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

"It was just a coincidence."

I happened to have a small knife with me, so I cut the rope and the sack in the water and swam back.

Chen Ting nodded slowly, but moved even closer to him.

Her robe slipped down a little at the shoulder, revealing her rounded shoulders, and she spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of being overheard:

"Tell your sister, were you planning to cause trouble for Xu Jiang last night?"

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

My first thought was, did she see something?

But the next second he dismissed the guess in his mind.

Last night at the Royal Dynasty Bar, he and Xu Jiang had absolutely no contact whatsoever. He didn't even get close to that booth, so Chen Ting couldn't possibly have seen anything.

Was she bluffing herself, or did she simply guess something?

"No, I just went to relax yesterday."

Lin Mo spoke casually, picked up his cola, and took another sip.

"oh."

Chen Ting looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes unconsciously darting around twice.

After a long silence, she suddenly spoke, "Xu Jiang died last night, did you know?"

"I don't know—what happened?"

Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged, but he was overjoyed inside; his great revenge had finally been achieved.

"He died on a woman's stomach; I heard it was a heart attack."

As Chen Ting spoke, her gaze remained fixed on his face, as if she were trying to discern something.

"Serves you right."

"Yeah, he deserves it."

Chen Ting nodded, then leaned forward, the collar of her robe slipping down a few more places. Her tone, however, had lost its previous languidness and become more serious.

"But Xiao Mo, the reason I'm telling you this is because I don't want you to be blinded by hatred."

A real man can bend and stretch; revenge is never too late.

I don't know what you were planning to do last night, but thankfully you didn't do anything.

You have a long life ahead of you and a bright future, so don't do anything foolish in a moment of impulse.

If you get bullied in the future, be realistic about your abilities and don't fight a losing battle, understand?

Lin Mo nodded earnestly:

"Okay, thank you, Sister Chen."

Her words were heartfelt and sincere, every word showing her concern for him; it would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.

"Sister Chen, let's go check where the traffic is."

"OK."

Chen Ting stood up, supporting herself on her knees, and led him upstairs to the second floor.

The master bedroom is so spacious you could run a horse around in it.

Opposite the European-style king-size bed is a floor-to-ceiling window, and the bathroom door is half-open, with warm yellow light emanating from the tiles inside.

She walked to the toilet, about to speak, when her expression suddenly changed.

Her beautiful face looked as if it had been grabbed and twisted, her features twisted uncontrollably, and the color drained from her lips in an instant.

She clutched her stomach and staggered forward uncontrollably.

"What's wrong, Sister Chen?"

Lin Mo grabbed her arm.

"It's nothing...it's just a stomach problem, an old ailment."

She squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, pointed towards the bedside table, and a fine layer of cold sweat had already formed on her forehead.

Lin Mo helped her to the bed, half-carrying her, and then poured her some warm water and brought it over.

Chen Ting reached for the medicine bottle on the bedside table, shook out a few painkillers and swallowed them. She leaned against the headboard, closed her eyes, and rested for a while. The pain on her face gradually subsided, but her lips were still abnormally pale.

Lin Mo stood by the bed, his brows slightly furrowed.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation. Just by looking at her current complexion and lip color, he felt that this was not a common stomach ailment.

Stomach pain can be painful, but it shouldn't cause a person's complexion to deteriorate like this in just a few seconds.

"Sister Chen, I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine. Would you like me to take your pulse?"

"You have this skill?"

Chen Ting opened her eyes, the pain still lingering, but a hint of a smile had already appeared as she extended her wrist.

Lin Mo placed three fingers on her wrist, and the pulse he felt was thin and rapid, like a string that was stretched too tight and might break at any moment.

He remained silent for a moment, his furrowed brows not relaxing.

"Sister Chen, have you had any checkups at the hospital recently?"

"I've been there."

"You've been there?" Lin Mo was slightly taken aback. "Are you sure... they told you it was a stomach ailment?"

Chen Ting's expression changed slightly, and she looked at him with some surprise: "What did you figure out?"

"It's not entirely certain yet, but it's probably not a stomach problem. I suggest Sister Chen go to a few more hospitals for further examination."

Chen Ting leaned against the headboard and didn't reply.

After a long pause, she spoke calmly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her:

"No need. I know what illness I have: stomach cancer, late stage."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment:

"Why doesn't Sister Chen go for treatment?"

"Can cancer be cured?"

She smiled, but the curve of her lips held no self-pity; instead, it carried an unusual calmness.

"Rather than lying in a hospital bed covered in tubes undergoing chemotherapy and turning myself into a bald, ugly monster, I'd rather save my best appearance for the rest of my life."

Lin Mo looked at her, remained silent for two seconds, and then sat down on the edge of the bed:

"Sister Chen, I know a little about acupuncture and can help relieve your pain. How about I give you a few needles?"

Chen Ting tilted her head to look at him, a mischievous smile appearing on her pale face:

"You little rascal, you're not trying to take advantage of your older sister, are you?"

"That's not true." Lin Mo said with a serious expression.

"Then I'll trust you this once."

Lin Mo's breath hitched for a second. Without changing his expression, he pulled out the first silver needle from his needle case, gathering his inner strength at his fingertips. The needle trembled slightly under the light.

He lowered his eyes, focusing his gaze on the acupoints, without looking anywhere else.

Chen Ting's reaction was similar to that of the others!

A moment later, Lin Mo let out a long breath, his fingertips blurring as he pulled out all the silver needles. The needles flashed coldly under the light before he deftly put them back into his needle pouch.

"Sister Chen, it's done."

"That's it?"

Chen Ting's voice still carried a hint of softness, and her eyes were misty with tears.

"Could you continue the acupuncture for a little longer?"

"Too many injections in one day are actually not good."

"Oh. Can I still get it done tomorrow?"

"Once a week, I guess."

Compared to Su Qing's spine and kidneys, Chen Ting's stomach cancer is actually much easier to treat according to the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic system. It involves unblocking the meridians, resolving stagnation, and using internal energy to guide the body's own Qi and blood to repair the lesions. Once a week for one or two months should be enough.

"Okay. Will it be convenient for you to come over next week to give my sister a haircut?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, there shouldn't be any problem."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Chen Ting sat up in bed, picked up her phone and swiped a few times. Lin Mo's phone vibrated in response. He took it out and saw that 10,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.

"Sister Chen, what are you doing?"

"What else can I do? Pay for medical treatment."

"No need. Sister Chen took such good care of me before, how could I take your money?"

"Take it if I tell you to, one thing at a time."

Chen Ting waved her hand, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"...Alright then." Lin Mo stopped being coy and put her phone back in her pocket.

Just then, light footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock. A clear female voice came through the door: "Mom? Are you sleeping?"

Before the words were even finished, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Mo turned around and met the eyes of the person who walked in. Both of them were stunned.

The person who arrived was none other than Sun Yanran, the top student and school beauty.

When Sun Yanran saw Lin Mo, her eyes widened suddenly:

"Lin Mo? What are you doing here!"

"Yanran, do you know her?"

Chen Ting asked, looking somewhat flustered.

"right."

Sun Yanran's gaze passed over Lin Mo and landed on her mother.

Their tense expressions clearly indicated one thing.

There's a story behind this!

Her expression shifted from astonishment to icy coldness, and her voice suddenly changed tone.

"What are you doing?"