Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Lin Mo's expression remained calm and composed.

"Auntie, don't be embarrassed."

Doctors only see patients, not men or women.

"The fact that you can feel it means your meridians are starting to open up, and the recovery is even better than I expected."

As he spoke, he pulled out the silver needles one by one, disinfected them, put them back in the needle case, took out the Chinese medicine he had bought earlier and placed it on the bedside table, explaining in detail how to decoct the medicine and when to take it.

Finally, he pulled the blanket over Su Qing and covered her with it before walking to the door, opening it, and calling in Lin Qingyue, who was nervously standing in the hallway.

As soon as Lin Qingyue entered the room, she quickly walked to the bedside and bent down to look at her mother's face.

Although Su Qing's complexion was pale, it was much better than the lifeless ashen white she had when she was admitted to the hospital, and there was even a long-lost luster in her eyes.

Lin Mo briefly explained the arrangements for subsequent medication and follow-up visits, and instructed Lin Qingyue to prepare the medicine for her mother on time every day, and that she would come over to administer acupuncture every day.

After giving his instructions, Lin Mo got up to take his leave.

He had used up a lot of internal energy to open up Su Qing's meridians, and his dantian was now mostly empty. He was even a little unsteady on his feet, so he needed to go back and meditate to recover.

Lin Qingyue escorted him all the way downstairs.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights in the old neighborhood cast long and short shadows of the two people.

Lin Qingyue stood in the center of the streetlight's glow, her hands clasped in front of her, and said earnestly:

"Lin Mo, thank you!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and quickly pecked Lin Mo on the cheek.

The touch was so light it was like a night breeze, yet she seemed startled, taking two steps back, her face turning red from her neck to her ears. She turned and ran, her footsteps echoing rapidly in the empty stairwell before fading away.

Lin Mo raised his hand to touch the still-warm spot on his cheek, and shook his head with a smile as he watched the figure stumble into the stairwell.

Back at his residence, Lin Mo locked the door behind him and eagerly called Yang Liu over.

In her mind, Su Qing's image kept overlapping with Yang Liu's.

For a moment, Lin Mo even had the illusion that Su Qing was standing right in front of him.

"You look a little different today?"

Yang Liu nestled against Lin Mo and slowly began to speak.

"Isn't it different?"

"It's more...more..." than ever before.

Yang Liu looked away from the curtains, hesitant to speak, her earlobes flushed slightly.

Lin Mo was slightly taken aback, then leaned closer to look at her with great interest:

"Even more?"

I won't tell you.

Yang Liu turned over, turning her back to him and ignoring him.

The next morning, Lin Mo rode his electric scooter to the gold shop on the pedestrian street again.

Having already mastered the art of selling gold ingots last time, this time he laid out the gold ingots he had taken from the disciple guarding the alchemy room and the old man in the scripture pavilion. Master Wang examined them one by one, tapped them on the calculator for a while, and then looked up to announce the numbers:

"Two kilograms in total, two million eight hundred thousand, right?"

"Yes." Lin Mo nodded.

"Then please sit for a while, and I'll have the finance department transfer the money immediately."

Lin Mo had just sat down on the chair next to him when his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

He took it out and saw it was Chen Ting.

He hesitated for a second before pressing the answer button.

"Hello, Sister Chen."

"Xiao Mo, are you busy?"

Chen Ting's voice came through the receiver.

"I'm fine. What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"My toilet is clogged, could you come over and take a look?"

Lin Mo was taken aback. He wasn't a repairman; why would she need him to fix her clogged drain?

Besides, Chen Ting has been in this city for so many years, how many people from all walks of life does she know?

Why did you call a college student instead of the property management or a repairman when your toilet was clogged?

Is this a toilet repair or something else?

After regaining his composure, Lin Mo spoke:

"Sister Chen, I don't really know much about this either. How about I find you a professional technician?"

"I don't trust those people. Xiao Mo, could you come and check on them for me?"

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

As soon as I hung up the phone, a text message from the bank popped up on my phone screen, announcing the arrival of funds.

Lin Mo hopped on his electric scooter and rode along the location sent by Chen Ting to the east of the city, a well-known upscale villa district in Dajiang City.

After verifying his name, the security guard at the entrance did not make things difficult for him. Instead, he politely drove a sightseeing electric car and took him inside along the cobblestone driveway.

The car stopped in front of a European-style detached villa with an ivory-white dry-hanging stone facade, several layers of climbing roses hanging on the wrought iron railing balcony, and a small fountain pool in the yard.

Lin Mo looked up at the carved bronze door and estimated in his mind that the house would cost at least thirty or forty million.

He went up and rang the doorbell. The door opened quickly.

Chen Ting stood inside the door, wearing a light pink satin nightgown with the belt loosely tied around her waist. The neckline was open at a moderate angle, just enough to reveal a section of her delicate collarbone.

Her robe trailed three inches above her knees, and she wore fluffy slippers, her long, smooth legs gleaming beneath the satin. She saw Lin Mo, her eyes crinkling slightly, and stepped aside to let him through the doorway.

"Xiao Mo is here, come in quickly."

Lin Mo walked into the entryway, his gaze sweeping over the spacious living room without beating around the bush:

"Sister Chen, which drain is clogged?"

"The bathroom is in the bedroom. No rush, sit down and rest for a bit."

Chen Ting walked straight to the refrigerator, bent down, took out a bottle of chilled cola, and handed it to him.

The angle at which he bent over caused the collar of his bathrobe to droop slightly. When Lin Mo took the cola, his gaze involuntarily shifted, but he then unscrewed the cap and took a sip without changing his expression.

"Xiao Mo, what have you been busy with lately?"

Chen Ting sat down on the single sofa next to him, crossed her legs, and the side of her bathrobe slid down her legs.

"Just busywork. I went to Bayang a few days ago and it broadened my horizons."

"oh."

Chen Ting nodded, tapping her fingers unconsciously twice on her knee, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Did you come to the store yesterday?"

"Yes." Lin Mo readily admitted that he had given Jiao Pi a beating yesterday, and he couldn't hide it any longer.

"Xiao Mo, I have something to ask you."

Chen Ting moved closer to him and lowered her voice.

"Didn't Xu Jiang cause you trouble before, and even try to drown you?"

"Yes," Lin Mo readily admitted.

"So how did you escape?"