Mu Anhan, in the identity of Quan Bing, was also portrayed as a cool and aloof character. Only in this way could she avoid getting close to anyone and not easily slip up.
Mu Shaochen invited her to sit on the sofa, "Would you like something to drink?"
"I brought my own water. Let’s start the treatment first." Mu Anhan’s time was precious, as Gu Xiaozhan could seek her out at any time.
Mu Shaochen nodded, "Alright."
"Lie down on the bed!" Mu Anhan opened her backpack and took out her tools.
Mu Shaochen maneuvered his wheelchair to the side of the bed, using both hands to support his entire body weight. Although he had worked out regularly since the car accident, he could only exercise his upper body.
The weight of a grown man, attempting to move easily onto the bed without the use of his legs, was no easy task.
Mu Anhan watched beads of sweat appear on his forehead. She wanted to step forward and help him, "Mr. Mu..."
"No need." Mu Shaochen, cool and noble in front of others, ruthlessly refused.
Additionally, his expression was one that kept people at a great distance. He was disabled, but did not need anyone’s pity or disdain.
Mu Anhan grasped the silver needle, standing still.
She knew her third brother had a strong sense of pride, never wishing for help even from familiar people.
Despite his limited mobility, he wanted to live by his own strength, living with dignity and value.
Mu Shaochen lay in bed, trying to calm himself, but still had to catch his breath.
Mu Anhan looked down, feeling a deep pain for her third brother, but dared not show her emotions.
Mu Anhan put on gloves, lightly placing her hands on his legs. The men of the Mu Family all had long legs, but sadly, the car accident left many scars on Mu Shaochen’s legs, which could no longer move.
She slowly inserted the silver needles into his legs.
After applying the needles, Mu Anhan looked again at Mu Shaochen. He lay quietly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Mr. Mu, don’t move yet. I’ll go drink some water and come back to remove the needles in a while." Mu Anhan stood up and walked outside.
Her nose felt a twinge, and her eyes turned red.
If she didn’t step out now, she feared she would start crying.
She took a tissue and walked to the window, her back to the bedroom, so Mu Shaochen wouldn’t see her about to cry.
The door opened, and Tang Haolang came in carrying two bags.
"Little Divine Doctor, so soon?" Upon seeing her, he set the bags down and ran over.
Mu Anhan composed herself, cleared her throat lightly, "Mm."
Tang Haolang stared intently, thinking she really was stunning! Probably even more attractive than most women!
"How’s Shao Chen?" Tang Haolang was met with a fierce glare and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Mu Anhan tried to maintain a calm tone, "He is more severe than Li Qivi."
Tang Haolang, of course, was aware, "Can he stand again?"
"Are you doubting my medical skills?" Mu Anhan retorted.
"How dare I?" Tang Haolang laughed, "I was instructed by the madam to serve as a humble servant for the Little Divine Doctor. If you need anything, just ask."
"Squeeze two cups of orange juice, and don’t add water." Mu Anhan didn’t hesitate to order him around.
"Yes!" Tang Haolang, having bought two bags of fruit, immediately busied himself in the kitchen.
Seeing him so skilled, Mu Anhan thought he must have taken care of Mu Shaochen quite a bit!