The Miracle Doctor's Wife is Not a Weak Lady!

“Young Master, Young Madam’s medical skills are so outstanding, but her background check did not mention this at all.” As long as it involved Mu Ci’s safety, Liu Ming was extremely careful.

Mu Ci was silent for a while. “Uncle Liu, just trust her.”

Liu Ming hesitated for a moment. “Young Master, do you still remember what Young Madam’s master looks like? Young Madam is young and we can’t find anything about her, but I’m sure we can find out something about her master, right?”

Mu Ci sighed softly. “Back then, Bei Shuo was only three years old. When I woke up and was bedridden, it was Bei Shuo who took care of me. After I recovered, only Bei Shuo accompanied me every day. She said that her master didn’t allow me to see her, so I never saw her master. Later, I told my grandfather that I wanted to take Bei Shuo home to raise her. By the time I returned, she and her master had already moved away.”

Liu Ming said, “Those who really have cultivation never asked for repayment of debts. The fate between people is really indescribable. I didn’t expect Young Madam to be the same girl you’ve been looking for all these years. Young Master, I think that perhaps we will have a glimmer of hope.”

Mu Ci was silent. “Uncle Liu, if anything happens… you must take good care of Bei Shuo for me.”

Liu Ming hurriedly said, “Young Master, you will definitely recover.”

“I’m back!” Bei Shuo pushed the door open happily.

“You’re awake! Look at how accurate my timing is!” Bei Shuo smiled and washed her hands again before starting to remove the needles.

Every time she removed a needle, Bei Shuo would look at the tip carefully.

“Young Madam, is there a problem?” Liu Ming could not help but ask.

“No, it’s fine.” Bei Shuo’s smile did not waver.

Bei Shuo put away the needle bag and gave Mu Ci another massage. Then, she pulled the blanket over him and covered him. “I just went to make soup for you. That Mrs. Zhang looks down on my culinary skills. You have to support me. You have to say that you like my soup later! Hmph!”

Mu Ci took her hand, smiled at the young girl’s youthful face, and nodded.

Bei Shuo was very happy. “You can sleep a little longer or chat with Uncle Liu. I have a fight to finish in the kitchen!”

She rolled up her sleeves and ran out like a gust of wind.

Mu Ci looked at her from behind with longing. Her vitality made his already dry heart flutter. He wished he did not have to die. He had once promised to accompany her for the rest of her life. He had already missed 17 years of her life. Now, he might not have the strength to protect her.

Liu Ming stood at the side in shock.

He had watched the young master grow up. Over the years, the consecutive unforeseen events had caused his temperament to change drastically. Everyone said that the young master of the Mu family was a business genius, but he was also a ruthless and cruel person. No matter if it was his uncles’ parents or brothers, he treated them equally and was never lenient. Although he had a peerless appearance, he was a strange person who did not get close to women.

Liu Ming had been secretly lamenting that his young master had a psychological problem. He had wanted to get him some psychology therapy, but he did not have the chance to bring it up. Unexpectedly, there was no need for that now.

A young madam who suddenly appeared solved all these problems.

Young Master looked at Young Madam with a gentleness that he had never seen before. After being forcefully massaged and treated with acupuncture by Young Madam, he did not throw her out. Instead, he held Young Madam’s hand affectionately.

From the looks of it, he did not have a problem with women. Instead, he had yet to find the right woman.

“Uncle Liu?” Mu Ci called him, and Liu Ming suddenly came back to his senses.

“I’m hungry,” Mu Ci said. “Let’s go downstairs.”

“Okay, okay!” Liu Ming quickly helped Mu Ci into the wheelchair. When Mu Ci stood up, he suddenly stopped moving.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?” Liu Ming hurriedly asked, his heart sinking.

Mu Ci shook his head gently and let Liu Ming help him into the wheelchair.

“Young Master, are you feeling unwell anywhere?” Liu Ming asked worriedly.

Mu Ci shook his head. “No. I’m good.”

It had never been better.

Only then did Liu Ming relax.

“Uncle Liu, I believe in Bei Shuo!” Mu Ci said softly.

He was willing to let Bei Shuo use him as a test subject to practice everything she had learned.

What else could he help her with? His life was hers, wasn’t it?

Bei Shuo proudly scooped a bowl of soup and brought it to Mu Ci. “Try my cooking.”

Mu Ci took the bowl. It was a bowl of mushroom soup with a fragrant smell.

Mrs. Zhang quickly brought a plate over. “Young Master, put some seasoning in.”

Mrs. Zhang had no choice but to place the plate beside Mu Ci’s hand. She forced a smile and said to Bei Shuo, “Young Madam, Young Master likes dishes with stronger flavors.”