A Substitute Bride With Multiple Identities
Chapter 304: Bad Uncle

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Bad Uncle

Although children’s heart rates are faster than adults’, Lu Jing’s heart rate under the fingertip could jump to 150-200, abnormally high.

Just as Lu Yubai turned on the bedside lamp, he saw Shen Yanhe sitting silently beside the bed, hand resting on Lu Jing’s wrist, his eyebrows tightly knitted and his expression very serious.

In an instant, Lu Yubai felt his hands and feet turn ice-cold, and his vision darkened.

He had been looking for doctors for so many years.

Naturally, he knew a saying that circulated in the medical community.

The Western doctor’s laughter you can handle, but beware the frown of a traditional Chinese doctor.

When a Chinese doctor frowns, there is definitely a problem.

Lu Yubai’s face turned pale.

Could it be that Little Jing’s illness had become so severe that even Doctor Yanhe couldn’t cure it?

He swallowed hard, looking at Shen Yanhe and asked cautiously, "Doctor Yanhe, is Little Jing... beyond help?"

Shen Yanhe looked up at him, then lowered his gaze and let go of Lu Jing’s sleeve, "There’s still hope."

"When Fan Yajing was treating him, did she prescribe any medicine? Show it to me."

Lu Yubai nodded, instructing the nanny to bring over the medicine Fan Yajing had prescribed.

The nanny placed the medication on the bedside cabinet, "All the medicines Miss Fan prescribed are here."

"Every time the young master had an episode, taking Miss Fan’s medicine would calm him down quickly and he would go to sleep."

"Hmm, thank you." Shen Yanhe politely expressed his gratitude before lowering his gaze to look at the medicine boxes and bottles on the table, his eyes growing colder as he examined them.

These medicines all contained sedative hypnotic ingredients, including Clonazepam and Benzodiazepine (Valium).

Lu Yubai watched Shen Yanhe’s expression, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, and asked with pursed lips, "Is there a problem with these medicines?"

"Hmm, these drugs contain sedative hypnotic components, but they all have some side effects after being taken." Shen Yanhe put down the medicine box he was holding, "For example, dizziness, drowsiness, fatigue, lack of mental focus, and slow reaction times."

"Taking large doses could also lead to ataxia and cause allergic reactions, leading to coma and respiratory depression."

Lu Yubai’s face turned ugly, suddenly remembering that in the past six months, after calling Fan Yajing over, the medicine she provided always quickly calmed Lu Jing down.

What was there not to understand now?

Lu Jing had taken sedative agents, of course, he would calm down quickly.

"Generally speaking, these medicines are to be avoided in children, as they can cause some damage to a child’s brain." Shen Yanhe spoke indifferently, removing the wrist guard from his wrist and pulling out the Golden Needles one by one, "Fan Yajing really took a big risk, daring to prescribe such high doses for him to take."

"This kid is also fortunate; despite taking so much, he hasn’t experienced a toxic reaction."

Lu Yubai’s expression darkened and turned extremely grim, looking at Lu Jing with guilt and regret in his voice, hoarsely saying, "I didn’t know..."

When Lu Jing was sick, the Lu family was undergoing a change of power. He was busy with company matters, completely unable to devote personally to caring for Lu Jing.

He could only give him the best in terms of material conditions.

He had consulted numerous top domestic doctors, but none were effective for Lu Jing’s condition.

It wasn’t until he found Fan Yajing, who could quickly calm Lu Jing down during his episodes, that he thought he had found the right doctor and shifted his focus back to company matters confidently.

Only in the past six months, when he held significant authority, did he have the resources to attend more to Lu Jing.

He had never imagined that Fan Yajing would dare to administer sedative drugs to Lu Jing right under his watch.

Lu Yubai closed his eyes briefly, and a look of dejection appeared on his face.

Speaking now was no use, it was his negligence that had allowed Lu Jing to be injured.

