Master Mo stared at her with eyes that were once pale and clouded, but now flickered with a glimmer of hope as he watched her focus intently on taking his pulse.
His gaze rested quietly on her beautiful face, her concentration reminding him of an old friend who had passed away over a decade ago.
Men look their most handsome when working, and women look their most beautiful when working too.
Mo Chen’s captivating peach-blossom eyes shimmered with light as he looked at her, unable to look away.
What a beautiful and extraordinary woman!
Nanyang Yehen felt those amorous phoenix eyes fixed on Chu Lingzhi, and he raised an eyebrow, casting a cold, sharp glance in that direction.
Mo Chen pretended not to notice, still gazing with sparkling eyes at Chu Lingzhi’s fair face.
After finishing the pulse diagnosis, Chu Lingzhi noticed Master Mo’s forehead was beaded with sweat, so she pulled out a tissue to wipe it for him.
“How… how… is it?” Master Mo asked, his eyes burning with a strong desire to survive.
Mo Chen’s eyes also turned expectant and eager.
“Your organs have an excess of yin and a deficiency of yang, and your liver and gallbladder meridians are too active, causing an imbalance of yin and yang in the body, leading to hemiplegia,” Chu Lingzhi said, looking at Master Mo with a reassuring smile. “Master Mo, I’ll treat you with acupuncture and moxibustion.”
Master Mo suddenly became very agitated, his mouth twisted as he mumbled unintelligibly, and his other hand, which wasn’t paralyzed, lifted, trying to grab Chu Lingzhi’s hand.
His excitement was written all over his face, and he struggled to move his body.
“Master Mo, you…” Chu Lingzhi didn’t understand why he was suddenly so worked up. She looked at him a bit flustered, unsure of what to do.
He seemed to want to say something to her but couldn’t get the words out.
“Dad, calm down, calm down…” Mo Chen put the report aside and came over to comfort him: “We need to trust Miss Chu.”
Mo Chen didn’t really trust Chu Lingzhi, but at this point, they were grasping at straws.
Nanyang Yehen watched Master Mo with deep, silent eyes.
Master Mo’s expression didn’t seem like it was just excitement over his illness.
The way he looked at Chu Lingzhi was strange, as if she were his long-lost daughter.
That look held excitement, disbelief, surprise, shock…
“Chu… Chu…” Master Mo’s lips trembled, his gaze at Chu Lingzhi growing even more complex.
Chu Lingzhi didn’t understand why Master Mo was so agitated. Hearing him repeat the name “Chu,” she smiled gently. “Master Mo, my name is Chu Lingzhi.”
Chu… Master Mo suddenly calmed down, his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions.
She was also named Chu, and she knew moxibustion treatment.
If he hadn’t witnessed their entire family perish in the fire, he would never believe such a coincidence could exist in the world.
Recalling that great fire, Master Mo was overwhelmed with grief, tears streaming down his aged face.
“Dad, you… you…” Mo Chen was shocked to see his father crying, panicking and not knowing what to do.
This was the first time he had seen Master Mo cry; even after being ill for over a year, he had never shed a tear.
Nanyang Yehen pressed his lips tightly together, his gaze on Chu Lingzhi growing even deeper, his expression contemplative.
Chu Lingzhi watched Master Mo in silence, thinking that he must be crying because he was moved by the hope of recovery.
“Master Mo, I’ll do my best to treat you, so don’t worry,” she said, taking his hand and smiling.
“Mm… mm…” Master Mo forced a smile, but his tears flowed even more freely.
Chu Lingzhi’s heart ached a little. She stood up and walked out of the bedroom, with Nanyang Yehen following behind.