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Upon hearing this, Miyajima Tsubaki shuddered violently, and the color drained from her cheeks at a visible speed.
With her pearly white teeth biting her pink lips, she finally nodded with difficulty, meeting Lin Chuan's serious gaze.
As she nodded, she seemed to have all her energy drained away in an instant. Her body hunched over abruptly, and a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
This is a pain that will never fade in her heart. In the third year after she contracted the strange disease, she was unable to conceive for a long time, so her husband took her to the hospital for a check-up.
The final result was that she had lost her fertility.
In Japan, a patriarchal society, failing to produce a suitable heir for the family means falling out of favor.
Although her husband did not divorce her because he was wary of her maternal family's power, he kept a mistress outside the marriage.
Furthermore, the other party had given birth to a son for him a few years ago.
She and her maternal clan knew all this, but they couldn't say anything.
Who told you you can't have children? Are you trying to make my Miyajima family line die out?!
Therefore, Miyajima Tsubaki could only swallow her bitterness and bear the pain alone.
The physical pain and her husband's betrayal left her feeling utterly exhausted.
If it weren't for her daughter still alive, and the worry that she would be left without anyone to take care of her, she probably wouldn't have been able to hold on.
Now, the deepest wounds hidden in her heart have been ruthlessly reopened by Lin Chuan. Unable to suppress the bitterness in her heart any longer, tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
Chapter 126 The Embarrassing Treatment Plan
Lin Chuan, who had been watching the other person's thoughts in real time, couldn't help but feel a pang of pity after learning about their experience.
Immediately, she pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, saying softly, "Aunt Miyajima, don't be sad. As long as you can get your body in good condition, you still have a chance to get pregnant."
Miyajima Tsubaki, who was about to reach out and take it from him, suddenly stopped upon hearing these words.
Then, with her red eyes that looked like a little rabbit's, her voice trembled slightly: "Really?"
Looking at the beautiful woman's face, where the tear streaks did not detract from her beauty but instead added a touch of delicate fragility, Lin Chuan nodded with a faint smile: "Of course it's true, but the process will be very long, and you cannot have sex during this time, otherwise you may fail at the last minute."
Upon hearing this, Miyajima Tsubaki nodded in agreement without hesitation: "No problem!"
Sexual relations? She did want to, but with the birth of a son in that other woman's household, it was common for her to not see her husband for three to five days at a time.
Even when he comes back, he only sleeps in the study.
If you do the math, it's been almost eight years since they last shared a bed!
"Okay! But there's something I need to explain to Aunt Miyajima beforehand. During the treatment, I'll need to use massage to help you promote blood circulation and relieve uterine congestion. This will involve touching some sensitive areas. Is that acceptable to you?"
Upon hearing this, a faint blush immediately appeared on Miyajima Tsubaki's crystal-clear earlobes.
"Is there...is there no other way? It's okay if it takes a little longer to see results."
Being a traditional woman, she found it difficult to accept letting other men touch her body.
"Only after improving blood circulation can I administer acupuncture to you and remove the cold toxins from your body."
“In the early years after the onset of the illness, a few doses of herbal medicine would have been enough to cure it. But now, the cold toxin has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and acupuncture is the only option.”
Seeing that the other party was still hesitant, Lin Chuan spoke again: "Aunt Miyajima, I am a doctor. In the eyes of a doctor, there is no distinction between genders."
Finally, after Lin Chuan's sudden—no, persuasion—and looking into those clear, mountain-spring-like eyes, Miyajima Tsubaki gently nodded and agreed.
Lin Chuanjun is right, doctors don't distinguish between genders. I was indeed a bit narrow-minded...
Seeing his thoughts, Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly. Done!
Immediately afterwards, he took something out of his pocket and handed it over: "Aunt Miyajima, this is our family's heirloom mugwort patch. Before you go to bed tonight, put it on your navel. Although it can't cure the disease, it can help relieve your symptoms."
Seeing Lin Chuan's bright and warm smile, Miyajima Tsubaki suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
It's been such a long, long time since anyone has cared about me like this.
My daughter used to be a sweet and caring daughter, but after entering high school and joining that kendo club, she devoted herself entirely to it, and we had much less communication with her.
Forcing back her tears, Miyajima Tsubaki extended her delicate, white hand to take the gift, and softly said, "Th-thank you!"
"You're welcome. You're Rie-chan's elder, so it's all I should do."
Meeting Lin Chuan's sincere gaze, and seemingly infected by it, Miyajima Tsubaki slowly curved her lips into a gentle smile.
Soon after, Rie Kirisaki and the other person returned from the kitchen.
Seeing Tsubaki Miyajima's slightly red eyes, Mrs. Kirisaki looked suspicious: "Tsubaki, were you crying just now?"
When asked, Miyajima Tsubaki felt a slight panic at first, then nodded gently: "Yes! Lin Chuan-kun just told me about his experience, and I couldn't help myself."
"Oh~, what kind of experience?"
