Chapter 7: 7. Chapter 7: A Useless Hand

Chapter 7: A Crippled Hand

Nalan Jinnian saw the person on the big grey wolf’s back, and his long, slender peach-blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at Wen Nuan coldly, his expression dark and heavy, faintly revealing a sharp, chilling glint.

It’s him!

The man who saved the original owner! Wen Nuan recognized him at a glance from the original owner’s memories.

Well, it was simply because this man was so incredibly good-looking that he left a deep impression in the original owner’s memories.

Wen Nuan met his intimidating gaze, climbed off the wolf’s back unhurriedly, and pointed at the big grey wolf. "It insisted on bringing me here, saying it was to treat a family member."

The fact that he could step in to save someone that day proved that this man wasn't a bad person.

Even if his aura was terrifying, Wen Nuan was not afraid.

The corner of Nalan Jinnian’s mouth twitched.

Treat a family member?

Who is a wolf’s family member!

This girl was taking a roundabout way to insult him!

Lowering his eyes, his intimidating gaze fell upon the big grey wolf, his tone unfriendly

"Da Hui?"

If it didn't explain properly why it brought a woman back, he would be eating wolf meat tonight!

As the man shifted his body, Wen Nuan immediately noticed that his right hand was hanging unnaturally at his side.

It was crippled!

The big grey wolf sat down, moved its right front paw, lifted it, pointed at Wen Nuan, and then put it down. Then, it lifted its left front paw to point at Nalan Jinnian’s right hand, before placing its right front paw over its left.

Wen Nuan’s mouth twitched.

She understood!

It was using body language to express that she could heal the hand of this dangerous man before her!

No wonder when he saved the original owner back then, he had grabbed her by the back of her collar like an eagle snatching a chick, hauled her onto the shore, and tossed her directly onto the riverbank.

Nalan Jinnian understood as well, but he was very skeptical.

He also recognized this young girl as the one who had jumped into the river to commit suicide that day.

She looked frail and sickly; could she help him heal his hand?

But Da Hui had never been a wolf to speak nonsense.

"Da Hui says you can heal my hand."

As his gaze fell back onto Wen Nuan, she felt an invisible sense of oppression. She subconsciously denied it: "No."

The big grey wolf looked at her with grievance: How could you tell a lie with your eyes wide open!

Wen Nuan ignored its gaze; she was the one who had been fooled by its gaze in the first place!

She thought she was entering a wolf’s den, but who knew...

Entering a human’s den was even more terrifying than a wolf’s den!

This man was clearly someone not to be trifled with!

Her "purple energy" could not be known by anyone other than herself; otherwise, in this feudal, superstitious ancient era, it would be a huge trouble.

Nalan Jinnian narrowed his eyes: She didn't want to help him heal his hand!

"You are lying."

"I am not."

Just then, an eagle flew down from the sky, its beak clutching a pheasant.

It placed the pheasant at Wen Nuan’s feet, then flew a nimble circle around her and let out a cry.

It was like asking for credit, and also like repaying a debt of gratitude.

Wen Nuan couldn't bear to look; the evidence had arrived!

She never imagined that one day she would be sold out by an eagle!

Nalan Jinnian saw the eagle flying so nimbly, his eyes flickered, and he stared at Wen Nuan without blinking.

The big grey wolf’s eyes lit up. It looked at the eagle, then stared at Wen Nuan without blinking.

The meaning of the man and the beast was clear: How do you explain this eagle?

The slap in the face came too quickly; Wen Nuan felt her face sting a little.

Could this eagle that had gained sentience also be raised by him?

Nalan Jinnian called out: "Xiao Hei."

The eagle immediately flew in front of Nalan Jinnian and landed on the jade table.

Wen Nuan felt like dying; why did she have to be a busybody and save an eagle!

Nalan Jinnian stroked the eagle’s wing: "Your wing was healed by her?"

The eagle nodded.

Nalan Jinnian raised an eyebrow and looked at Wen Nuan.

Wen Nuan’s face darkened. Was this demon eagle repaying a debt or seeking revenge?

Fortunately, animals couldn't talk and wouldn't reveal that she possessed purple energy.

Besides, her grandfather in her past life was a titan of the medical world, and she had inherited some true teachings; even without using purple energy, she could help him detoxify.

