great-warnovel Chapter 155 Old Seven tightened the cuff around her fair wrist, pressing it against her pulse; her v
Chapter 155 Old Seven tightened the cuff around her fair wrist, pressing it against her pulse; her v
"Well……"
When Magistrate Fang woke up, he felt a strange smell lingering around his nose.
It wasn't the musty smell of the county jail, nor the perfume smell of the brothel, but a smell that was intensely pungent yet strangely clean, making one feel uneasy—later he learned that it was the smell of high-concentration alcohol mixed with perilla extract.
"woke up?"
A cold voice, like a chill rising from a cellar, instantly jolted Magistrate Fang out of his daze.
He opened his eyes abruptly and found himself lying on a narrow, but snow-white, four-poster bed. Above him was a spotlight (a modified version of a biogas lamp), so bright that he had to squint.
And in the shadow of that light and shadow, stood a person.
Qin An, the seventh son of the Qin family.
Today he wore a white overcoat that reached his ankles. The fabric was crisp, spotless, and even a little dazzlingly white.
His collar was buttoned up tightly, and he wore a huge mask on his face, revealing only a pair of gloomy, dark eyes with bloodshot veins.
At this moment, those eyes were staring down at Magistrate Fang, as if they were staring at a frog waiting to be dissected.
"I see that Lord Fang's pulse is weak and his blood is flowing in reverse; I'm afraid... he's not far from death."
Qin An's voice came through the mask, sounding muffled but even more sinister.
As he spoke, he slowly and deliberately picked up a pair of thin, gossamer-thin... leather gloves from the tray beside him.
No, those are specially made rubber medical gloves by the Qin family.
"Smack."
The sound of rubber rebounding rang out crisply in the deathly silent room.
Magistrate Fang trembled with fright and nearly rolled off the bed: "Seventh Master Qin! I only fainted for a moment, is there really no need for such a big fuss?"
"faint?"
Qin An sneered, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain:
"If someone faints on my turf, they are my patient."
"If you're a patient, you have to follow my rules."
He turned around and took out an even stranger iron box from the cabinet behind him.
The box was opened, revealing a transparent glass tube filled with a silvery liquid.
Connected to the box was a black, snakeskin-like rubber strap and a black rubber ball.
"Give me your hand," Qin An commanded.
Magistrate Fang stared at the dark ribbon and swallowed hard. "What...what kind of torture device is this?"
"Torture instruments?" Qin An glanced at him, seemingly thinking that explaining was a waste of breath, and directly grabbed Magistrate Fang's wrist roughly, haphazardly wrapping the cold sleeve around his arm.
"This is a mercury sphygmomanometer. Let's check if your blood vessels... will burst."
"Explosion?!" Magistrate Fang was terrified.
Qin An ignored him completely, pinching the black rubber ball between his fingers and squeezing it rapidly.
"Pfft—Pfft—"
As the inflation sounded, Magistrate Fang felt a tightness in his arm, as if a giant python was tightly coiling around it, causing his entire arm to swell and go numb.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! It's broken! My hand is going to break!"
Qin An ignored him until the mercury column soared to a dangerous level, at which point he released the valve.
"snort."
He watched the receding mercury column, and coldly made a note in his notebook:
"Systolic blood pressure is 180. Mr. Fang, the blood vessels in your brain are more brittle than firecracker fuses. Stop looking at things you shouldn't be seeing, or one day 'bang'..."
He extended his long, pale fingers and made an explosion gesture in the air:
"You've become a rotten watermelon."
Magistrate Fang's face turned ashen. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
It's very light and soft.
It's like a cat stepping on a plush carpet.
Just moments ago, Qin An had a sinister look on his face, as if he were about to pull out a scalpel and kill someone. But the moment he heard the footsteps, his murderous aura vanished without a trace, like snow being baked by the sun.
"Rip—"
He ripped off the gloves that had just touched Magistrate Fang with lightning speed and threw them into the trash can at his feet without hesitation, as if they were contaminated with some kind of deadly poison.
Then, he pulled out a bottle of homemade hand sanitizer from his pocket and frantically scrubbed his hands until they were bright red.
"An'an?"
Su Wan pushed open the door and walked in.
She was still wearing that moon-white knitted dress, but her face still had a blush (from Qin Mo's "tutoring"), and her eyes looked a little wet and tired.
"Sister-in-law!"
Qin An strode forward to meet him, his once gloomy eyes now filled with tiny starlight, like a stray dog that had finally found its owner.
But he didn't touch her right away.
Instead, he held up his hands, which had just been disinfected and were still damp with alcohol, and gently circled them in the air, his tone aggrieved and cautious:
"Why did it take you so long, sister-in-law... I've been waiting for so long."
"Second brother...you're so mean."
"He's been monopolizing my sister-in-law for so long... We clearly agreed that this class was mine."
Seeing him like this, Su Wan's heart softened completely. She reached out and touched his soft black hair: "Something came up... An'an, are you treating Lord Fang?"
"I've finished watching it."
Qin An didn't even turn his head, completely ignoring Magistrate Fang:
"He's just having too much internal heat; he'll be fine after skipping a couple of meals."
"But my sister-in-law..."
