“Kidney essence deficiency, kidney qi insufficiency.”
As these eight1Eight in raw but six words when translated. words came out of the person in front of him, Bai Mu Ning’s face flushed with anger. His brows furrowed tightly, biting his lip to hide his temper.
This little temper of his really couldn’t stand others slandering him.
The man clearly had a handsome face and looked as warm and gentle as jade—so how could he say something so cold?
To put it simply, those eight words meant kidney deficiency. And wasn’t that just another way of saying he was incapable?
How was he incapable?
Bai Mu Ning felt wronged for himself; he was perfectly fine.
At twenty years old, he was in his prime, strong-boned, full of vitality, and brimming with energy. How could he possibly be deficient?
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Wen Jing cast him a glance, unfazed by this kind of questioning. He calmly said, “Switch hands.”
His voice was low, magnetic, and rich; an alluring male scum voice. But at the end of his sentence, there was a faint hum, as if he was deliberately making a point.
Bai Mu Ning still obediently extended his left wrist.
Slightly cool fingertips landed on his skin, pressing down with noticeable weight.
Bai Mu Ning’s gaze fell on Wen Jing’s three fingers. As the pressure deepened, his eyes slowly moved upward, finally settling on Wen Jing’s face.
Wen Jing wasn’t wearing a mask, so his entire handsome face was fully visible.
His eyebrows were thick and neatly shaped, as if meticulously groomed.
A pair of phoenix eyes was particularly eye-catching, eyes that carried a distinctly elegant classical oriental beauty. They exuded a refined aura, a natural mix of chivalry and tenderness.
Bai Mu Ning suddenly recalled the TV shows he used to watch as a child. Every great martial hero always had eyes like these.
It was just that Wen Jing’s gaze lacked the softness of those heroes. It carried a hint of detachment instead, a careful balance between gentleness and indifference. The warmth in his eyes was just a thin disguise, barely veiling the coldness beneath.
The alarm bells in Bai Mu Ning’s mind rang. A smiling tiger shouldn’t be provoked. This type of person was shrewd, intelligent, and undoubtedly scheming. An absolute black-bellied dog. He needed to tread carefully.
Reining in his thoughts, Bai Mu Ning took a closer look and suddenly noticed something missing between Wen Jing’s brows.
Where was the small mole?
There was clearly a small mole on the photo?
Wen Jing on the opposite side seemed lost in thought, remaining silent.
A silent traditional Chinese doctor was even more terrifying, especially one wearing a hard-to-put-into-words expression. Every now and then, he even clicked his tongue, as if about to deliver a life-threatening diagnosis.
It can’t be a terminal illness!
That would be way worse than kidney deficiency!
Bai Mu Ning’s arrogant skepticism from earlier vanished in an instant. With fear and trepidation, he watched Wen Jing, not daring to miss a single change in his expression.
As if he had teased enough, Wen Jing finally spoke.
“Staying up all night?”
Scared him.
Bai Mu Ning let out a breath of relief and thought about it. He got a full eight hours of sleep every day. How could that count as staying up late?
“Not staying up.”
“Exercise?”
Did the distance from his bed to the bathroom not count as exercise?
He considered it exercise as long as it was moving.
“Exercising.”
Wen Jing paused for a moment, then withdrew his fingers, leaned back in his chair, and gave Bai Mu Ning a somewhat helpless smile.
Wen Jing’s smile was intriguing, Bai Mu Ning asked, “Dr. Wen, what’s wrong with me? Do I have some kind of illness?”
Bai Mu Ning automatically ignored the whole kidney deficiency issue—he absolutely refused to acknowledge that. There had to be some other explanation.
A man couldn’t afford to be incapable. This was his last stubbornness.
Wen Jing pulled out a tissue and carefully wiped his fingers, his tone neither good nor bad as he said, “Is being stubborn considered an illness?”
He raised a brow at him, his eyes filled with warmth, but his words were anything but gentle.
Bai Mu Ning froze. Was this shading him?
After finishing with the tissue, Wen Jing tossed it into the trash and said coldly, “Sorry, there’s no cure for stubbornness. Maybe try another clinic?”
Bai Mu Ning: “…?”
This man was poisonous, right?
Bai Mu Ning was so angry that he got up and left. But the moment his hand touched the doorknob, he came to his senses again.
What was the point of leaving? What was the point of being angry? He wasn’t actually here for a diagnosis. If he left now, he’d lose his chance to get close to his target.
