Chapter 0011: Special Treatment

"I need to rest for a bit. I'll write a prescription for you; if the old man drinks it continuously for three days, he should be fine," Zhang Xiaofan said. Since Elder Ye was on his side, he would continue treating the illness.

"Can I see the prescription?" Gao Zhipeng had not left yet. He was passionate about traditional medicine, and having witnessed such skill, would not depart so easily.

"That's fine. This medicine isn't easy for most people to prepare; you can help with that," Zhang Xiaofan replied quietly, handing the written prescription to Gao Zhipeng.

Gao Zhipeng wasn't a bad person, only proud.

"Marvelous... truly marvelous. This formula not only expels lingering toxins but also strengthens the body and restores vitality. However... where can one find a thousand-year-old Blood Lingzhi?" Gao Zhipeng asked.

"It's not necessary to have a thousand-year-old Blood Lingzhi. I just want the old man to live another ten years," Zhang Xiaofan explained. The ancient Blood Lingzhi could nourish the organs, especially revitalizing the blood and heart, possessing strong yang energy that could swiftly purge toxins from Elder Ye's body.

"We don't have the thousand-year-old variety, but the Ye family does have a hundred-year-old Blood Lingzhi. Would that suffice?" Ye Mingwu said.

"That will do. I was being too demanding," Zhang Xiaofan nodded.

"Actually, earlier when I was at the Liu residence, the phone rang, and the old man seemed to deliberately stop me from answering. Perhaps I'm overthinking it," Gao Zhipeng added after a pause.

"That has nothing to do with me," Zhang Xiaofan replied.

But to Ye Mingwu's ears, it sounded like something else entirely.

Could it be that the Liu family acted intentionally?

Impossible... The two families were close. Why would the Liu family harm the Ye family?

Ye Mingwu pondered, but Zhang Xiaofan had no interest in these familial intrigues.

"Take me to rest," Zhang Xiaofan said quietly to Ye Qingcheng.

"Come to my room," she responded, stepping forward, not daring to meet Zhang Xiaofan's gaze—not out of shyness, but because she too had doubted him earlier.

"Alright," Zhang Xiaofan agreed, rising to his feet.

"Miracle doctor? Did you say we've all been poisoned? Is that true?" Ye Mingwu asked tentatively. They were all afraid; if it was true, their lives were at stake.

"I'll explain after I rest," Zhang Xiaofan said.

He was in a foul mood and had no desire to say more—hadn't they just doubted him?

"I'm sorry... Xiaofan..." Ye Qingcheng whispered an apology as soon as they entered her room.

"Apologies are useless. How about letting me touch you?" Zhang Xiaofan dropped his stern demeanor, his expression turning shameless once more.

"You... you're so annoying..." Ye Qingcheng blushed, but didn't seem to refuse, "Go ahead."

Zhang Xiaofan had saved her beloved grandfather; what was a little touch compared to that?

"I'll save it for later. I need to rest," Zhang Xiaofan said. He was truly exhausted; the thirty-six needles had almost depleted his spiritual energy.

"Thank you," Ye Qingcheng stepped forward and hugged Zhang Xiaofan, kissing him lightly.

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, looking at the beautiful girl before him, his anger dissipating considerably.

"Don't let anyone disturb me," he said, gently pushing Ye Qingcheng aside. He sat cross-legged on her bed, hands together, and began to restore his energy.

Watching Zhang Xiaofan with closed eyes, his handsome face, Ye Qingcheng's heart fluttered. Shameless as a scoundrel, intimidating when serious, and profound when focused—what kind of person was he really?

...

"Damn it, I'm furious!" Back home, Liu Zifeng smashed an expensive antique porcelain into pieces.

"You said someone cured Ye Zhantian's poisoning?" In the room, an elderly man with white hair and beard flashed a sharp gaze. He was Liu Zifeng's grandfather, Liu Xiao.

"Yes, a young man, probably not even twenty, saved him," Liu Zifeng replied in a deep voice.

"It seems the Poison King isn't as legendary as they say," Liu Xiao muttered regretfully. If Ye family members had died, swallowing up their business would have been effortless.

