RMWDS -Chapter 268 Vlog — My Crybaby Father

As it turned out, Chu Ningshuang had been modest.

She had originally estimated that it would take half a month for Ling Yunxiao to recover completely, but after only ten days, the blood stasis compressing his nerves had been entirely cleared away.

Coincidentally, that day was also April 1st—the grand opening day of the resort’s Traditional Chinese Medicine Building.

The lively sounds of drums and celebrations drifted faintly upward from downstairs.

Yet inside the consultation room, the atmosphere remained peaceful and gentle.

The contrast was strangely soothing.

The accumulated blood clot within Ling Yunxiao’s skull had completely dissipated.

The pressure on his nerves was gone.

And all the memories that had been sealed away for years suddenly came flooding back.

His years wandering the jianghu.

The youthful aspirations that had first led him to take up the sword.

His first meeting with Wen Xiuning and the gradual blossoming of love.

The warmth of their life together.

Their tenderness before parting.

The regret of their sudden separation.

The agony of believing they had been forever divided by life and death.

Every forgotten scene.

Every buried emotion.

Every longing and every regret.

All of it surged back in a single overwhelming wave.

The instant his memories fully returned, Ling Yunxiao’s body trembled violently.

All his restraint.

All his endurance.

All the confusion and distance brought on by his amnesia.

Everything collapsed at once.

He didn’t say a single word.

All his emotions poured out in another way.

Leaning forward, he buried his face deeply in Wen Xiuning’s lap.

Years of longing, guilt, worry, and the overwhelming joy of reunion burst through the dam he had built around his heart.

The emotions he had suppressed for so many years were finally released.

Soft, low sobs gradually filled the room.

A swordsman who had weathered half a lifetime of hardship and bloodshed.

A man of pride and unyielding spirit.

Someone who had never once shown weakness before others.

Yet now, before the person he loved most, he shed every layer of armor.

He cried like a child who had recovered something once thought lost forever.

Years of endurance.

Countless hardships.

All transformed into burning tears.

Wen Xiuning sat quietly throughout.

She said nothing.

No words of comfort were necessary.

No reassurance was needed.

She simply lowered her gaze and gently stroked his hair again and again.

Her palm was warm and steady.

Silently accepting every ounce of his grief and release.

After years of waiting from afar.

After countless nights of longing and hope.

All the suffering, heartache, and grievances she had carried finally found their resolution.

Beside them, Ling Nianci had already raised her phone and started recording.

The camera was aimed directly at her father’s tear-streaked face.

As she filmed, she muttered quietly to herself:

“I’m recording all of this as evidence and keeping it in the archives!”

“Let’s see if you dare forget Mother and me completely ever again!”

Vlog: My Crybaby Father!

As expected of his biological daughter.

She was truly being filial in her own unique way.

Miao Yunyou and Chu Ningshuang exchanged speechless looks.

The scene was both heartwarming and hilarious, instantly reducing some of the sadness.

Miao Yunyou had never been particularly good at handling intensely emotional situations.

So she turned to Chu Ningshuang and said:

“You all take your time crying here. I’m heading downstairs for a bit.”

“I’ll check on the hair-growth department and get my hair washed while I’m at it.”

Chu Ningshuang rolled her eyes.

“You’re lazy to an unbelievable degree.”

Miao Yunyou immediately protested:

“I already walked across that boardwalk once today! I’ve met my exercise quota!”

Chu Ningshuang stared at her.

“After meeting your exercise quota, you’ve become too lazy to even wash your own hair?”

Miao Yunyou chuckled twice.

“Since I spent a fortune installing that fully automatic shampoo-and-massage bed, I can’t just let such high-end equipment sit unused. I have to properly experience it!”

In order to improve the supporting services of the resort’s hair-growth clinic and enhance the visitor experience, Miao Yunyou had previously ordered five brand-new fully automatic shampoo-and-massage beds online.

These were the most advanced wellness washing-and-care devices on the market.

The overall design followed ergonomic principles, perfectly conforming to the natural curves of the waist, back, and neck. Lying on it felt completely free of pressure or tightness.

In addition to washing and care functions, the beds also came with a built-in intelligent massage system, comparable to high-end commercial massage chairs found in shopping malls.

Different zones covered the neck, shoulders, back, waist, hips, and both upper and lower legs.

Inside the bed were flexible silicone massage rollers and layered air-pressure cushions, supporting kneading, pushing, tapping, and compression massage modes.

Intensity levels could be adjusted freely to target and relax stiff muscle groups.

The system also featured an intelligent water circulation system, delivering gentle and evenly distributed water flow with adjustable pressure.

It was paired with a dedicated scalp massage nozzle, and maintained constant temperature throughout the entire process, eliminating any sudden hot or cold changes.

Anyway, someone like Miao Yunyou, who was naturally lazy, fell in love with it at first sight.

And when she bought five units, it wasn’t even mainly for customers—it was because buying five came with a discount, and they even threw in a lifetime warranty.

Chu Ningshuang said:

“Is there going to be a day when you’re so lazy that you don’t even want to eat by yourself?”

Miao Yunyou replied:

“Please don’t describe unrealistic fantasy plots that could never exist in this story.”

Following the stairs, she headed straight to the second floor hair-growth clinic.

As soon as she entered the area, she saw Chu Fuling sitting at the consultation desk, patiently seeing patients.

She was writing prescriptions by hand with a wolf-hair brush, while speaking to a visitor wearing a plaid shirt:

“Take this prescription to the pharmacy. The medicine will be ready in about ten minutes. This is roughly an eight-dose supply, enough for about one month.”

Her brush strokes were smooth and precise, and her demeanor calm and professional.

Oh, and it was worth mentioning—Chu Fuling had already become quite skilled at using a gel pen.

But Cult Leader Miao insisted that using a brush made it look more professional, helped earn visitors’ trust, and provided so-called “emotional value” and immersion.

So everyone in the Traditional Chinese Medicine building still used brushes.

The scattered waiting visitors nearby noticed Miao Yunyou and greeted her warmly:

“Oh, Clinic Miao is here!”

Miao Yunyou smiled:

“I came to check things out—and also wash my hair. Is there still a machine available?”

The washing equipment was installed in a separate room next door, separated by a wall from the consultation area—clearly divided, clean, hygienic, and non-interfering.

Miao Yunyou had tried it once before. It was so comfortable she nearly fell asleep during the wash.

When she woke up, her hair had already been dried. It felt incredibly refreshing.

A temporary staff girl came over with a gentle smile.

“Yes, there is. I’ll help you wash your hair, Cult Leader.”

Although the device was fully automatic, it was not completely unmanned.

Deep scalp cleansing, acupuncture-point massage, and herbal infusion still required manual assistance.

The pressure and precision of human hands were something machines could never fully replace.

At that moment, a curious visitor asked:

“What machine?”

“The hair-washing and massage machine,” Miao Yunyou said, pointing to the left wall.

“The instructions are posted there—you can take a look.”

A group of visitors turned their heads.

Only then did they notice a colorful promotional poster on the white wall, clearly detailing the services and pricing:

The clinic offered full hair washing, scalp medication application, and fully automatic machine massage packages.

An additional 99 yuan manual service fee was charged per session.