Bai Mu Ning was a Mistress Deterrent Consultant, primarily helping employers resolve relationship issues.
Don’t look at his young age, he had been in the business for over two years and can be said to be experienced.
Last week, he had taken on a big order. The employer was wealthy and generous, with only one request: seduce the male mistress and make him fall for someone else—anything to keep him away from their lover.
Bai Mu Ning usually refused jobs that involved seduction and emotional deception, but the employer offered an absurd amount of money. Turning it down would’ve felt downright ungrateful.
Besides, he had always wanted to save money to buy a house. With this job, he’d be one step closer to his goal.
It was just that he never accepted a case without first verifying the facts.
There was no shortage of people who messed things up in this world. If someone was twisting the truth, he could end up taking the fall.
So before agreeing to the job, he had to investigate, confirm the situation’s authenticity, and assess the difficulty of the task.
And the traditional Chinese doctor who had just examined him, Wen Jing, was his target. A consulting doctor at Sanwen Hall.
The employer didn’t know much about the target and only had two key details: a photo and a profession.
Using just that, Bai Mu Ning had tracked the target down, confirmed his identity, and approached him to gauge the situation.
Who would’ve thought this person’s mouth was very poisonous? He was nothing like his gentle and reserved demeanor suggested, nor did he match the warm, tender smile he often wore.
He looked refined and kind on the surface, but in fact, ah, completely black-belly!
This wasn’t Bai Mu Ning questioning his medical skills, Wen Jing had retaliated without hesitation, clearly not the type to suffer even the smallest loss.
Bai Mu Ning reminded himself—this was all for the money. He just had to endure it.
Standing by the door, he took a few deep breaths before regaining his composure. Then, he returned to his seat and silently fixed his gaze on Wen Jing.
He didn’t speak—he was locked in a battle of wills.
Wen Jing, as if he had expected him to come back, calmly lifted his eyelids and said, “Do you believe me now?”
“…?”
Sure enough, it was intentional.
Bai Mu Ning felt stifled, unwilling to accept it, but since he needed to get close to Wen Jing, he could only swallow his pride and nod, admitting he was incapable.
The pain was unbearable. It felt like a knife had been driven into his chest, and he wasn’t even allowed to pull it out.
His heart felt stuffy. This male mistress wasn’t easy to deal with ah!
Wen Jing curled his lips into a faint smile, picked up a fountain pen, and began writing a prescription.
The ink was black, and his handwriting was bold and forceful—clear and legible, unlike other doctors whose scrawls were completely indecipherable.
He didn’t forget to give a few words of advice as he wrote. “During this period of time, you have to eat a light diet. No spicy or greasy foods. Don’t stay up late, and make sure to get proper exercise.”
“It’s easy to recover at your age.”
Bai Mu Ning looked up, feeling indignant. He wanted to argue, ‘Is there even a chance you actually misdiagnosed me?’
How could someone in the prime of their youth be kidney deficient?
However, Wen Jing, who had been focused on his writing, as if he had eyes on his forehead, said, “Don’t be stubborn. Your body really is on the weaker side.”
Finishing the last character, he handed the prescription to Bai Mu Ning and added, “Anything after 10 p.m. counts as staying up late. Even if you sleep for eight hours, it’s still considered staying up late.”
“And the distance from the bed to the toilet doesn’t count as exercise.”
Bai Mu Ning was completely dumbfounded. Is this guy a worm in his stomach? How does he know exactly what he was thinking?
Moreover, everything Wen Jing said was the things he often did and thought it was reasonable.
Did he really figure all this out just from taking my pulse?
Bai Mu Ning had no choice but to be completely convinced. There really are no secrets in front of a traditional Chinese doctor.
Just as he was still reeling from shock, Wen Jing added in a serious tone, “Young man, stop relying on your hand all the time. Fall in love!”
Bai Mu Ning: “…?”
His head instantly dropped, and he was ashamed with no face to show. He should never have doubted the Chinese medicine doctor’s ability. Now he had a sense of powerlessness of suffering the consequences of his own actions.
The most crucial thing was what Wen Jing said was absolutely right.
Wen Jing looked like he had more to say, but Bai Mu Ning, looking pitiful, caved instantly. “Dr. Wen, I was wrong. I’m begging you, stop stripping me bare, at least leave me with some pair of pants!”
Wen Jing frowned slightly, paused for a second, then said, “I was just going to tell you that you can go pick up your medicine now.”
Bai Mu Ning: “…?”
Got terrified too soon.
