The CEO's Substitute Wife Is A Genius-Chapter 136: The Patient is Actually Nan Juefeng

The butler twisted open the door, stepped inside with long strides, and signaled for Jiang Man and Wu Yingfan to keep their voices down.

As Jiang Man entered the room, the first assault was on her sense of smell.

The room had obviously been sealed for several days, and the smell of sandalwood mixed with leftovers and the pungent scent of fermenting alcohol.

All in all, these smells mingled together, suffocating her.

The next shock was visual.

Outside the sun was shining brightly, the sky clear.

However, every window curtain in the room was tightly drawn, all were blackout curtains, making the room very dark, illuminated only by a standing lamp emitting a dim, gloomy light.

Jiang Man searched for her patient.

After looking around, she found someone lying on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket, his face buried in the cushions.

"Sir, the Divine Doctor is here."

Only then did the man on the sofa struggle to sit up.

When Jiang Man saw his face clearly, she widened her eyes in shock.

"Nan Juefeng?"

At the name, a pair of broken eyes lifted.

When they focused on Jiang Man, he paused for a moment, then burst into furious shouting, "Get out!"

Jiang Man was stunned, not understanding the source of his anger.

Nan Juefeng suddenly got up, panickedly walking towards the bathroom.

Because he was in a hurry and the room was dark, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Sir..." the butler attempted to help.

"Give us a moment," Jiang Man said, furrowing her brow.

Wu Yingfan immediately placed the medicine box and medical bag on the coffee table.

Seeing the butler still standing there, he tugged at him, "Don’t worry, my sister Jiang is divine, she can cure whatever complex diseases there are."

The butler hesitated for a moment, but was eventually persuaded by Wu Yingfan.

After the two left, Jiang Man strode to the windows, pulling open all the curtains and opening the windows.

In an instant, a cool breeze blew into the room, dispersing the mix of strange odors.

The bright sunlight streamed in, instantly brightening the entire room.

Jiang Man walked quickly to the disheveled man and extended her hand towards him.

Nan Juefeng turned his head away.

With her hand still extended, Jiang Man was patient, "What, don’t you recognize me, your friend, after just a few days?"

Nan Juefeng’s hands curled up, feeling too disheveled to face Jiang Man, "I want to take a bath first."

"Okay, no problem, I’ll wait for you," Jiang Man said calmly, withdrawing her hand, "Can I look around your room?"

"Whatever," Nan Juefeng said and, struggling to his feet, walked unsteadily to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Jiang Man, hands in her pockets, started to casually stroll around the room.

The entire room was large, with the bedroom, living room, and study connected, covering a good eighty square meters.

She first went to the study area and quickly glanced over the bookshelf.

What surprised her was that the bookshelf was filled with medical books about heart disease. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

An entire wall, filled with them!

Did Nan Juefeng also have a heart condition?

They were in the same hospital room as kids, so it was possible.

Her gaze then landed on his desk.

A small bear pendant, washed clean, was kept inside a clear glass jar, which also contained many folded paper stars.

To Jiang Man’s surprise, there was still unused paper on the desk, these stars, could it be Nan Juefeng recently made them?

That small bear, it was a gift from her...

What was more shocking was that she saw a notebook open on the desk, covered densely with her name!

Jiang Man’s pupils shook.

Even though she was normally slow to recognize feelings, seeing this, she finally understood something.

Nan Juefeng... liked her?

How could this be?

They had spent a month together as children, then completely lost contact for fifteen years before recently reuniting.

She couldn’t imagine how such a relationship could make him fall for her.

Creak—

When the bathroom door opened, Jiang Man quickly moved away from the desk.

She had always been daring and fearless.

But for some reason, she now felt guilty, as if she were a thief.

She had stumbled upon Nan Juefeng’s secret, and this secret involved her...

"I’ve washed up." Nan Juefeng was very clean, his hair still half wet.

He wore a deep blue robe and held a towel, hastily rubbing his hair.

"I never thought you’d be the Divine Doctor," he said indifferently, as if he had already digested the shocking news that Jiang Man was the Divine Doctor in the bathroom.

Jiang Man smiled wryly. "I never thought you’d be a patient."

"Find a place to sit, I’ll take your pulse."

Nan Juefeng didn’t say anything and sat down in front of the sofa.

He actually knew why he was sick, but he couldn’t heal himself.

He knew he couldn’t continue on like this, so he thought of seeking help from the Divine Doctor.

Extending his wrist and placing it on his knee, he looked like a devout patient, putting all his hopes in his primary care doctor.

Jiang Man moved a stool in front of him, her slender fingers showing as she placed them on his wrist.

In just a few days, the man had clearly lost a lot of weight. His complexion was much more haggard, and his wrist was thinner.

The last time they had Western food by the river, he wore a branded watch, his cold, pale wrist and distinctly knobby, slender fingertips truly exuded elegance and superiority.

It’s unknown what he had gone through these past few days to end up looking so disheveled.

Feeling his pulse, Jiang Man furrowed her brows. "These past few days, your routine has been chaotic, your endocrine system imbalanced, your lung energy stagnant, showing signs of depression."

"The other hand," she said lightly.

Nan Juefeng switched hands.

As Jiang Man earnestly took his pulse, he stared fixedly at her with an intense gaze.

The sunlight enveloped them both, and the serene atmosphere allowed Nan Juefeng’s mind to momentarily settle.

With the light against her, Jiang Man’s vivid features became even more striking, her beauty making one unconsciously slow their breathing.

"You suffer from a heart condition."

After taking his pulse for a few minutes, Jiang Man withdrew her hand. "I’ll write you a prescription to relieve stress and alleviate depression, but it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. ’Heart disease requires heart medicine.’ If you have any depressive thoughts, feel free to share them with me."

She was utterly focused, her eyes only on the patient, her mind only on the patient’s condition.

Of course, she also considered Nan Juefeng a friend and felt it necessary to cure his illness.

"I didn’t expect you to be so young, yet your medical skills so divine," Nan Juefeng said with a bitter smile. "It really is heart disease."

"Go ahead and talk about it, I’ll help you sort it through," Jiang Man coaxed gently.

Nan Juefeng’s eyes, filled with a sense of fragmentation, seemed to piece back together, instantly becoming fulfilling and clear. "I can’t bring myself to say it..."

He smiled bitterly.

If the Divine Doctor were someone else, he could still speak.

But the Divine Doctor was Jiang Man. How could he say it?

"Can’t bring yourself to say it?" Jiang Man crossed her arms, her brows tightly furrowed. "Well, never mind."

People with mental disorders generally find it hard to open up.

To truly understand their inner thoughts, other methods must be used.

"I’ll hypnotize you. Are you willing to cooperate?" Jiang Man asked earnestly, seeking the patient’s consent.

Nan Juefeng was stunned; he understood psychology and hypnosis quite well.

Though he collected medical books on heart disease, he read other medical books as well.

He knew he was ill and actively sought medical treatment.

"Jiang Man, do you truly want to cure my illness?" Nan Juefeng asked, his eyes deep, suppressing the turmoil inside.

Jiang Man raised her eyebrows: "Of course, I can’t let my Divine Doctor reputation be tarnished because of you."

"Then fine, I’ll cooperate," Nan Juefeng willingly agreed.