His gaze lingered on Su Wan's face, a look of almost morbid infatuation and scrutiny. He leaned closer, his nose nearly touching Su Wan's forehead, his voice low and trembling:
"My sister-in-law's face is so red..."
"She's breathing so fast."
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"Come……"
With his hands, washed white and with icy fingertips, he gently took Su Wan's wrist and led her to the examination chair, which was specially prepared for her and covered with a thick cashmere cushion.
"Let me give my sister-in-law a thorough check-up."
Lying on the hospital bed next to him, Magistrate Fang felt like a superfluous decoration, not only superfluous but also quite glaring.
He watched helplessly as the same Qin Qiye who had treated him like a devil just moments before was now kneeling on one knee, carefully rolling up the sleeves of Madam Qin.
The movements were as gentle as if peeling a precious lychee.
"My sister-in-law's sleeves are too tight..."
Qin An whispered, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her cuffs and pushing the soft knitted fabric up little by little.
A section of her forearm, as white as snow, was exposed.
Under the glaring operating lights, the skin was so white it was almost transparent, and you could even clearly see the pale blue, winding, and fragile blood vessels beneath it.
Qin An's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
He stared at the severed arm, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes seemed to have deepened.
"It's so beautiful..."
He muttered to himself, his fingertip gently sliding along the bluish vein, causing Su Wan to shudder slightly.
"My sister-in-law's blood... flows right here."
"Was it because of me?"
"An'an, it itches..." Su Wan pulled her hand away.
"Don't move."
Qin An took out a brand new, unopened black rubber cuff from the tray.
That was specially made.
It was wider and made of a softer material than the one used for Magistrate Fang, and of course, it was also darker.
The intense visual impact caused even Magistrate Fang, who was watching from the sidelines, to hold his breath.
"Click".
The sound of a metal buckle locking.
Qin An wrapped the sleeve around her upper arm, but didn't inflate it immediately. Instead, he inserted his fingers into the gap between the sleeve and her skin to test its tightness.
"I'm going to begin."
He raised his head, his eyes gleaming with an almost fanatical light:
"Thump, thump, thump."
That's the rhythm of life struggling.
"Sister-in-law, look..."
As he spoke, he picked up the stethoscope hanging around his neck.
He warmed the cold metal probe in his palm until it gained warmth before slowly and carefully placing it on Su Wan's elbow crease, near the major artery.
"Shh-"
He held up a finger and pressed it to Su Wan's lips, signaling her to be quiet.
Then, he closed his eyes.
The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.
At the other end of that rubber tube, on his eardrum, a revelry was taking place that belonged only to him and her.
"Thump—thump—thump—"
The powerful heartbeat, carried by the stethoscope, struck Qin An's soul like a heavy hammer.
Every beat seemed to be saying to him: She is yours, she is yours.
Qin An's breathing began to quicken.
A sickly flush rose to his cheeks, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He wasn't just listening to the patient's heart.
He was resonating with her heart in this way.
"That sounds so nice..."
He murmured as if in a dream, his other hand moving uncontrollably to caress Su Wan's cheek, his thumb pressing against her trembling lips:
"It sounds better than any other piece of music."
"Sister-in-law, who's on your mind right now?"
"Is it... just me?"
As he asked, he slowly and gradually turned on the valve.
"what……"
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet consultation room, and also exceptionally...
It's intoxicating.
Magistrate Fang covered his ears tightly on the bed, buried his face in the quilt, and silently recited the Diamond Sutra a hundred times.
Sin!
This is hardly a blood pressure measurement.
This is clearly...flirting!
It's still that kind of flirting that's a little perverted and a little painful!
Qin An heard that soft moan.
His eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
In that instant, the possessiveness in his eyes was so intense it seemed to materialize.
A hot, wet kiss, imbued with a certain obsession, landed on that red mark.
"This is my mark."
He pressed his lips against her skin and mumbled indistinctly:
"It's like I want to lock my sister-in-law...into my body."
"Never...never let go."
Su Wan's arm went numb from his kisses, and the wet sensation made her flustered: "An'an, are you done? Lord Fang is still here..."
"He's faking his death."
Qin An raised his head, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and glanced contemptuously at Magistrate Fang, who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.
He slowly took off his stethoscope and hung it back around his neck.
Then, he reverted to his aloof, gloomy, and unapproachable demeanor.
Aside from the lingering sparks in his eyes when he looked at Su Wan, there was still a hint of anger in them.
"My sister-in-law is in good health."
He helped Su Wan pull her sleeves down again, buttoning them up one by one, his movements as meticulous as if he were packaging a precision instrument.
"My heart is beating a little fast."
"But it's okay."
"As long as you're by my side... hurry up, I can catch it too."
He turned around and took out an exquisite glass bottle from the medicine cabinet, which contained a few pink sugar pills.
"This is a reward for my sister-in-law."
"Hawthorn pills, they're good for stimulating the appetite."
He poured out one and fed it directly to Su Wan's lips.
My fingertips inevitably touched her lips.
Qin An did not dodge, but instead took the opportunity to press on the soft lips before withdrawing his hand.
"Sister-in-law, go eat."
"I heard that tonight... Third Brother came up with something new."
"I think it's called... conveyor belt hot pot?"