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I must punish you!
Yang Dou was startled and shot a fierce glare at Chen Anlin. "What time is it? You're still joking with me, Sister Dou!"
"I'm not joking, I'm serious," Chen Anlin replied, spreading his hands. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Putting my feelings aside for now, do you have confidence in treating His Majesty's illness?"
Chen Anlin spoke honestly, "I don't have confidence, but it's worth a try. Besides, I know quite a few folk remedies. Perhaps I can treat what the imperial doctors cannot! Even if it doesn't work, it won't cause any harm."
Yang Dou instinctively nodded. "Alright, follow me."
Before long, Yang Dou led Chen Anlin into the emperor's chamber.
Wu Xixue lay on the dragon bed, dressed in a dragon robe and barefoot. Her hair flowed like ink down her back, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped from her fair skin, which was as tender as tofu. Her forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
"Your Majesty," Chen Anlin quickly bowed.
"Xiao Anzi, what are you doing here? Hurry up and leave; I have no time for you today," Wu Xixue said with a groan.
"It's too hot!!"
She felt as if her body were about to explode from the heat that enveloped her. Unable to help herself, she arched her back in pain, shivering as the temperature around her rose several degrees, making the entire room feel like it was being scorched by the sun.
"Your Majesty, Chen Anlin says he wants to treat your illness," Yang Dou quickly explained.
Wu Xixue glanced at Chen Anlin and shook her head. "I'm not in the mood for jokes right now. Chen Anlin, if you keep talking nonsense, I will definitely punish you."
As she spoke, she noticed the hem of her robe had lifted slightly, exposing her long white legs beneath. The sight was quite revealing.
The key was that Chen Anlin's gaze seemed to wander over her form.
This guy is so rude.
Wu Xixue thought to herself that the old Xiao Anzi had changed; he had become so bold—did he really think he could look at the emperor so casually?
But right now, she felt too unwell to say much more. After awkwardly covering herself with her hand, she lay back on the pillow and gasped for breath.
"Your Majesty, I have indeed learned some medical skills and wish to relieve your worries," Chen Anlin said again with cupped hands.
Wu Xixue didn't believe him at all. In her memory, Chen Anlin was an honest man with no skills; when they were young, she had bullied him, and as he grew up, he became a sycophant for other women who bullied him in turn.
Just as she was about to dismiss him again, Yang Dou interjected: "Your Majesty, Chen Anlin just took my pulse and understands my condition very well. Please allow him to take a look at you."
"Fine then, let's give it a try," Wu Xixue said weakly as she extended her delicate hand like a lotus root.
Chen Anlin bent down and walked over.
"These legs are way too long, could this be the legendary nine-headed body?"
He couldn't help but glance at Wu Xixue's legs. Although they were covered by her robe, the faint outline was still visible. Of course, he was merely shocked; the pressing matter was to treat her and save her life!
Chen Anlin immediately took her pulse. The moment his hand touched her wrist, it felt like he had touched boiling water—exceedingly hot. If an ordinary person had this temperature, they would have been scalded to death long ago.
Chen Anlin's heart sank. After a moment, he discerned Wu Xixue's ailment. She had cultivated a certain technique that caused a surge of scorching energy in her dantian. This intense heat was too violent; although it had greatly enhanced Wu Xixue's cultivation, it also made it impossible for her to fully control this power.
From time to time, this energy would attempt to consume its master. The current situation was a manifestation of that—this raging heat wanted to burst forth from her body.
Ordinary physicians would have no way to handle such an ailment, but Chen Anlin had perfected his medical techniques through rigorous training. He remembered that sealing this power would resolve the stubborn illness.
"We need acupuncture!" Chen Anlin declared.
"What??"
Both Wu Xixue and Yang Dou were taken aback.
"Your Majesty, I can treat your condition, but we need acupuncture. I will seal the violent energy within you," he explained. "The issue is that you haven't fully controlled this power yet, so once I seal it, the problem will be resolved."
Wu Xixue opened her mouth; Chen Anlin was currently the only one who understood how her ailment had come about.
