Chapter 149: This Can Heal Too
Chapter 149: This Can Heal Too
“Lin Mu had never practiced Martial Arts before, but he had once suffered a serious injury that nearly ended his life.”
“After narrowly escaping death, his physical condition had mysteriously improved greatly. It was comparable to those prodigies who had practiced basic skills for over ten years. It really was a blessing in disguise!”
Lu Shouyang appeared very excited. “Although we haven’t found out the reason, it was an undeniable fact that Lin Mu was suited for Martial Arts. So I brought him into the Dragon Protection Corps. Who would have thought that in such a short time, he could achieve such impressive strength!”
“This blow was too great. I still can’t wrap my head around it. It’s simply unbelievable!”
Ding Han closed his agape mouth, forced a bitter smile, and shook his head.
“Same here. I really widened my horizons today. Is this what a true genius looks like? Are the ones we usually see just talented, but not geniuses?”
Jiang Chu also gave a helpless smile, giving up on the idea of comparing himself to Lin Mu. Comparing yourself to others only brings frustration. The ancients certainly didn’t lie!
“This mission was a complete success. Luo Huafu has returned to Huaxia. The relocation of the Haoyu Financial Group is proceeding in a tense but orderly manner. Although some members sent on the mission were seriously injured, fortunately, none were in life-threatening danger.”
“The higher-ups are very satisfied with this operation! Lin Mu, you should go back and rest for a few days. I will notify you later to discuss other matters.”
Lu Shouyang blinked and smiled at Lin Mu.
“Alright, then I’ll head back first. Just let me know when you need me.”
Lin Mu bid farewell to the three and eagerly returned home. He hadn’t seen Song Yuru and the other two girls for a while and found himself missing them a bit. He shook his head with a wry smile. It seemed he really was a playboy!
“Yuru, Zixi, Xuanrong, I’m back!”
He took a taxi to the door, handed the driver a hundred-yuan bill without waiting for change, quickly opened the gate, and hurried inside, calling out as he walked.
“A-Mu? You’re back?”
While still changing into slippers, Lin Mu heard a hoarse response from the living room. It sounded like Song Yuru’s voice, but he didn’t know why it had become like that. He quickly shuffled in his slippers into the living room.
Song Yuru was wearing pajamas, lying listlessly on the sofa watching TV. The TV was muted, just showing changing images. Looking at Song Yuru, her face was pale, her lips dry and cracked, and she looked very haggard.
“What’s wrong, Yuru?”
Lin Mu crouched by the sofa, reached out to feel Song Yuru’s forehead, then took her wrist to check her pulse.
“Nothing much, cough! Just a bit of a cold. My period came, my body is weak, and I might have caught a chill the day before yesterday. I’ll be fine after resting for a few days.”
Song Yuru coughed, and her brow furrowed slightly. The cough made her throat hurt.
“Why are you so silly? Why not go to the hospital?”
Lin Mu scolded her immediately.
“All medicine has some toxicity. It’s better to avoid taking medicine if possible. A cold is just a minor illness. More rest and water will help me recover.”
Song Yuru gave a weak smile.
“This isn’t an ordinary cold; it’s already a severe cold. Plus, it’s during your period, and your body is already weak. Why are you being so stubborn!”
Lin Mu tapped her smooth forehead in annoyance, then slid his left hand under her pajamas, pushing them up to reveal her flat stomach and cute belly button.
“Ah! What are you doing?”
Song Yuru was startled and shyly covered her stomach.
“Helping you get better! Do you want to keep coughing like this for days?”
Lin Mu looked exasperated. “Do you think I’d try to take advantage of you when you’re this sick? Even if I wanted to, I’d wait until you’re better and have the energy to fool around!”
“Annoying! Who wants to fool around with you!”
Song Yuru said softly, a blush spreading across her face.
Moving her hand away from her stomach, Lin Mu rubbed his palms together. A gentle warmth immediately emanated from his palms, and a small, swirling mass of energy gathered between them. Song Yuru watched in astonishment, wondering if Lin Mu had learned some superpower during his trip to the United States!
Before she could react, Lin Mu pressed his palms lightly against her lower abdomen. The swirling energy mass slowly entered Song Yuru’s belly, transforming into countless streams of warmth that circulated through her internal organs.
There was no pain as she had imagined. Instead, her entire abdomen felt like it was soaking in warm water. The heated sensation made her cold stomach stop having slight prickling pains. Something even more miraculous happened: Song Yuru’s complexion began to change rapidly.
Her originally pale and sickly skin tone was gradually becoming rosy. Her lips regained their plump, blood-filled color. In just a moment, a person who had been sickly and weak returned to normal.
Song Yuru, of course, didn’t know all this yet. She was currently immersed in the comfortable treatment from Lin Mu. It felt so good she didn’t want it to stop.
“Feeling better?”
Seeing Song Yuru’s look of enjoyment, Lin Mu asked with a smile.
“Mmm, much more comfortable. I feel even better than before I got sick.”
