Even though Sun Zhe was deeply annoyed with Li Shiyan, he still had to do his job. Besides, she was the district chief’s daughter. He could curse her out in his head and indulge in so vicious fantasies, but that was it.
Li Shiyan walked over and sat down, resting her arm on the desk. She then pushed up her semi-transparent sh sleeve, revealing a pale, slender wrist.
"Co on, then. I’d like to see what kind of illness you can diagnose with."
Sun Zhe couldn’t be bothered to engage with her. He simply reached out, took hold of her wrist, and began to seriously take her pulse.
Ti ticked by in the silent office.
Li Shiyan watched Sun Zhe, her gaze fixed on his handso, focused face. A sudden pang of guilt struck her. She knew, deep down, that Sun Zhe hadn’t done anything to wrong or offend her. The only reason she was giving him a hard ti was to vent her frustration with her grandfather and father.
...
"So, enjoying holding my hand?" Li Shiyan suddenly broke the silence, her eyes filled with disdain.
Sun Zhe released her wrist and stared at her with a serious expression. "Miss Li, you really are sick."
Li Shiyan was so angry she couldn’t help but laugh. "I think you’re the one with a sick mind! I’m perfectly fine, what illness could I possibly have?"
Not wanting to waste his breath, Sun Zhe stated bluntly, "There’s sothing wrong with your liver, and your kidneys too. Fortunately, it’s in the Early Stage, so it’s still treatable."
Li Shiyan gritted her teeth. "Stop talking nonsense!"
Sun Zhe gave a faint smile. "If you don’t believe what a doctor says, then why did you co to ?" He then added, "If you still don’t believe , try pressing on the acupoint two finger-widths above your navel."
Glarring at him, Li Shiyan hesitantly reached down and pressed lightly with her fingertip on the spot he had indicated.
Instantly, an excruciating pain shot through her entire body. Her face went white, and she broke out in a cold sweat.
I only pressed lightly, how can it hurt so much?
Sun Zhe said solemnly, "My preliminary diagnosis is a rare hereditary disease. To know for sure, we’ll need to do more tests."
Panic began to set in. "Can you treat it?" she asked.
Sun Zhe nodded. "It should be treatable. Although it’s rare, the principle behind it is a growth. As long as we remove the pathological lesion, it can be completely cured."
"Then treat ! I can pay you!" Li Shiyan said hurriedly. She had no doubts about his dical skills; after all, he had saved her grandfather just today.
Sun Zhe stood up and walked toward a small cubicle inside the office. "Follow ."
A mont later, inside the small cubicle, Sun Zhe pointed to the little bed where he and Gu Lingxue had their passionate encounter that morning. "Miss Li, take off your clothes and lie down. I’ll go get the silver needles."
Even though it was for a legitimate dical procedure, the thought of Li Shiyan completely naked still made Sun Zhe feel a stir of excitent.
"Huh?" Li Shiyan’s eyes went wide. "Do I have to take off my clothes?"
"How am I supposed to perform acupuncture if you don’t?" Sun Zhe shot back.
"But..." Li Shiyan looked troubled, then suddenly pointed a finger at him. "I see! You’re just trying to take advantage of !"
Sun Zhe gave a roguish shrug. "Think whatever you want. I don’t have the ability to perform acupuncture through clothing. If you can’t accept that, you’re free to find soone else to treat you."
With a cold snort, Li Shiyan turned and stord out. "I get it now! I’m not sick at all, you were just ssing with !"
Watching her leave, Sun Zhe called after her with a faint smile, "You can go get a full check-up to see whether you’re sick or not."
***
「Inpatient Ward」
Zhao Junjiang walked down a deserted corridor, a smile playing on his lips. Before long, he arrived at the door of a special private ward. Just as he was about to knock, he heard a woman’s soft moans from inside. Pressing his ear to the door, he instantly knew what was happening.
"Heh, looks like my timing is perfect. Young Master Zhou will probably resent for this later," Zhao Junjiang chuckled to himself before knocking on the door.
After nearly a minute, a young, pretty nurse opened it. Seeing her disheveled clothes and the wrinkled white stockings on her legs, Zhao Junjiang gave a aningful smirk and walked straight into the ward. The room was luxurious, comparable to a five-star hotel suite.
At that mont, a young man with his head wrapped in bandages and a cast on his neck was lying sprawled on the large bed. His na was Zhou Xiaolong, the second young master of the Yang City’s Zhou Family. A month ago, he had gotten into a street racing accident and had been hospitalized ever since.
