The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 50: Eight Claws

Monday night, Xiangjiang Island, Jingyue Cottage.

Mu Sheng was concentrating on writing an article in the study. He had been having a serious writer's block recently and the magazine had also given him feedback that sales had dropped in recent issues.

Alas, writing a book is not easy, Mumu sighed.

After thinking hard for a long time, I wrote just over two thousand words, but there was still not much content.

Mu Sheng felt a little overwhelmed and irritated and wanted to wash his feet.

Just when Mu Sheng was feeling so overwhelmed that he wanted to pull his hair, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door was opened a crack, and a playful face came in through the gap.

"Brother Sheng, are you still busy?"

"No, I've run out of ideas. I can't write anything. I'm so worried!"

When Zhu Wanfang heard this, she squeezed in through the crack in the door, walked to Mu Sheng, put her arms around Mu Sheng's neck and sat in his arms.

"If you can't think of anything, just don't write it. Why make yourself so tired? Take a rest first and write it tomorrow."

"No, writing incoherently is a bad habit. Once you get into it, you can't quit it." Mu Sheng buried his head in Zhu Wanfang's chest and sniffed it. He felt his anxiety relieved a lot.

"What do you want to talk to me about right now?"

"Oh, it's Sister Ruan Mei, the neighbor we met in the elevator the day before yesterday. You said she has a heart problem. She wants to talk to you about something."

"Why did she come to see me? What did you say to her?"

"I didn't say anything. Didn't you tell me to ask her if I didn't believe you? I asked her. Maybe it's because you are sick and trying all kinds of treatments?"

"Okay, okay, you don't believe me, right?" Mu Sheng reached out and grasped Zhu Wanfang's weak spot.

"Hahaha, stop it, Sister Ruan Mei is still waiting?" Zhu Wanfang stood up and dodged with a sweet laugh.

"Okay, let her in."

"Yeah, by the way, Sister Ruan Mei is very pitiful, Brother Sheng, if you can help her, please help her."

Before leaving, Zhu Wanfang asked Mu Sheng again, and only left after seeing him nod.

Soon she brought Ruan Mei in, took her to sit opposite Mu Sheng, poured her a cup of tea, and then left the study.

"Miss Ruan, please have some tea. Wanfang said you had something to ask me. What is it?"

"Mr. Mu, Afang told me that you saw that I had a heart disease right away when we were in the elevator, and that you also knew some Chinese medicine.

I'm bothering you today just to ask if there is any way in traditional Chinese medicine to treat my illness."

Ruan Mei held the teacup but didn't drink it, and said nervously.

When she arrived at Mu Sheng's house and found out that he had two girlfriends and they lived together so harmoniously, she felt that Mr. Mu must be a capable man.

The logic is not quite right, but in a sense, it is not wrong.

"It's hard to say whether there is a way or not. Let me check first. I only took a quick look last time and I only know that you have a heart problem."

"Oh, okay, what do you need me to do?" Ruan Mei quickly agreed.

Mu Sheng then used the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine attached to acupuncture to give Ruan Mei a comprehensive examination.

In addition to heart disease, her health was also a little weak in other aspects, which might be related to her stingy lifestyle.

"How about it, Mr. Mu, is it not okay?"

Ruan Mei looked at Mu Sheng, who remained silent after the examination, and the expectations in her heart disappeared little by little. Fortunately, she was used to this kind of disappointment.

“It’s troublesome, but it can be cured.”

"Really? Mr. Mu, can it really be cured?"

Hearing the words "can be cured", Ruan Mei stood up excitedly and looked at Mu Sheng in disbelief without waiting for Mu Sheng to finish his words.

"Don't get excited yet, Miss Ruan, the disease can be cured, but what price can you pay?

I guess you have consulted many doctors over the years and know the troubles of your illness. I can't help you for no reason. " Hearing this, Ruan Mei, who had already integrated stinginess into her life, immediately calmed down.

Could it be that the other party was trying to trick her? A 20-year-old Chinese medicine doctor could cure a disease that so many hospitals couldn't treat? Could it be that she was being cheated?

"Then Mr. Mu, how much money do you need in total? I don't have much money." Ruan Mei looked at Mu Sheng pitifully with some caution.

Mu Sheng walked forward and looked down at Ruan Mei.

"How much do you think it will cost to cure your illness?"

No matter how much it costs, if it can really cure my heart disease, it would be worth it, but the problem is that I don’t have the money.

So Ruan Mei asked tentatively: "One, ten thousand?"

Phew~, Mu Sheng was amused by her.

"Well, Miss Ruan, besides heart disease, you have some other problems.

For Ah Fang's sake, I will cure these minor ailments for free, and you can think about the rest when you go back."

"Well, then, thank you very much."

Ruan Mei also knew that her offer was a bit ridiculous, but being able to cure other minor health ailments for free was not bad.

Then Mu Sheng consumed the defensive Qi to regulate Ruan Mei's body, and then asked Zhu Wanfang to send her away.

The purpose of consuming the defensive Qi is to make the treatment more effective. Having this to keep her company is enough to make her believe in his medical skills.

The rest is up to her to figure it out on her own. It is just a matter of time. After all, life and death are not a big deal. Who doesn't want to live?

Sure enough, two days later at noon, Ruan Mei came by herself.

The treatment effect that day was indeed amazing. Grandma Cai felt that she was much more energetic, and Ruan Mei herself felt even more deeply.

These past two days, she wasn't worrying about whether Mu Sheng could cure her heart disease, but about what price she could pay.

Without money, the only thing left was people. Thinking of Mu Sheng’s two girlfriends, Ruan Mei finally made up her mind.

As long as I can stay alive, what does it matter if I am someone's lover?

"So this is the price you had in mind?"

Mu Sheng asked as he looked at Ruan Mei who was standing in front of him and taking off her clothes one by one.

"Yes, Mr. Mu, I have no other price to pay? Is this okay?"

"Of course, most certainly."

Mu Sheng said this as he picked up Ruan Mei and walked towards the bedroom.

Don't get the wrong idea. Mu Sheng went there to treat her illness, a heart disease. Mu Sheng was afraid that she would be stimulated too much and die halfway through her studies.

As for why the person is not allowed to put on clothes when being treated, this is how it is done in martial arts novels when the hero treats the heroine.

Clothes will affect the transmission of power and will be detrimental to treatment. This sounds reasonable.

If it makes sense, then you have to listen to it.

Congenital heart disease is a non-self-healing injury and the cost of kryptonian life is not small.

Even if Mu Sheng deliberately prolonged the treatment time, and with the assistance of the nutrient and defensive Qi, it would still consume ten years of his life.

However, Ruan Mei should not have any objection. Between living ten years less and living less than ten years, everyone knows what to choose.

Such an erotic treatment method could definitely not be hidden from Zhu Wanfang and Gangsheng.

Facing the condemnation from the two, Mu Sheng used his eloquence and after some unreasonable talk, he finally convinced them.

On Friday, when Ruan Mei came for treatment again, she brought a piece of news.

It is said that in room 1206 next door, Fang Zhanbo, the eldest son of the Fang family, had his leg broken.

Makisheng: ゛('◇')? ? ?

(End of this chapter)