Otherwise, if the existence of the purple energy were discovered, it would be troublesome later.

"I can try, but I cannot guarantee that I can heal your hand."

Nalan Jinnian looked at Wen Nuan, his brows cold and distant, and said faintly: "Young lady, how should a life-saving grace be repaid?"

Wen Nuan knew she couldn't escape it, and since it was a debt of gratitude, she didn't intend to hide.

"Humans and animals are different. The poison in the eagle was very trace, but for your hand, I need to examine it first."

"In that case, I will trouble you, young lady," Nalan Jinnian said without ceremony.

His right hand had been completely devoid of sensation for over a year, and even Feng Nianchen hadn't thought of a way to fix it.

Xiao Hei liked to eat medicine, and Feng Nianchen used it as a "medicine eagle." Its wing had been poisoned when Feng Nianchen let it test a toxin to develop an antidote.

It was just a prick with a needle tip dipped in toxic blood, but even though the toxin was trace, it had made the wing sluggish.

This showed how overbearing the poison was.

Now that the girl before him could neutralize the poison in Xiao Hei’s wing, it meant she could also neutralize the residual poison in his right hand.

But how could a little girl like her know how to detoxify?

At this moment, Steward Yuan ran over, panting: "Master, please forgive me. This servant didn't know Da Hui would bring someone back, which is why I opened the gate. I will take this young lady away now."

Nalan Jinnian waved his hand to signal him to step aside: "It’s fine. Da Hui brought her here to treat my hand."

Treat his hand?

Her?

Steward Yuan froze for a moment.

He thought he had misheard.

As he stepped aside, he couldn't help but glance at Wen Nuan.

This girl was as thin as a bean sprout, wearing coarse hemp clothes that were not only covered in patches but also far too short—clearly a child of the villagers down the mountain. She probably didn't even know a single character; did she know medicine?

Steward Yuan didn't believe it one bit—no, not even one ten-thousandth.

He didn't know what she was plotting, so he had to keep a close eye on her.

"Young lady, you may begin," Nalan Jinnian said.

Wen Nuan ignored Steward Yuan’s suspicion; well, suspicion was normal.

She walked into the pavilion and sat down opposite Nalan Jinnian: "Young Master, please place your left hand on the table so I can take your pulse."

Seeing this, Steward Yuan immediately interrupted: "Wait, don't you need a pulse pillow?"

Taking a pulse just like that, without any preparation—did she even know what she was doing?

Wen Nuan glanced at Steward Yuan: "No need. That is just an auxiliary tool; it doesn't matter whether it’s there or not."

"But..."

Steward Yuan wanted to say more, but Nalan Jinnian gave him a cold look, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Nalan Jinnian placed his hand on the white jade tabletop.

The man’s hand was very fair, his fingers long, clean, and clearly articulated, curled in a sexy manner.

This hand was truly beautiful! It could go be a hand model.

Seeing her just staring at his hand, Nalan Jinnian coughed: "Young lady, please!"

Wen Nuan snapped back to reality, feeling a wave of embarrassment. She straightened her face and said solemnly: "A physician focuses on looking, listening, asking, and feeling the pulse."

Nalan Jinnian didn't speak.

Steward Yuan glared at Wen Nuan and quickly pulled out a clean white handkerchief to cover Nalan Jinnian’s wrist.

Wen Nuan: "..."

Was he worried she would take advantage of him?

Wen Nuan felt awkward, but she didn't say anything. She placed her fingertips on his pulse.

By comparison, her own hand was so thin it was just skin and bone, like a chicken claw!

Even if it was a chicken claw, it was a Baiyun chicken claw! Quite white—pale white!

What are you thinking about! Wen Nuan quickly gathered her thoughts and focused on taking the pulse.

A minute later, Wen Nuan signaled for him to place his other hand on the table.

Nalan Jinnian’s body stiffened: "No need, my right hand has no sensation."

"Whether it has sensation or not is for me to decide."

Nalan Jinnian didn't move. Well, his hand couldn't move, and he didn't want to use his left hand to lift his right hand and place it in front of her.

That looked too stupid!

"I have to see it to know how to treat it. If you don't want to be treated, then forget it," Wen Nuan said, her small face stern.

Steward Yuan’s expression changed, and he barked: "Audacious!"