"It's not easy to get the Poison King to act. We'll find another opportunity," Liu Xiao said after a pause. "Zifeng, those who achieve great things must know how to endure. Don't give up on the Ye family's girl."

"Yes, grandfather, but that brat—I definitely won't let him go," Liu Zifeng said fiercely.

"Naturally. Anyone who strikes my grandson will pay," Liu Xiao said sternly, then turned to a middle-aged man in a black cloak. "Acheng, investigate that boy and deal with him."

The cloaked man nodded silently and left.

After two hours of recovery, Zhang Xiaofan regained about thirty percent of his spiritual energy.

"Ah... it hurts..." At that moment, Ye Qingcheng clutched her abdomen, squatting in pain, cold sweat breaking out across her face.

"It seems this poison is more potent than I thought," Zhang Xiaofan frowned. Both Elder Ye's and Ye Qingcheng's poison came from the same hand—the Poison King.

"Since you're in Jinghai City, I don't mind eliminating you," Zhang Xiaofan's eyes turned cold. When he was fifteen, following Old Qingyun on a mission, he nearly died at the Poison King's hands.

This grudge, he would surely repay.

For now, he had to cure Ye Qingcheng.

"Bear with it. I'll detoxify you," Zhang Xiaofan said gently, helping her up. "Luckily you've met me; otherwise, you might not have survived."

"Xiaofan, is someone trying to harm the Ye family?" Even if Ye Qingcheng was slow, she knew she had been poisoned. Zhang Xiaofan hadn't lied.

"A family as prominent as the Ye's, a commercial giant, will naturally have rivals. It's normal for someone to want to harm you. Enough talk—take off your clothes, I'll treat you," Zhang Xiaofan said.

"Take off my clothes?" Ye Qingcheng blushed.

"No need to remove your bra, but I can't treat you through your clothes. If you want to take everything off, I don't mind," Zhang Xiaofan said seriously. Heaven knows, his intentions were pure.

"You... you're the one who wants me to take everything off," Ye Qingcheng scolded, her words playful.

"Fine, I'll undress, but can you handle it?" Zhang Xiaofan shot her a look. "Hurry up. The longer you wait, the harder it is to treat. I have to go home."

Ye Qingcheng nodded. He was a doctor; she couldn't think improperly.

Still, she blushed, and in front of Zhang Xiaofan, slowly undressed, revealing a black lace bra, the curves and deep valley of her chest, her slender waist without a trace of fat. Perhaps from nervousness, her body trembled, making those soft curves quiver.

Such allure made Zhang Xiaofan's mouth go dry.

He silently recited a mantra to dispel impure thoughts, then pressed his palm to Ye Qingcheng's abdomen. A warm current spread, making her feel cozy, a little itchy, and comfortable.

Her poison was milder, chronic and not very strong, so no needles were needed. Channeling spiritual energy and massaging the acupoints would expel the toxins.

Suppressing his desires with difficulty, Ye Qingcheng's seductive moans made Zhang Xiaofan react again. Sister, are you doing this on purpose?

See no evil, hear no evil...

He calmed his mind, moving his hand downward, massaging below her navel. Ye Qingcheng blushed deeper—it was nearing her forbidden area, but it felt so good...

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly applied force. Ye Qingcheng felt a contraction below, and her period, which was about to start, was forcibly triggered by him.

She was so embarrassed she didn't dare look at him.

"Is it done? I need to go to the bathroom..." Her voice was barely audible, head lowered.

"It's done. Go handle it, and remember, use hot water," Zhang Xiaofan said. Such a special treatment was truly tormenting for him.

Ye Qingcheng shyly jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, soon followed by the sound of running water.

"Scoundrel, big scoundrel!" she muttered under the hot water, her body flushed. He touched her, looked at her, and even detoxified her from there... Ah, so embarrassing!

Yawn...

Zhang Xiaofan sneezed. Who was cursing him behind his back?

Afraid he would commit a crime if he stayed longer—the bathroom door was glass, frosted, but still revealed Ye Qingcheng’s beautiful silhouette.

He opened the door, closed it carefully, and left.