Chapter 490: Mu Wanrou's Illness

es narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in them. With a flick of his foot, he picked up an iron rod from the ground and caught it. Then, with a swift sweep, the iron rod whistled through the air,...Chapter 490: Mu Wanrou's Condition (1/2)

After An Ruomei left, only Ye Junlang and Mu Wanrou remained in the room.

Looking at Mu Wanrou's pale and beautiful face, he opened his mouth and said, "Aunt Mu, you should try to relax yourself as much as possible, and don't overthink it." 。If you can relax, it will be much better. 。Mu Wanrou gritted her teeth, her willow eyebrows furrowed tightly, as if bearing some pain with great effort. 。

Ye Junlang also knew that what he said was easy, but it was very difficult for Mu Wanrou to do. He had never experienced this kind of mental illness, but he had seen similar cases of post-traumatic stress disorder. Some were purely mental, and when they attacked, they also experienced splitting headaches, hallucinations, and even self-harming behaviors.

Even in this situation, Ye Junlang was helpless. He could only try his best to find some lighthearted topics to distract Mu Wanrou's attention, which would make her feel a little better. 。

Suddenly——

"Ah!!"

Mu Wanrou's tightly pursed lips let out a pained cry she couldn't bear, for a surge of intense pain, like a tidal wave, rushed in, completely shattering her rationality. Her scalp went numb, her eyes glazed over, her face pale as death, and beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

She cried out in agony, instinctively reaching up to grab her hair as if she wanted to tear it all out. 。"Aunt Mu, calm down!" Ye Junlang's heart tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to grab Mu Wanrou's arms, preventing her from pulling at his hair and hurting herself. 。

Mu Wanrou is usually an elegant and graceful mature woman. She appears delicate and helpless, but at this moment when pain has driven her to the point of losing her reason, she struggles with terrifying strength.

Not only were his hands flailing, but his legs were kicking wildly too. His whole body was twisting and turning in agony. His face was contorted with pain, his eyes squeezed shut, tears welling up inside them. He moaned in unbearable suffering from time to time.

"Aunt Mu, Aunt Mu, can you hear me Stay calm." 。"Ye Junlang hurriedly shouted, trying to calm Mu Wanrou down." 。But this was of no use at all. In Mu Wanrou's desperate struggle, the buttons on her shirt unbuttoned one by one as her body writhed violently. Mainly because that peak of hers was already incredibly magnificent, and in the process of her body twisting and tightening, those buttons were naturally squeezed off. 。As the shirt buttons came undone, two mounds of snowy white fullness sprang forth from within. 。Ye Junlang's eyes caught a glimpse, his face froze. Mu Wanrou was wearing nothing under her shirt. 。This meant that the snow-white bunch of grapes, which had not diminished in the slightest despite her age, was now fully revealed. It swayed back and forth with the owner's violent twisting, creating waves upon waves of white foam. 。Ye Junlang took a deep breath, calming himself down. He gritted his teeth and suddenly held Mu Wanrou tightly, then pressed his body against hers, effectively controlling her violent struggles. 。"Aunt Mu, Aunt Mu—" Ye Junlang shouted in Mu Wanrou's ear. 。"I hurt so much, I hurt so much... I don't want to live anymore, I hurt so much!"Mu Wanrou couldn't hear Ye Junlang's words at all. Her head was violently shaking, and she mumbled incoherently 。

This really isn't a sustainable solution.

Ye Junlang gritted his teeth and suddenly struck, delivering a horizontal palm strike to Mu Wanrou's neck. 。With a single strike, Mu Wanrou gasped and fainted instantly. 。Ye Junlang's actions were naturally measured, he wouldn't really hurt Mu Wanrou, he just knocked her unconscious. 。In this case, if she faints,

the situation will be better.

Chapter 490: Mu Wanrou's Condition (2/2) 。Mu Wanrou finally stopped struggling, which gave Ye Junlang a slight sigh of relief. It wasn't that he couldn't control Mu Wanrou, but he was worried that she might get some unexpected sprain during the intense struggle. 。Furthermore, Mu Wanrou's brief coma was preferable to the intense stabbing pain she felt when she was awake. 。After letting out a breath, Ye Junlang suddenly felt his whole body enveloped by a delicate and soft sensation. A rich yet subtly fragrant scent of maturity completely shrouded him. 。He only then woke up, he was still pressing on Mu Wanrou. 。It's still kind of awkward to think about. If An Ru Mei saw it, I'm afraid it would cause a misunderstanding. 。Ye Junlang hurriedly sat up and just happened to see the white, magnificent snowy peak that had lost its weight return to its natural fullness and roundness. It was still trembling slightly, and it took a long time for it to calm down. 。In the blink of an eye, all sorts of amusing and unexpected events unfolded, captivating everyone's attention. 。Ye Junlang hurriedly collected his mind. Mu Wanrou was suffering from the torment of illness, and looking at her like this was indeed taking advantage of others' misfortune. 。Ye Junlang thought for a moment, reached out and buttoned back up Mu Wanrou's shirt, lest An Ruomei come back later and see her mother's bare chest. Then he wouldn't know how to explain it. 。He had already witnessed how Mu Wanrou's illness flared up, An Ruomei had already taken Mu Wanrou to major hospitals for medical treatment, all to no avail. 。This made Ye Junlang ponder, if he could approach it from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, wouldn't that be betterYe Junlang thought of the ancient reclusive families. Since there were ancient martial arts masters, then wouldn't there also be those hidden medical saints in this world These medical saints inherited the true medical skills of China over five thousand years, just like how ancient martial arts masters inherited the true ancient martial arts of China. 。Just as I was thinking, there was a sound of the door opening outside the room, and then An Ruomei walked in. She had bought some sleeping pills back. 。Anru Mei saw that her mother was already asleep in bed, her face changed color and she asked, "What's wrong with my mom""Your mom just experienced a sudden increase in pain, she couldn't bear it at all, she started pulling her hair and had self-harm tendencies. 。I just want to knock your mother unconscious. 。But rest assured, she won't be harmed in any way. I'm just putting her to sleep. 。This would be better for her. 。"Ye Junlang said" 。An Rumei nodded, she took a deep breath, her whole person seemed worried. She said, "What should I do about my mother's situation If there is no drug control, she will almost have an attack once every half month." 。If left unchecked, it will gradually shorten to once a week, and eventually perhaps even daily. 。At that time, I'm afraid my mom really couldn't hold on any longer. 。By the end, An Rumei's eyes were filled with tears. 。Ye Junlang walked up to An Rumei's face and reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 。An Ruomei leaned suddenly against Ye Junlang's body, her light sobs already out of control. 。Ye Junlang took a deep breath and said softly, "Don't worry, I believe there is a way." 。I will try to find out some information for you. If there is such a thing as a medical genius in this world, I think your mother's illness could be controlled. 。"Upon hearing this, An Ruimei's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. She said, "Is there really such a skilled medical practitioner""I think so..." 。"Ye Junlang stated in an affirmative tone, " 。"Thank you, Xiaolang. During the most difficult period of my life, you have always been by my side." 。“Ann Ru’s voice was soft and gentle, as if coming from the depths of her heart.” 。Inhaling the intoxicatingly mature and alluring fragrance, Ye Junlang's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively wrapped his arms around An Rumei's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. 。First published by the Traditional Novels Website.t before we came here, there weren't any other hunter squads around," One-Eyed said.Ye Junlang nodded, he coldly looked at the one-eyed dragon, then said, "If you still want to live, there is only one...