A moment later, upon learning that Lin Chuan's "parents" had both passed away, Mrs. Kirisaki looked at Lin Chuan with deep regret: "I'm sorry, Lin Chuan-kun."
Upon hearing this, Lin Chuan casually waved his hand and said, "It's all in the past now; we should look forward."
Upon hearing this, Miyajima Tsubaki felt a slight tremor in her heart. She felt that the other person was talking about both himself and her.
The endless suffering is about to pass, and she should try to look forward.
After lunch, Miyajima Tsubaki said she had things to take care of at home and got up to leave.
After all, Lin Chuan had previously said that there would be some intimate contact during the treatment, and she couldn't very well receive treatment at his mother-in-law's house.
Moreover, she didn't want others to know that she had a hidden illness.
Even if that person is your best friend.
After she left, Mrs. Kirisaki gave Rie Kirisaki a look before getting up and going back to her room, leaving the two young people alone.
Being alone with Lin Chuan, and recalling the "husband-taming techniques" her mother had taught her, as well as those embarrassing secrets of the bedroom, Kirisaki Rie felt her face flush...
Just then, a warm, large hand suddenly grasped her snow-white, soft hand.
Then, with a sudden burst of force, she uncontrollably plunged into that familiar embrace.
Along with the embrace came Lin Chuan's deep and magnetic voice: "Rie-chan, what did your aunt say to you privately before?"
As he spoke, a breath of hot air sprayed near the beauty's ear, causing her delicate body to tremble slightly.
"Didn't...didn't say anything?"
"Rie-chan isn't telling the truth~"
"Really..., um~"
In a magnificent bedroom, Mrs. Kirisaki pressed her ear tightly against the door.
Hearing the faint sounds coming from behind, a smile of maternal affection appeared on her face.
Looks like I won't be a grandma for long!
As dusk approached, in a courtyard covering nearly a thousand square meters with a strong Japanese style, Miyajima Tsubaki stood under a cherry blossom tree, lost in thought.
A gentle breeze swept by, stirring the cherry blossoms and the strands of hair around her ear.
Just then, a clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, rang in her ears: "Mom, what are you thinking about?"
Turning her head, she saw a pretty girl in a white kendo uniform, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips.
1.7 Reaching out to smooth the stray hairs sticking to her forehead, she said softly, "Sakura, you need to focus more on your studies and not just be obsessed with kendo."
"Okay! Okay! I understand~"
Seeing her daughter's perfunctory attitude, Miyajima Tsubaki, knowing that she had wasted her breath again, had a hint of helplessness in her beautiful eyes.
Then, she stopped dwelling on the topic and gently patted the other person's head a few times: "What would you like to eat tonight? I'll have the servants make it."
Upon hearing this, the girl wrapped her arms around his right arm and said coquettishly, "I want to eat the tempura you make, Mom, is that okay?"
As she spoke, her large, expressive eyes blinked repeatedly, as if they could speak.
Upon seeing this, Miyajima Tsubaki couldn't help but extend her snow-white, delicate hand and gently tap her little head: "Little glutton~".
Chapter 127 The Beginning of Treatment
As evening fell, in a Japanese-style bedroom, Miyajima Tsubaki lay on the tatami mat and took out the mugwort patch that Lin Chuan had given her earlier.
When you place it behind your navel, you can feel waves of heat emanating from it and flowing into your limbs and bones.
Experiencing a comfort even more intense than soaking in a hot spring, she couldn't help but let out a soft, indescribable whimper...
The next morning, a playful ray of sunlight shone through the crack and fell on Miyajima Tsubaki's fair and smooth face, which looked as white as a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.
Stimulated by this, the beauty blinked slightly, and then slowly opened her beautiful eyes, which were as clear as a mountain spring.
She stretched out her waist and felt incredibly comfortable all over.
Since contracting that strange illness, she hadn't slept this comfortably for a very, very long time.
Feeling the mugwort patch still radiating a slight warmth on her navel, Miyajima Tsubaki's eyes filled with anticipation.
Although Lin Chuan had accurately described her condition before, she still had some doubts in her heart.
But now, all doubts have vanished.
The fact that a single medicated patch could make me sleep comfortably all night suggests that the person must have some real skill.
Impatiently, she picked up the phone and dialed Lin Chuan's number.
Those who live in darkness yearn for light.
Lin Chuan's appearance was like a ray of light, making her want to chase after him and embrace him.
At the Kirisaki villa, Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the caller ID on the screen, which he had saved as "Patient Number One".
With her left hand gently stroking her cascading black hair, she picked up the phone with her right hand and pressed the answer button: "Okay! Okay! No problem, I'll be there in a bit."
After a brief conversation, Lin Chuan hung up the phone.
After casually brushing off Rie Kirisaki's curious gaze, he purchased a Traditional Chinese Medicine Mastery course from the system shop.
He may not know traditional Chinese medicine, but he has a systematic approach to it.