299: Curing Lin Mingqing

Curing Lin Mingqing

Lin Yuelan took out a shiny silver needle and said to him, "I will clear the blood clot in your brain first. The third needle will hurt a little, and you have to bear with it."2

As she spoke, Lin Yuelan found the right acupuncture point on his head and inserted a needle. Lin Mingqing's expression did not change at all, and he still looked like a fool. After the second needle was inserted, Lin Mingqing still looked the same.

The third needle was a nine-inch-long silver needle. It was inserted into the center of Lin Mingqing's head until only an inch could be seen.

Lin Mingqing's expression began to change. His face turned ferocious and twisted as if he was suffering from great and unbearable pain.

His hands began to clench into fists, and the veins on his wrists popped out. He wanted to raise his hands to remove the source of the pain.

At this moment, one stern and cold girl's voice rang beside his ear. She said loudly, "Lin Mingqing, if you want to be like a fool for the rest of your life, you can pull that needle out!"

No, he didn't want to be a drooling fool. He wanted to return to his normal. He couldn't give up halfway.

Absolutely not!

Lin Mingqing continued to endure the pain.

After inserting the needles, Lin Yuelan stood calmly at the side and watched. It was not that she didn't want to hurry up the process, but the procedure had to be done step by step.

To Lin Mingqing, the pain was heart-wrenching, bone-eroding, and heart-devouring. However, he knew that no matter how painful it was, he had to endure it.

As he held on, the pain slowly disappeared. It was as if cool spring water was splashed on him after he had been roasted by fire.

Looking at Lin Mingqing's expression, Lin Yuelan knew that the pain from the third needle had passed, and her serious expression relaxed a little. She was also a little worried that Lin Mingqing would not be able to survive the pain.

Lin Yuelan said in a tender and cold voice, "Congratulations, uncle Qing, you made it. I'll continue to apply the needles, but the pain will be much less intense."

Lin Yuelan took out three silver needles and inserted them into each of the acupuncture points.

Not long after, Lin Mingqing felt something flowing out of his ears and nose.

Just as he was about to speak, Lin Yuelan shushed him, "Uncle Qing, you can't speak just yet. Wait."

The silver needles were still on his head. Once he spoke, it would cause the acupuncture points to shift, and the consequences would be serious.

Lin Mingqing's eyes widened in shock. 'Wait. Does that mean I can speak now?'

When Lin Mingqing's ears and nose stopped bleeding, Lin Yuelan slowly pulled out the silver needles. Then, she said calmly, "uncle Qing, you can speak and move your hands now."

Lin Mingqing moved his hands. Then, he asked in disbelief, "can I really speak?" When he heard his voice, he was dumbfounded!

Soon, he was as excited as a child. His expression was joyful, and his eyes were full of tears. He whispered, "I can speak, I can speak." Then, he laughed with tears in his eyes and said loudly, "I can really speak! Haha...."

As he had not spoken for many years, his voice was hoarse. However, one could still hear the joy and excitement in it.

The room didn't have good sound insulation, and Lin Mingqing was quite loud due to his joy. Therefore, when Lin Yiwei and his family, who were waiting outside, heard a hoarse and unclear man's voice coming from inside, they were first stunned, then all of them became ecstatic.

"Husband, that was Qing 'Er who was talking just now, right?" Lin Yiwei's wife, Zhou Xiaomei, grabbed Lin Yiwei's arm and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, yes. It's our Qing 'Er who was talking." Lin Yiwei also said with tears in his eyes.

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