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Walking out of the consultation room, utterly defeated, Bai Mu Ning took the prescription Wen Jing had written and headed to the payment counter.
Wen Jing had prescribed seven doses which could be taken for a week. He could either have the medicine brewed at the clinic for an additional fee or take it home to prepare himself.
The medicine will be sealed in a bag, so it’s convenient to heat it up when drinking it.
Glancing at the bill, Bai Mu Ning saw that the total was just over 200 yuan. He thought to himself, Wen Jing may have a poisonous mouth, but at least his heart wasn’t black. This price was actually pretty reasonable.
He has always been very poor and was used to budgeting carefully. His impression of hospitals could be summed up in one word: expensive. He always felt that a simple cold would cost at least a thousand yuan to treat.
But now, here he was at a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, getting treatment for kidney deficiency for just over 200 yuan. A sudden sense of happiness washed over him—he could actually afford to see a doctor now.
While waiting for his medicine to be brewed, Bai Mu Ning started analyzing his interaction with Wen Jing.
Wen Jing gave off the impression of being gentle and kind, but deep down, he wasn’t gentle at all—on the contrary, he was rather cold and indifferent.
Would someone with this kind of personality really get emotionally entangled with someone to the point of being unwilling to let go? Would he actually be willing to be a male mistress?
He felt that Wen Jing was the type of person who, if you broke up with him, would just say got it and move on without a second thought.
Bai Mu Ning now had a giant question mark on his head, and he suspected that he had the wrong person.
But then, how could he explain the photo and profession?
Bai Mu Ning glanced toward the payment counter, where a friendly-looking young lady was handling transactions. So Bai Mu Ning went over to inquire about the information.
“Xiao Jiejie,3It can mean “young lady” or “miss” and is often used in a friendly or admiring tone. do you play this game too? Which server are you on?” Bai Mu Ning had noticed some game-related merchandise on her computer desktop, so he used that as a conversation to draw a close relationship.
The young lady smiled at him. “You like it too? I’m in East District Three.”
After chatting about the game for a bit, Bai Mu Ning added her on WeChat and even arranged to duo queue with her sometime.
And that’s when he took the opportunity to ask, “Jiejie, is Dr. Wen an only child?”
“You child, asking an interesting question. Most people just want to know if Dr. Wen has a partner. You’re a funny one.” The young lady set down her phone and scrutinized Bai Mu Ning, “Spill it, what’s your intention?”
Bai Mu Ning had asked the question mainly to rule out the possibility of Wen Jing having a lookalike brother. But he had to admit, the question was a bit abrupt. Now he had to come up with a reason to cover for it.
Bai Mu Ning scratched his head and said, “I think I’ve met Dr. Wen before, but he didn’t give off the same vibe when I interacted with him. So I was wondering if I might’ve met the wrong person and that I actually met Dr. Wen’s brother.”
“Dr. Wen doesn’t have a brother, just a younger sister. We’ve all met her. She’s a particularly cute young lady.”
Bai Mu Ning let out an oh, thanked her, and went to sit in the waiting area for his medicine.
Now, he could rule out the possibility of mistaken identity due to look-alike brother. But something still didn’t sit right with him.
Not long after, he saw two people in white coats walking by. One of them was Wen Jing.
The man beside him looked about the same age as Bai Mu Ning, a little shorter and much more energetic. He was tugging on Wen Jing’s arm, saying, “Hurry up and tell me. How are things with you and that boyfriend?”
Likes men. Sexual orientation confirmed.
Wen Jing’s voice was too low for Bai Mu Ning to catch what he said, but judging by his companion’s expression, it must’ve been something shocking.
The man dramatically covered his mouth in disbelief. “Then, does that mean you’re the third party?”
“And you’re still with him? Bro, I never pegged you for such a love brain.”
As the two walked farther away, their conversation faded beyond Bai Mu Ning’s hearing.
But one thing was now certain, this job would be taken. Wen Jing was the third party in someone else’s relationship.
Sitting in the waiting area, Bai Mu Ning pulled out his phone and sent a message to his employer.
[Bai Mu Ning: Mr. Zhou, hello.4This was a polite greeting. I’ll take the job.]
Author’s Notes:
Wen Jing’s boyfriend situation is a misunderstanding.
Translator’s Notes: Hi! New pit! I had fun reading this and wanted to share it with you guys! There’s a bit of drama here and there and some craziness… welp. I won’t indulge more. I hope you’ll like it! Next chapter update will be next week! Thanks <3
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