Song Yuru opened her eyes, her face red as she spoke.
This was because Lin Mu had stimulated her blood circulation. Many illnesses are caused by poor blood flow, like Song Yuru’s current situation.
“When you have your period, do you get menstrual cramps?”
Lin Mu suddenly turned and asked.
“Mmm, sometimes. Why?”
Song Yuru asked somewhat shyly.
“I just fixed that for you. A few meridians in your abdomen were blocked. I cleared them out while I was at it. You won’t have cramps anymore.”
Lin Mu smiled slightly.
“A-Mu, how do you know how to do this? What was that ball of energy-like stuff just now?”
Only then did Song Yuru remember the astonishing scene from earlier and asked curiously.
“That? It’s the Zhenqi you always see in those martial arts shows!”
Lin Mu chuckled.
“Zhenqi! Zhenqi really exists?!”
Song Yuru’s small mouth opened wide in surprise.
“Of course it does. Ye Zixi has also cultivated Zhenqi, but she probably can’t release it outside her body yet.”
Lin Mu nodded. His eyes suddenly wandered over Song Yuru’s body, and a mischievous thought popped into his head. He grinned and said, “Why aren’t you wearing a bra at home? What if they sag later?”
“If they sag, they sag. They’re going to sag when I’m old anyway. What does it matter?”
Song Yuru turned her head away shyly.
“You can’t say that. With good care, they can stay perky for many years. I know a set of massage exercises for breast enhancement. Do you want to try them?”
Lin Mu said with a sly smile.
Song Yuru immediately curled up, turning to face the sofa and hiding.
“Ahem!”
Just as Lin Mu was about to take things further, a light cough came from behind.
Turning around, he saw Ling Xuanrong standing at the top of the stairs on the second floor. He didn’t know how long she had been watching them. After witnessing this unsightly scene, she couldn’t help but cough to remind them it was broad daylight.
“Xuanrong? Why didn’t you say something when you arrived?”
Lin Mu turned back, subtly pulling his hand out from under Song Yuru’s pajamas, then turned to look at Ling Xuanrong with a grin.
“How dare I make a sound! Wouldn’t that interrupt your little world for two?”
Ling Xuanrong rolled her eyes at Lin Mu and said in a huff.
“Hehe, but you just interrupted us!”
Lin Mu laughed, teasingly looking at Ling Xuanrong.
“Glib tongue! You went to the United States and came back changed for the worse? It seems the open atmosphere there corrupted you. Did you go pick up some foreign girls?”
Ling Xuanrong walked over and sat on the sofa next to Song Yuru.
“Not at all! I went for business, not vacation. How would I have time to pick up foreign girls?”
Lin Mu quickly clarified.
“Looking at your improper behavior, I don’t believe you!”
Ling Xuanrong made a funny face, then turned to look at Song Yuru and gasped in surprise. “Yuru, you’re already better?”
“Mmm, A-Mu treated me just now. I’m much better.”
At this moment, Song Yuru’s complexion was completely rosy, delicate, and glowing, completely different from before. No wonder Ling Xuanrong was shocked.
“Treatment? A-Mu just touched your chest and cured your illness?”
Ling Xuanrong immediately looked at the two skeptically. She had come down late and only saw Lin Mu’s lewd act of groping her.
“What nonsense!”
“Oh my!”
Song Yuru and Lin Mu were both speechless at the same time. Though Lin Mu’s skin was getting thicker, so it didn’t bother him much. Song Yuru, however, blushed so hard it looked like her face would drip blood. She lightly patted Ling Xuanrong in protest.
“A-Mu used Zhenqi just now to regulate my meridians. Not only is my severe cold gone, but he even cured my menstrual cramps!”
After a brief defense, Song Yuru’s voice grew quieter and quieter.
“What? Zhenqi? Yuru, aren’t you having a sudden lucid interval before death? Are you actually delirious from the fever?”
Ling Xuanrong quickly reached out to feel Song Yuru’s forehead, then felt her own. She found that Song Yuru was indeed hot.
“Silly! Yuru is blushing because she’s shy, that’s why her face is burning up!”
Lin Mu couldn’t take it anymore. He moved Ling Xuanrong’s hand away, stifling a laugh.
“A-Mu, you really know how to use Zhenqi?”
Ling Xuanrong looked suspiciously at Lin Mu, who was sitting on the floor next to the sofa.
“What do you mean ‘know Zhenqi’? Zhenqi isn’t a Martial Art itself. It’s an energy that you can absorb from the air after reaching a certain level in your Cultivation.”
Lin Mu shook his head and gave a brief explanation. Then he extended his palm towards Ling Xuanrong. With a thought, a small whirlwind of air suddenly appeared swirling in his palm.
Just as Ling Xuanrong curiously reached out a finger, about to poke the pulsating stream of air, a loud shout suddenly came from the staircase.
“Xuanrong! Don’t touch that!”
Ye Zixi darted over from the staircase in one swift movement. She directly slapped away Ling Xuanrong’s finger, which was about to contact the Zhenqi.