The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

The moxa sticks, wrapped in mulberry paper, are dark brown in color and have a faint aroma of moxa. There is also a small moxibustion box, a few silver needles, and a small jar of warm moxa essential oil. "First, apply some moxa essential oil and massage the acupoints, then use the moxibustion box for warm moxibustion. It's not hot, and it's not noisy, so it won't disturb the young girl's rest."

Jason quickly arranged the things and moved a low stool to the bedside. Old Chen sat down, took a little mugwort essential oil, rubbed it in his palm to warm it, and then gently lifted the thin blanket covering Shen Qingyao's lower abdomen. He gently placed his fingertips on the Guanyuan acupoint three inches below her navel, and then moved to the Guilai acupoints on both sides. His movements were very gentle, carrying the warmth of his palm and the light fragrance of mugwort.

As he massaged the acupoints, Old Chen said softly, "Young lady, relax a bit. Massaging these acupoints will make the moxibustion more effective."

Shen Qingyao responded softly, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed Meng Jiangyu standing to the side, his gaze fixed on her.

After massaging for about twenty minutes, Old Chen stopped. The mugwort essential oil in his palm had been completely absorbed. Shen Qingyao felt a warm sensation in her lower abdomen, and the pain had lessened considerably.

Old Chen took the moxa stick, lit one end, and a wisp of pale blue smoke rose up, carrying a rich but not pungent aroma of moxa that filled the entire bedroom. He put the burning moxa stick into the moxibustion box, adjusted the temperature, wrapped the moxibustion box with a soft cotton cloth, and gently placed it on Shen Qingyao's Guanyuan acupoint. He also placed a small portable moxibustion device on the other side of her Guilai acupoint and secured it.

Old Chen reached out and covered Shen Qingyao with a thin blanket, protecting the moxibustion box inside. "Twenty minutes of warm moxibustion will improve blood circulation and relieve the abdominal pain."

The warmth from the moxibustion box seeped through the cotton cloth, not like the surface heat of a hand warmer, but seeped into the skin little by little, drilling into the body along the acupoints, warm and cozy. The lower abdomen, which had been slightly aching, now felt warm, and even the soreness in the waist and abdomen had lessened considerably.

Shen Qingyao's eyelids gradually grew heavy, and weariness crept in.

As the moxibustion time slowly passed, the aroma of moxa filled the room, becoming increasingly rich, and the warm sensation gradually seeped into the body.

Mr. Chen checked the temperature of the moxibustion box from time to time and adjusted its position to ensure the temperature was just right. After twenty minutes, he gently removed the moxibustion box, extinguished the moxa stick, and gently wiped her lower abdomen with a clean cotton cloth, his movements still gentle.

"Alright, the moxibustion is over. Little girl, rest well today. Don't get out of bed and walk around. Drink some millet porridge or brown sugar and red date porridge. Avoid cold foods and spicy foods."

As he spoke, Old Chen took out paper and pen from his medical kit, sat down to the side, picked up the pen and wrote a prescription. His handwriting was strong and vigorous, and he was very careful with every stroke. After he finished writing, he handed it to Meng Jiangyu: "Mr. Meng, get the medicine according to this prescription, decoct it and have the little girl drink it warm, twice a day, after meals. It will warm and promote blood circulation, soothe the liver and dispel cold."

Meng Jiangyu took the prescription, carefully put it away, and stood up to say to Old Chen, "Thank you, Old Chen. You've worked hard. Jason will take you home."

"Mr. Meng, you're too kind," Old Chen waved his hand, packed up his medical kit, "It's a doctor's duty. I'm glad the young lady is alright."

Jason was already waiting outside. He respectfully took Old Chen's medical kit and saw Old Chen off.

When Meng Jiangyu returned to the bedroom, Shen Qingyao was sleeping soundly. He walked to the bedside, bent down and tucked the blanket around her.

The sky outside the window is very blue, the clouds are light, the sunlight is warm, and the room is filled with the fragrance of mugwort.

When Shen Qingyao woke up, it was already night, and the room was pitch black. "Ayu."

Meng Jiangyu was outside handling work when he heard the noise and came in. He saw that Shen Qingyao's complexion had visibly improved. "Baby, how are you feeling now?"

"I feel better, I'm hungry."