"It’s the middle of the day and you’re already hard at work. You certainly have so interesting hobbies, Young Master Zhou," Zhao Junjiang teased, walking over as if they were old friends.
"Fuck, it’s you, Old Zhao! You scared the hell out of ." Zhou Xiaolong wiped the sweat from his brow. "You scared so much I shriveled up."
He beckoned to the young nurse and pulled his pants down. A stiff mber sprang out—dark, short, and glistening wet. Clearly, before Zhao Junjiang knocked, his mber had been deep inside sothing very wet.
The young nurse’s face flushed. She climbed onto the bed, hiked up her nurse’s skirt to reveal the damp pinkness beneath, where a large hole had been torn in the crotch of her white stockings. With an embarrassed glance at Zhao Junjiang, she spread her beautiful legs and straddled Zhou Xiaolong’s stomach. She reached down with a slender hand, pulled aside his underwear, grabbed the short, dark mber, and began rubbing its head against her slit.
Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes were half-closed, his face a mask of ecstasy. "Ah... baby, faster!"
"Alright, Xiao Jie, you can get down for now. I have sothing to discuss with Young Master Zhou."
Hearing this, the nurse quickly looked to Zhou Xiaolong for his permission.
Visibly annoyed, Zhou Xiaolong said, "You can go. Co back later."
As if granted amnesty, the nurse scrambled off the bed, hastily straightened her clothes, and fled the room. In truth, she couldn’t stand serving the perverted Zhou Xiaolong for another second.
A short while later, after the nurse had left, Zhou Xiaolong glared at Zhao Junjiang. "Old Zhao, couldn’t you see I was in the middle of sothing? What is so important?"
Zhao Junjiang chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sleazy grin. "I’ve found so top-shelf goods. I was wondering if Young Master Zhou might be interested."
"Oh?" Zhou Xiaolong’s interest was imdiately piqued.
Without wasting words, Zhao Junjiang pulled out his phone and showed Zhou Xiaolong a photo of Zhu Yan.
Gazing at the stunningly beautiful mature woman in the picture, Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes began to gleam. "Damn, she’s a total knockout! Even in a work photo with no makeup, she’s this gorgeous!" he exclaid. "And that refined air... she’s clearly the respectable, virtuous housewife type!"
In his excitent, Zhou Xiaolong was suddenly reminded of his own gorgeous sister-in-law, Gu Lingxue. He instinctively compared the two won in his mind but soon realized they were both exquisite in their own unique ways—it was impossible to choose.
"Old Zhao, can you arrange this woman for ?"
Zhao Junjiang put his phone away. "It’ll be a bit tricky to arrange, but not impossible."
Zhou Xiaolong laughed. "Money isn’t an issue. I’ll give you two hundred thousand. You have to arrange it. If I don’t get to play with a top-quality woman like her, then what’s the point of even having this thing!"
"Young Master Zhou, you misunderstand," Zhao Junjiang said with a smile. "This isn’t about money. This woman is very conservative; she’s not the type to do this for cash. The most I can do is arrange for her to co to your ward at night. Whether you can handle her or not, that’ll depend on your own skills."
Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes lit up. "You can really get her to co over?"
"Absolutely!" Zhao Junjiang nodded. "But whether you can actually fuck her, I can’t guarantee. That’s on you."
Zhou Xiaolong waved a dismissive hand. "Get out. The money will be in your account soon."
"In that case... should I call Xiao Jie back for you, Young Master Zhou?"
"No, don’t. I need to conserve my energy. I’m saving it for that woman tonight."
Zhao Junjiang gave a knowing smile. "Then you get so rest, Young Master Zhou. I have to get going."
***
Elsewhere, Li Shiyan stared at the dical report in her hand and sank onto a bench in the corridor, her mind a complete blank. After leaving Sun Zhe’s office, she had gone for a check-up "just to see."
The results proved Sun Zhe was exactly right. Her liver and her kidneys really did have problems. What’s more, the doctor told her it was a rare condition and advised her to see Director Gu in the Traditional Chinese dicine Departnt.
CLICK-CLACK-CLACK...
The sound of high heels echoed down the hall. "Shiyan, why did you call to the hospital? Did sothing happen to you?"
With a pained expression, Li Shiyan looked up at the stunning woman in gray stockings and high heels. "Mom... you should get checked too. Dr. Sun said it’s a hereditary disease."
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