CHAPTER 22: 22: THE LUNGS ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE (PART 1)_1

Dong Dabao had caused too much trouble in the past, and deep down, he hoped that Dong Dabao would die. But even if she had to die, she couldn’t die at the hands of his sixth brother nor at the hands of their Liang family.

Yixuan had completely lost his wits; he didn’t even recognize his own elder brother, Liang Yuening. He was strangling Dong Huiying with a death grip, as if the only thought in his mind was... kill her, kill her, kill her!

Dong Huiying’s eyes were rolling back in her head as Yixuan choked her. She was very strong, and if she had wanted to, she could have sent Yixuan flying. But just as she was about to resist, she accidentally touched Yixuan’s pulse.

This person was actually poisoned, and the poison was so domineering that it could confuse one’s mind?

Seeing the purple-black traces of blood at the corner of his mouth that he had stained while biting off a thread for her, she suddenly had an unthinkable idea.

Could it be... could it be that Yixuan was poisoned because of her own oddly colored purple-black blood?

Yue Ning struggled desperately, finally managing to pull Yixuan away.

Dong Huiying, having just settled her startled soul, was panting with her hand on her chest.

"Quick, knock him out."

She had a stroke of ingenuity in her urgency, but Yue Ning was stunned and couldn’t bring himself to do it, so she had to take action herself.

Her little hand struck down on Yixuan’s neck, instantly knocking him unconscious.

Liang Yuening was furious, "What are you doing?"

He pushed Dong Huiying away with a slap and then hugged his unconscious sixth brother, his eyes bloodshot, nearly exploding with anger.

Dong Huiying was particularly innocent, "I was afraid he would hurt himself or others, doesn’t he look abnormal?"

Yue Ning paused for a moment, then glared at her resentfully once more.

She felt wronged but was too lazy to bother with him. She knew what was more important, so she checked Yixuan’s pulse again and pried open his eyelids to look.

After pondering, she calmly said, "Bring some water. No, bring more, the more the better."

There is the Acupoint Technique in traditional Chinese medicine, and this art of acupoint blockage was Dong Huiying’s family learning.

She rapidly pressed several major acupoints on Yixuan’s body and then urged them twice more.

Yue Ning seemed half-convinced; since he was too suspicious, Dong Huiying had to do it herself. She immediately got up, rushed into the kitchen, and returned with a basin of water.

She pried open Yixuan’s mouth and fed him quite a lot of water; during this process, his smooth, fair skin distracted her.

The texture was too good, incredibly slippery.

"I’ll do it!"

Unable to bear seeing her take advantage of his sixth brother, Yue Ning roughly pushed her aside.

After a good while, she suddenly patted Yixuan’s back, and the unconscious Yixuan vomited a lot of dark poisonous blood.

Dong Huiying once again took Yixuan’s pulse, and this time the pulse was steady; the crisis had been averted.

That was truly a close call; if it weren’t for her decisive action, if it weren’t for her exquisite medical skill, Yixuan might’ve been in grave danger.

Thinking like this, she looked at her own purple-black wound and thought: just how many secrets were hidden in the original owner’s body?

By dusk,

Yue Ning was keeping watch over Yixuan. He was already in a bad mood, and suddenly he noticed a faint pink mark on Yixuan’s neck.

He froze for a moment, then stormed out of the house, his face dark with rage, carrying an axe.

Dong Huiying had made a pot of hot soup. Suddenly she heard the slam of a door, so she poked her head out of the kitchen, but only managed to catch a glimpse of a furiously departing figure; Yue Ning had charged out of the house with the axe.

"What’s gotten into him now?" she scratched the back of her head, her expression one of confusion.

After dark, the mountains were pitch black. Yue Ning headed straight for the Zhu family.

In the Zhu Family Courtyard, a young boy was curled up in a corner, as if haunted by a nightmare, his face contorted with pain...