it came to life or death, wealth and status meant nothing. She was profoundly thankful to Lin Yuan for saving her.
Someone quickly fetched pen and paper under her direction. As Lin Yuan wrote out a few prescriptions, something caught his eye: a small red book tucked under the paper.
"Ah?"
Song Xuan, noticing his confusion, smiled and explained, "This is the title deed to a villa in Zhaoyang District. Since I didn't get the chance to give you an engagement gift before, consider this your late one."
"This… but the engagement has already ended..." Lin Yuan began.
However, Song Xuan interrupted him with a soft laugh. "You must accept it. I know you may not need a villa, but Aunt insists on this gesture."
Seeing her firm stance, Lin Yuan said nothing further and accepted the deed. It would have been rude to refuse, after all.
The villa was, of course, a gesture of gratitude for Lin Yuan's life-saving treatment. It was a token of appreciation for restoring her health, and both of them understood its true meaning—Song Xuan knew that no material gift could truly repay him.
Song Xuan beamed with satisfaction as Lin Yuan accepted the villa. "By the way, I don't recall ever hearing your parents mention such impressive medical skills. Where did you learn them from? It's fine if you'd rather not say."
Song Xuan couldn't help but marvel at how Lin Yuan had managed to cure her ailment, one that had plagued her for ten long years, in such a short amount of time.
Lin Yuan, shrugging casually, replied, "I happened to meet an old man once, and he taught me a few things."
"Ah, you really are an exceptional young man—tall, handsome, rich, and now with such impressive medical skills. If I were twenty years younger, I would certainly be chasing after you. Yue'er seems to lack foresight," Song Xuan said with a smile, shaking her head.
"Mom!"
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