Chapter 212 - 212: Send Me Back to the Residence

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Xiao Yan tightly gripped the armrest of the wheelchair, took a deep breath, and said, “1 don’t feel anything at all.”

“Your Highness, why are you sweating?” Su Qian saw that Xiao Yan’s forehead was covered in a cold sweat and looked at Xiao Yan suspiciously. “Your Highness, can you actually feel discomfort?”

The location of the numb acupoint that Su Ye found was taught to Su Ye by Su Qian back then, so she was well aware of the consequences that forcefully poking the acupuncture point could bring.

It was as if there were thousands of ants crawling and biting on his legs. Even the most determined person couldn’t remain unaffected.

“No, I can’t feel anything.” Xiao Yan’s face had no expression at all. He said with a straight face, one word at a time.

“Aiya, Mother, don’t worry. Ninth Uncle really doesn’t feel anything.” Su Qingqing was completely convinced by Xiao Yan. She looked at Xiao Yan with admiration and asked happily, “Brother, 1 also want to try and find the numb point on Ninth Uncle’s leg. Can you teach me?”

“Of course, I can.” Su Ye immediately agreed to his sister’s request and then began to teach her practically. He told his sister where to start, and then heavily pressed on Xiao Yan’s acupuncture points.

Both legs were pressed on the numb acupoints, and Xiao Yan’s cold sweat became even more profuse.

“Ninth Uncle, do you really not feel anything?” Su Ye raised his little face and asked innocently.

“I don’t feel anything at all.” As Xiao Yan spoke, he did not forget to squeeze out a smile. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Su Qian saw that Xiao Yan’s legs didn’t move at all, and the suspicion in her heart disappeared again. “Alright, stop tormenting your Ninth Uncle. Hurry up and get up.”

The two children stood up reluctantly, then pulled Xiao Yan’s hand and said, “Ninth Uncle, since you’re here, why don’t you stay here for dinner?”

To their surprise, instead of his usual enthusiastic acceptance, Xiao Yan rarely refused.

“No, I’ve been away for a few days. There are many matters waiting for me to handle in the residence. I have to go back now. After a busy two or three days, I’ll come over again.” After saying that, Xiao Yan saw Dong Yan, who had parked the carriage, enter the courtyard.

“Dong Yan.” Xiao Yan passionately called out Dong Yan’s name.

Dong Yan, who had never been so warmly addressed by his master, blinked his eyes blankly and tilted his head in confusion. “Your Highness, are you sure you’re calling me?”

“Who else could it be other than you? Didn’t you say that there are still matters in the residence waiting for me to handle? Hurry up and send me back to the residence.” Xiao Yan’s cold sweat had already drenched his entire back as he hurriedly urged.

Dong Yan had a head full of question marks. He couldn’t help but doubt his life.

Was there such a thing? How could he not remember?

“Yes.” However, since it was his master’s order, Dong Yan would naturally obey. He immediately walked forward and pushed Xiao Yan to leave.

Looking at Xiao Yan’s back as he left, Su Qingqing did not forget to continue to sigh, “Ninth Uncle is really amazing. People who have their numb acupoints pressed will feel uncomfortable for at least three or four hours. It’s just that Ninth Uncle doesn’t feel anything in his legs. Otherwise, ordinary people wouldn’t be able to withstand this kind of torture.”

“Mother, why can’t Ninth Uncle feel his legs? Is he sick?” Su Ye asked curiously.

“Yes. However, your Ninth Uncle’s condition is very complicated.. I’m considering whether to consult it with your grandmaster,” Su Qian said hesitantly,