Chapter 21: A Doctor’s Orders Spell Trouble, Poor Wen Ye!

After resting for a while, Wen Da Fu Ren took Mu Rong Shu to a room prepared in advance.

Yesterday, Mu Rong Shu was thrilled to discover that the medical equipment in her space could now connect with this time and place. When she first crossed over, it was impossible, and she hadn’t yet figured out the reason for this change.

Today, she wanted to perform an ultrasound on Wen Da Fu Ren but worried it might be too much for her to accept. So, before starting the examination, Mu Rong Shu communicated with Wen Da Fu Ren as a doctor.

Though a bit embarrassed, Wen Da Fu Ren firmly nodded her consent.

Mu Rong Shu exhaled deeply, relieved that Wen Da Fu Ren accepted this method of examination.

“Da Fu Ren, I have one more request. My medical skills are a secret from Tian Men Mountain and must not be divulged. So, I’ll need to trouble you to wear this.”

She handed over an eye mask she had made the previous day. Understanding the importance of preserving secret techniques, Wen Da Fu Ren accepted the mask and put it on with Mu Rong Shu’s help.

With that, Mu Rong Shu began the examination.

Wen Da Fu Ren was a bit nervous at first but gradually calmed down. Mu Rong Shu conducted a thorough examination and carefully checked her pulse.

She diagnosed Wen Da Fu Ren with severe uterine coldness causing menstrual irregularities. After asking about her symptoms during her period, Mu Rong Shu had a rough idea of how to treat her.

“Da Fu Ren, I’ve understood your condition. Later, I’ll also check Ye’s pulse. Treating both of you together will yield quicker results.”

Mu Rong Shu felt Wen Da Fu Ren’s problem was manageable. With herbal medicine and acupuncture, it could be resolved in 1-2 months, assuming Wen Ye’s health wasn’t an issue.

“That’s great news! As long as it’s treatable!” Wen Da Fu Ren’s confidence was renewed by Mu Rong Shu’s words.

Once Wen Da Fu Ren was tidied up, the two walked out together. In the living room, Wen Ye was pacing anxiously, making Wen Jing dizzy just watching him.

Seeing his wife and Mu Rong Shu emerge, Wen Ye quickly stepped forward. “How do you feel, dear? Miss Mu Rong, is my wife’s health alright?”

“Don’t worry, my husband. Miss Mu Rong needs your cooperation next. She’ll check your pulse before prescribing medicine,” Wen Da Fu Ren reassured him softly.

“Please, let’s get started. Miss Mu Rong, I’m ready for your diagnosis,” Wen Ye said cooperatively, surprising Mu Rong Shu.

“You’re too kind, Wen Ye. Please, have a seat,” Mu Rong Shu said graciously, starting to take his pulse.

Wen Jing watched intently. From her observations, Mu Rong Shu had a forthright and unpretentious demeanor. She didn’t adhere strictly to gender conventions, especially in medical practice, where she displayed the professionalism of a healer.

Wen Jing thought this must be her unique charm, traits that made him increasingly curious about and eager to understand her.

After checking Wen Ye’s pulse, Mu Rong Shu discovered mild kidney deficiency and low sperm motility. She inquired about his daily habits, with Wen Da Fu Ren answering carefully to avoid affecting the treatment.

Having completed the diagnosis, Mu Rong Shu remembered the space hospital stocked supplements for kidney health and imported medications to boost sperm motility. She recalled finding them exorbitantly priced when she worked at the hospital, but given Wen Ye’s wealth, cost wasn’t a concern.

“Based on my findings, I already have a treatment plan. Would you prefer I prescribe the medicine for you to purchase, or shall I prepare it myself?” Mu Rong Shu asked.

“Miss Mu Rong, I trust you. Please prepare everything, I don’t feel comfortable relying on anyone else,” Wen Da Fu Ren said quickly.

“Exactly, we’ll go with my wife’s decision,” Wen Ye added.

“Alright, I’ll write the prescription. You can pick up the medicine from Rong’s Pharmacy in two days. Da Fu Ren, please send someone to collect it.”

Mu Rong Shu was delighted they trusted her. The space hospital’s medicine would likely work better, shortening the treatment time compared to conventional remedies.

“Rest assured, I’ll send someone on time,” Wen Da Fu Ren promised, worried Mu Rong Shu might change her mind.

“Since we’ve settled the medication, let’s discuss the precautions, Ye needs to follow during treatment,” Mu Rong Shu said with a playful wink.

Wen Ye was confused. With the medicine prescribed, wasn’t it just a matter of taking it on time? What else was there to pay attention to?

“Wen San Gong Zi, could you help take notes?” Mu Rong Shu asked, deciding her handwriting wasn’t suitable for such a scholarly household.

“I’d be delighted,” Wen Jing replied enthusiastically, instructing a servant to fetch writing materials.

Once everything was ready, Mu Rong Shu began listing the precautions.

The first rule: no alcohol.

Wen Ye was stunned. As a cultured man, he cherished gatherings with friends over a drink. Now, Miss Mu Rong was telling him he couldn’t drink, it was like taking away his will to live.

Seeing Wen Ye’s dismayed expression, Mu Rong Shu was about to offer words of comfort when Wen Jing interjected, “Don’t worry, Miss Mu Rong. I’ll personally ensure my brother follows through.”

Upon hearing his third brother’s promise, Wen Ye felt even more despondent. If it were his wife supervising him, he might have a slim chance of getting away with something. But with his third brother taking charge? Forget it.

“Additionally, Ye lacks exercise. You’ll need to work out for one hour every day, running or brisk walking will suffice. Keep this up for about two months, and it should help a lot,” Mu Rong Shu suggested, encouraging him to be more active.

Hearing this new directive, Wen Ye, who had avoided physical activity since childhood, felt his despair deepen. What drove him to the brink, however, was his third brother’s firm statement: “I’ll supervise you, Brother.”

Ever since his third brother encountered Mu Rong Shu, Wen Ye felt he’d lost all authority in his sibling’s eyes. He was convinced that if Mu Rong Shu made an even more outrageous demand, his brother would agree without hesitation, regardless of how it might affect him.

Watching Wen Jing readily agree to supervise her husband, Wen Da Fu Ren shot him a grateful glance. In their family, no one dared defy the third brother, not even the eldest, who occasionally had to yield to him.

Mu Rong Shu took the written precautions from Wen Jing and couldn’t hide her satisfaction. The handwriting was exquisite. She couldn’t help thinking: “He’s handsome, and his writing is even more charming. Heaven is so unfair, leaving no chance for ordinary people.”

She was reluctant to hand the list to Wen Ye, finding herself torn.

“Is there something wrong with what I wrote?” Wen Jing asked, noticing the young woman’s conflicted expression. His heart skipped a beat, nervous that he might have made a mistake.

“No, not at all. I just… I just can’t bear to part with such beautiful handwriting,” Mu Rong Shu blurted out before realizing what she’d said. Embarrassed, she avoided his gaze.

“If that’s the case, I’ll make a copy for my brother, and you can keep this one,” Wen Jing offered with a gentle smile.