"Sister Hong, could... could you step out for a mont?"
Whether from shyness or so other reason, Ye Zhiqiu didn't want a third person to see her like this.
"Zhiqiu, if I leave..."
Mi Hong hesitated, glancing at Jiang Xinghai's back.
"Go on," Ye Zhiqiu insisted. "I trust Divine Doctor Jiang's character."
Mi Hong nodded in embarrassnt.
'She knew firsthand whether Jiang Xinghai's character was a problem or not.'
'Back then, she had been the one who was too forward. Otherwise, Jiang Xinghai probably wouldn't have... done that to her.'
"I'll go make you two so coffee, then."
Mi Hong turned, but paused at the door to add a word of caution. "Divine Doctor Jiang, you must uphold your professional dical ethics."
"Of course," Jiang Xinghai nodded.
'He chuckled to himself. 'As long as Ye Zhiqiu doesn't try to provoke , fine. But if she does, she can't bla for not holding back.''
"Divine Doctor Jiang, I just felt a current spread out from my spine. It's tingly and numb... is it working?" Ye Zhiqiu was lying face down on the bed, and the position constricted her breathing, making her words co out in soft pants.
"This is my exclusive technique, the Profound dical Nine Needles. This effect is exactly what it's supposed to do. That's why I'm confident I can cure you, when no one else can." Jiang Xinghai was just that self-assured.
He was taught in the lineage of Yao Gu from Kunlun.
The world knows of the Jasper Pool Immortal Realm in Kunlun, but its true location has never been found. Most have long since dismissed it as a beautiful myth.
At first, Jiang Xinghai hadn't believed it either.
But after his master took him there, he discovered that while it wasn't the Jasper Pool Immortal Realm in the literal sense, the environnt was indeed comparable to a paradise, completely untouched by the mortal world.
The dical techniques and Martial Arts he inherited were anything but Mortal Items; naturally, no one in the secular world could compare.
"If I may be so bold, Divine Doctor Jiang... is your school from the Mystic Sect?" Ye Zhiqiu murmured.
Jiang Xinghai stiffened slightly at her words but didn't respond.
'Still, his curiosity about Ye Zhiqiu's identity was piqued.'
'The Mystic Sect had been lost to the common world for ages.'
'Anyone who knew of Kunlun's Mystic Sect had to be a formidable figure in their own right.'
"I'm removing the needles now. I'll start the massage next," Jiang Xinghai said softly.
He then put away the silver needles. With his hands now suffused with a peculiar energy, he pressed down firmly.
"Hiss..."
Ye Zhiqiu never imagined that Jiang Xinghai's palms could be as scorching hot as a furnace.
"The needles expelled the cold, and the massage will help replenish your warmth. Just hold on."
Steam seed to rise from Jiang Xinghai's palms, yet they didn't burn her. He carefully worked her skin, allowing the energy to slowly seep in.
It was a sensation unlike anything Ye Zhiqiu had ever experienced, sothing she couldn't put into words.
'One word: bliss!'
'It felt like she was ascending to the heavens...'
"Alright, you can turn over now." Jiang Xinghai took a step back.
"That was fast?"
Ye Zhiqiu replied instinctively, then realized how immodest she sounded. She gave a wry smile. "My whole body's gone limp. Can you help turn over?"
Jiang Xinghai started to reach out, then froze, suddenly unsure of where to place his hands.
"Don't be shy, Divine Doctor Jiang. Just do it," Ye Zhiqiu said, sensing his hesitation.
"Then forgive my rudeness." Jiang Xinghai reached out, placing one hand on her hip and the other under her arm, and flipped Ye Zhiqiu onto her back.
"..." Ye Zhiqiu's large, doe-like eyes glared daggers at Jiang Xinghai.
'She'd said not to be shy, but that didn't an one hand on her hip and the other practically on her breast!'
"From that last treatnt, I've determined that your uterine cold isn't severe. You'll probably be fully recovered in three days." Jiang Xinghai smiled faintly, showing no sign of guilt.
"Three days? Great!" Ye Zhiqiu's face lit up with a relieved smile, and she completely forgot about Jiang Xinghai's possibly-intentional-possibly-not-intentional maneuver.
Jiang Xinghai continued, "Also, we don't need to treat the Shenque acupoint in the center of your navel. We just need to target the Guanyuan Acupoint, which is three inches below it. So... just pull things down a bit."
"'Pull things down a bit?'" Ye Zhiqiu blinked.
"Your panties," Jiang Xinghai said, clearing his throat.
Ye Zhiqiu's embarrassnt reached its absolute peak.
'Three inches below the navel... that was getting really close!'
"Want to help?" Jiang Xinghai asked.
"No!"
Ye Zhiqiu shook her head frantically. "I'll do it myself. I can manage."
With that, she squeezed her eyes shut, tilted her head back until it rested on the bed, revealing her snow-white collarbones.
"Is this okay?"
"About a finger's width more."
"How about this?"
"That's... yes, hold it right there. That's perfect." Jiang Xinghai's breathing hitched as he shalessly took out a silver needle.
"You sound... uncomfortable. Are you holding your breath or sothing?" Ye Zhiqiu inexplicably opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Xinghai.
She wouldn't have known if she hadn't looked. Jiang Xinghai's eyes were bloodshot, and a trickle of bright red was dripping from his nose.
"You're having a nosebleed— Ah!"
Ye Zhiqiu reacted in a flash, realizing that she'd pulled her underwear down too far!
She could have died from embarrassnt. "You're infuriating!!!"
BANG!
The door was thrown open and Mi Hong rushed in. "What's wrong? What happened...?"
"Sister Hong, please don't interrupt while I'm treating my patient." Jiang Xinghai turned his head with a completely straight face, only to spray Mi Hong with a face full of nosebleed.
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