Chapter 752 - 753: Dizziness from Needles

Chapter 752: Chapter 753: Dizziness from Needles

"Cousin, they called for you, why haven’t you gone?" Shui Qinghe whispered, lowering her voice.

"I... I obviously can’t go." Shui Qingyue felt even more awkward.

"Why can’t you go? Aren’t you being isolated?" Shui Qinghe frowned.

Shui Qingyue hesitated for a moment, realizing that Shui Qinghe would be staying here for a while and needed to know everything, so she bit the bullet and said, "Brother Dongzi and they went to sleep, I haven’t been with Brother Dongzi... so, obviously, I can’t go."

"You mean, he’s taking on three?" Shui Qinghe’s eyes widened.

"Cough cough... yes!" Shui Qingyue became even more embarrassed.

Shui Qinghe’s face was filled with disbelief as she exclaimed, "No way! Really?"

Shui Qingyue replied, "Brother Dongzi is very strong, so... there’s no problem."

"Oh my gosh!" Shui Qinghe rolled her eyes, "That works? Is this guy a monster or what?"

Shui Qingyue composed herself, then glared at Shui Qinghe and said, "Why are you so curious about such things? This is a private family matter; no one else knows about it, so don’t go spreading it around."

Shui Qinghe quickly said, "I’m not stupid, how could I casually speak about this? But this really scared me; I’ve never imagined the brother-in-law in this aspect... being so perverted, it’s unbelievably shocking."

Shui Qingyue spoke, "Forget about this. Go take a bath and rest early. If Brother Dongzi has time tomorrow, he could start treating you."

"Alright."

The next morning, Song Xiaodong and Su Yuya handled the backlog of work from the past two days.

Management in the Su Family had gradually become organized and there were fewer issues in the house. In fact, Song Xiaodong didn’t want to get involved in some matters, giving the Su Family members enough autonomy.

This was something the Su Family members never had before; previously, any slightly major issue had to be reported to the grandpa.

Now, discovering their authority was greater than before, and they also could control more money and enjoyed greater freedom, which for anyone, was a tempting change. As a result, they didn’t see Song Xiaodong, an outsider, managing the Su Family as something bad.

For Song Xiaodong himself, there wasn’t a real sense of belonging to the Su Family. He was thrust into the position, having to take up the role of Family Head, so he dealt with the major issues while ignoring the minor ones.

In the afternoon, Song Xiaodong found himself with some free time and then summoned Shui Qinghe.

Shui Qinghe and Miao Xuanxuan had similar personalities—both were playful and lively. Thus, in just a morning, she had already become familiar within the household and no longer felt like a stranger there.

In Shui Qinghe’s room, Song Xiaodong said, "Lie down; I’m going to start treating you."

Shui Qinghe lay on the bed, head near the end of the bed, and said, "Are we doing this here? Isn’t that a bit too casual?"

Song Xiaodong smiled and said, "In your living space, won’t you feel more relaxed? Besides, for your treatment, there’s no need to go to a hospital since I’m just going to use acupuncture."

"Acupuncture?" Shui Qinghe looked up at Song Xiaodong, then saw the long silver needles in his hand, sprung up sitting and said with a pale face, "You’re not going to... actually stick that long needle into my head, are you?"

"Don’t worry, it won’t hurt." Song Xiaodong said softly.

"No no! Absolutely not!" Shui Qinghe shook her head vigorously, then suddenly jumped to the floor and rushed out.

"Ouch!" Two cries of pain came from outside the door.

Song Xiaodong hurried out and saw both Shui Qingyue and Shui Qinghe sitting on the ground, quickly asking, "Are you guys okay?"

Shui Qingyue rubbed her forehead and chest, frowning, "Just bumped into each other. Qinghe, what was she doing?"

"I won’t get the needles! I won’t! I’d rather die than get the needles!" Shui Qinghe jumped up and then ran straight out.

Song Xiaodong’s mouth twitched as he said, "She doesn’t faint at the sight of needles, does she?"

"Indeed a bit," Shui Qingyue stood up with Song Xiaodong’s help. "So she got scared like this seeing your needles? But it wasn’t this severe before."

"This might also be related to the brain tumor’s pressure, causing her reactions to be somewhat exaggerated."

"What do we do now?" Shui Qingyue asked worriedly.

Song Xiaodong thought for a moment and said, "Then let’s knock her out. Such reactions might indicate that the tumor is growing quickly; if not controlled, it will become more problematic."

"Okay, okay!" Shui Qingyue became even more worried when she heard this.

The two walked downstairs where Miao Xuanxuan approached, asking, "What’s going on? Why did Qinghe run out like a frightened rabbit, Dongzi, you didn’t do something to her, did you?"

Shui Qingyue gave a wry smile, "She ran off because of her fear of needles."

"Fear of needles..." Miao Xuanxuan paused, then grinned, "Dongzi, those needles of yours are indeed frightening, so long, if you were to stick that into my head, I too would be incredibly nervous."

Song Xiaodong said, "Let’s catch her first; if her illness drags on, it won’t be good."

A group of people went out searching. Although the Su Family’s residence was large, there were many servants in the courtyard who, under their guidance, led Song Xiaodong quickly to Shui Qinghe.

Upon seeing Song Xiaodong, Shui Qinghe immediately tried to run, but Song Xiaodong dashed over in a few steps and grabbed her arm.

While struggling, Shui Qinghe said, "I won’t get the needles, even if it kills me, I won’t!"

"Alright, alright, I won’t give you the needles. I’ll choose another method, just don’t run off."

"Really?" Shui Qinghe stopped struggling, but upon looking into Song Xiaodong’s eyes, she immediately exclaimed, "No no, I don’t believe you! You’re tricking me, you definitely want to bring me back to give me the needles, I won’t do it! Wuh wuh... I want to go home; I want my mom!"

Song Xiaodong was at a loss for words; at this moment, Shui Qinghe was just like a little girl who hadn’t grown up.

Guessing that no matter how he explained, she wouldn’t listen, Song Xiaodong stealthily stuck a needle into the back of Shui Qinghe’s neck.

"Wuh..." Shui Qinghe’s cries abruptly stopped, her body went limp, and she leaned on Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong stretched out his arms, scooping her up in a princess carry, facing such a needle-phobic person as an expert in acupuncture was indeed a challenge. Without dealing with her this way, it really would be impossible to proceed with the needles.

As the Su Family’s servants saw Song Xiaodong carrying Shui Qinghe out, they all quickly lowered their heads, pretending not to see, knowing better than to casually comment on the Family Head’s matters.