"The porridge is ready." Meng Jiangyu walked to the bedside and placed the porridge on the bedside table.

Meng Jiangyu reached out to test the temperature of the bowl, confirming it was just right, and then gently stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon.

The white porcelain spoon touched the side of the bowl, making a soft tinkling sound.

The porridge was cooked perfectly. The plump rice grains absorbed the sweet aroma of brown sugar and red dates, each one full and soft. The red dates were cooked until soft and mushy. The thick porridge soup had a light amber color, and the rising steam carried a sweet warmth that reached Shen Qingyao's nose.

She leaned forward slightly, reaching for the spoon, but Meng Jiangyu gently pressed her wrist down.

"Don't move, I'll feed you." His voice was low and gentle, with an undeniable tenderness. He gently brushed aside the stray hairs that fell beside her cheek with his fingertips, letting her lean back on the soft pillow. "Just lie there quietly."

Seeing his serious expression, Shen Qingyao couldn't hide the smile on her lips. She obediently leaned back against the soft pillow, letting him take care of her, only raising her eyes to look at him without blinking.

The light fell on his profile, outlining his defined brow bone and jawline. His long eyelashes cast soft shadows under his eyelids, and he held a white porcelain spoon with gentle movements.

Meng Jiangyu scooped up a spoonful of porridge, brought it to his lips and blew on it gently to make sure the temperature wouldn't burn her, before handing the spoon to her lips.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste. If it's too sweet or too bland, I'll have the kitchen make it again."

Shen Qingyao opened her mouth and put the porridge in her mouth. The soft and sticky rice grains melted on her tongue, mixed with the sweetness of red dates and the light warmth of brown sugar. It slid down her throat into her stomach, warming her all the way to her lower abdomen, and a warm feeling rose in her heart.

She chewed gently, swallowed, and looked at him with a smile: "It's delicious, the sweetness is just right, the porridge is also sticky and fragrant."

Only after receiving her approval did Meng Jiangyu's smile slightly appear in his eyes. His brows relaxed, and he scooped up another spoonful, blowing on it to cool it down before bringing it to her lips. He repeated the action gently and patiently.

As Shen Qingyao drank her porridge, watching his focused expression, she felt a warmth in her heart, and a faint soreness rose in her nose. It wasn't sadness, but rather the touching feeling of being cherished.

The bowl of porridge was quickly emptied. Shen Qingyao felt full and warm in her lower abdomen. Her complexion was much rosier than before, and her lips were tinged with a light pink.

Meng Jiangyu put down the empty bowl, took out a tissue to wipe her lips, reached out and touched her lower abdomen, his palm pressed against her warm skin, and gently rubbed it: "If you feel uncomfortable, tell me."

"It feels so good." Shen Qingyao shook her head, reached out and hugged his neck, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and said in a soft voice with a slight nasal tone, "It's so good to have you here."

Her hair brushed against his neck, carrying a faint scent of mugwort. Her warm breath fell on his skin. Meng Jiangyu reached out and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. He patted her back gently with his palm, his movements tender. "Silly girl, I should have been here."

His voice was deep and filled with affection as he whispered in her ear, "From now on, no matter when, if you're not feeling well, just call me and I'll be there. I won't let you bear it all alone."

This was his promise.

Shen Qingyao leaned against him, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his palms, and smelling the crisp cedar scent on his neck. She felt calm and warm inside.

She nodded gently, burying her face even deeper, like a kitten that had found its harbor, lingering in his embrace.

Meng Jiangyu held her like that, sitting on the edge of the bed, without saying a word, just gently patting her back.

After a while, Shen Qingyao leaned against him, her eyelids gradually becoming heavy, and drowsiness washed over her again. She yawned softly, nuzzled his neck, and said in a sleepy voice, "Ayu, I'm a little sleepy."

"Sleep if you're sleepy," Meng Jiangyu said, lowering his head to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head. His voice was incredibly soft. "Shall I hold you while we sleep?"

Shen Qingyao softly hummed in agreement, then closed her eyes, leaned against him, and her breathing gradually became shallow and even as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Her brows were relaxed, and a faint smile lingered on her lips; she must have been having a sweet dream.

Meng Jiangyu held her in his arms, looking down at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms. The tenderness in his eyes was so deep that it could not be melted away. His fingertips gently brushed across her eyebrows and eyes, his movements gentle.