The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 981 - 975: The Consequences of Faking Illness

King Jin thought this way and felt it wouldn’t be a problem to let her touch his stomach since he wasn’t actually sick.

With a look of unbearable pain, he said, "Hurry up and treat me."

Gu Youyou breathed a sigh of relief and gently pressed down from top to bottom, asking, "Does it hurt here?"

"No... it doesn’t."

Gu Youyou pressed down harder and asked, "How about now?"

"That’s not it either."

Then let’s try a different spot.

"What about here?"

"It doesn’t hurt."

She moved a bit lower, to the lower abdomen, where Lin Qianqing felt somewhat embarrassed and averted her head, thinking that her cousin’s role as a doctor was indeed a bit improper.

It was fine when she treated women, but with men, it became very awkward.

"What about here?" Gu Youyou pressed and asked.

Remembering how Gu Youyou had been moving downwards, King Jin’s face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was afraid that if he denied it again, she might reach into his pants, so he had no choice but to stiffly admit it was painful.

Throughout the examination, Gu Youyou had been watching King Jin’s facial expressions and had more or less guessed the nature of his illness.

It wasn’t something on his stomach; looking at him, it seemed the problem was in his head.

However, his forehead was throbbing with veins and he was sweating profusely – his act was indeed very convincing.

He was born in the wrong era; if he became an actor, he could win prizes at any moment.

Why exactly was King Jin pretending to be ill? Gu Youyou didn’t want to guess. In any case, it couldn’t be anything good!

Gu Youyou thought to herself: Since he’s putting in so much effort to pretend, wouldn’t it ruin the mood if I didn’t play along well?

The heavens might forgive wrought disasters, but one who brings it upon themselves will not live through it.

Very well, then let him taste the consequences of lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet.

"Does the mansion have any silver needles?" Gu Youyou looked up and asked Lin Qianqing.

Lin Qianqing replied, "Yes!" and promptly had a servant bring over a set of silver needles.

Looking at these long needles, Gu Youyou thought to herself: You’re getting off easy. If this were in my clinic, I’d have to take the thickest needle and pierce you to death with it.

Gu Youyou inserted a silver needle into King Jin’s belly, and he cried out in pain.

This time it wasn’t fake, it truly hurt.

He yelled, "Villain, what are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? Are you trying to assassinate me?"

Lin Qianqing, with tears in her eyes, said to King Jin, "My lord, please don’t speak, and don’t move around. My cousin’s medical skills are excellent; she’s even better than the Imperial Physician. You’ll feel better soon."

After speaking, she signaled with her eyes to the servants behind her to hold King Jin down on the bed. If he moved around and caused Gu Youyou to miss, it would be terrible.

"Ah, it’s killing me, villain, stop right now."

"Ah..."

Gu Youyou inserted another needle.

"Quick, hold the Prince down."

After being poked by Gu Youyou’s needles, King Jin felt weak and numb all over. Held firmly by several strong servants, he was unable to move at all.

"Let me go, you scoundrels, I will skin you alive..."

Seeing King Jin cursing away, Gu Youyou spoke to Lin Qianqing indifferently, "Find a cloth to gag his mouth. The last needle will hurt a lot, and it would be terrible if he accidentally bit his own tongue."

"Go get a cloth for his highness to bite on," Lin Qianqing instructed the maid.

King Jin glared at the cloth, clenching his teeth tightly, determined not to let Lin Qianqing have the chance to gag him.

As Gu Youyou struck with the needle directly on the head, King Jin howled in pain, and his mouth opened wide immediately.