Healing Lu Jing was the top priority.

"Yanhe," Shen Yanhe paid no attention to Lu Yubai, slightly turning her head to look at Fu Yanhe, "Go get my small medical kit from the car; I forgot to bring it when we got out earlier."

Fu Yanhe nodded slightly: "Alright."

He turned and walked out of the room, silently raising his hand to pat Lu Yubai’s shoulder as he passed by.

Lu Yubai gave a bitter smile, hung his head, and silently looked at Lu Jing.

His mother was right, he wasn’t a qualified husband, nor would he be a qualified father.

"Master Lu," Shen Yanhe looked up at him: "Please open the curtains and the window for ventilation, and also prepare a basin of hot water and a bottle of alcohol."

Lu Yubai swallowed the harshness in his throat, nodded silently, and turned around to prepare the things Shen Yanhe had requested.

With the curtains open, the room suddenly became much brighter, and the oppressive air began to circulate.

After disinfecting the Golden Needles with alcohol cotton, Shen Yanhe lifted the blanket that covered Lu Jing.

Only then did she see that Lu Jing was much thinner than she had imagined.

Though he was a six-year-old child, his stature was exceptionally small.

Feeling him, there was nothing but bones under her hand, not a bit of flesh.

Shen Yanhe gently sighed, her heart softened a great deal. She gently touched Lu Jing’s somewhat tangled hair, her soft fingertips gently smoothing his furrowed brow: "It won’t hurt much longer."

In his drowsy state, Lu Jing seemed to feel the tenderness of the person touching him, and his tiny body involuntarily leaned toward Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe’s gaze softened, and she lowered her eyes to pick up a Golden Needle, deftly inserting it into various major acupoints on Lu Jing’s body.

Lu Yubai, standing by and watching, dared not even breathe heavily, his heart racing with tension.

Soon, the unconscious Lu Jing had been turned into a little hedgehog by Shen Yanhe.

Shen Yanhe gently twirled the needles on his body, Lu Jing’s eyebrows gradually relaxed with her movements, and his slightly rapid breathing also gradually steadied.

Lu Jing’s thick eyelashes trembled slightly; he slowly opened his eyes, looked somewhat blankly at Shen Yanhe sitting by his bed, and absentmindedly called out: "Mommy..."

Shen Yanhe’s movement of twirling the Golden Needle paused slightly.

Just then, Fu Yanhe, who had gone to fetch the medical kit for Shen Yanhe, returned. Hearing Lu Jing’s address, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke deliberately: "Little guy, you can’t just call anyone ’mommy.’"

Lu Jing looked at Fu Yanhe disorientedly, and upon seeing him, Lu Jing’s pupils suddenly constricted, his breathing became abruptly rapid, and his body trembled violently: "Bad, bad uncle!"

He struggled desperately, trying to hide in a corner behind him, looking at Fu Yanhe with eyes full of terror, crying fearfully: "Don’t come near, I won’t take medicine, I won’t take injections! Waahhh, Mommy save me."

Lu Yubai instinctively looked at Fu Yanhe, his eyes filled with wariness: "Director Fu, please stop."

Fu Yanhe’s footsteps slowly halted, the hint of a smile on his face gradually vanished, and he seemed to realize something, a hint of coldness flickering in his eyes.

Shen Yanhe also realized, and they exchanged a look. She continued to twirl the Golden Needles, soothing Lu Jing’s emotions: "Calm down, kid, he’s not a bad man, you’ve mistaken him."

As the effect of the Golden Needles soothed him, Lu Jing slowly calmed down, and after regaining composure, he looked tearfully at Fu Yanhe, realizing this "bad uncle" was younger than the bad uncle in his memory.

But he still remained somewhat skeptical, holding tightly to Shen Yanhe’s hand, he looked at Fu Yanhe with sobbing hiccups: "Are you really not the bad uncle? But, when the bad people took me away, I saw you."