"Yang Dou, hurry and fetch the acupuncture needles!" Wu Xixue commanded.
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Yang Dou rushed out.
"Your Majesty, please lie down," Chen Anlin said.
Wu Xixue didn't think much of it and lay down, saying, "I didn't know you secretly learned medicine; not bad! If you can truly cure my ailment, I promise I will reward you."
Suddenly, Chen Anlin brought his fingers together and pressed them against a specific acupoint on Wu Xixue's back.
"Your Majesty, don't speak for now. I will first use my energy to suppress part of your power."
With a series of rapid taps, Wu Xixue felt the violent energy within her indeed being subdued.
The rhythmic sound echoed in the air, and before long, Wu Xixue found it surprisingly comfortable.
It really works! She was both astonished and delighted. Ever since she had cultivated that peculiar skill, she had been plagued by this ailment, unable to find a solution. She never expected that Chen Anlin would manage to suppress it. Although it wasn't completely eradicated, she felt significantly better.
Before long, Yang Dou also brought over some acupuncture needles. Though it was his first time dealing with such things in reality, he had simulated the process countless times in the Qi Luck Immortal Bottle. He had seen many patients die at his hands; if there weren't a thousand, there were at least eight hundred. His heart was as cold as ice.
With swift movements, several needles danced through the air under his nimble fingers.
"Your Majesty, this needle is a bit thick; please bear with it," Chen Anlin reminded her.
"Just stab it in; no matter how thick or long it is, I can handle it," Wu Xixue replied calmly, taking a deep breath.
Chen Anlin nodded, aimed at the acupoint, and swiftly pierced the needle in.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
With each thrust, the needles sealed the acupoints and concentrated the energy within Wu Xixue's body. The tension in her furrowed brows gradually eased as she genuinely felt that intense heat dissipate.
As the last silver needle was inserted, the pain finally vanished.
"Your Majesty, you only need to rest for a short while before removing the silver needles. By then, as the energy dissipates, your chronic ailment should be gone. If it recurs in the future, you can use this method again," Chen Anlin said as he stepped back two paces and cupped his hands respectfully.
Wu Xixue's face lit up with satisfaction as she nodded slightly. "Not bad; I didn't expect you to have such skills. Now tell me, what reward do you want?"
As she spoke, she noticed Chen Anlin's gaze drifting toward her long legs.
This guy seems glued to my legs! Wu Xixue scoffed inwardly, thinking he was trying to hide his interest.
Considering Chen Anlin's decent performance just now, let's give him a little reward.
Deep down, Wu Xixue was already thinking about how to reward Chen Anlin. He had just called off his engagement, and he must be feeling a bit empty and lonely right now. So, why not grant him a beautiful woman?
Chen Anlin was quite pleased when the Emperor asked him what reward he wanted. What should he choose? Techniques, elixirs, treasures? For a moment, he found himself at a loss.
Just then, Wu Xixue spoke up: "Little Anzi, didn't you just break off your engagement with Zhao Yao? How about this: I bestow upon you a marriage proposal. The eldest daughter of the Duke of Sun is young and has a cultivation level of the fifth rank. If you think she's good enough, I can arrange the marriage right away!"
The eldest daughter of the Duke of Sun?
Chen Anlin was momentarily taken aback before realizing who she meant. That short girl?
Indeed, her talent in cultivation was impressive, but he felt they were more like brothers.
"Ahem, Your Majesty, I think there's no rush for marriage; I should focus on my training first."
"Oh? It's rare to hear you say such things; quite surprising," Wu Xixue teased. "But are you sure you don't want it? I heard you have a fondness for beautiful women."
"I can only be considered half fond of beautiful women," Chen Anlin replied.
There's such a saying?
"Well, I only like beautiful women and not ugly ones," he hinted wildly.
Ahem! Yang Dou coughed at this, trying hard not to laugh.
Wu Xixue rolled her eyes playfully; that eye roll was truly beautiful, like a snow lotus blooming on an icy mountain.
Chen Anlin stared at her in a daze.
Seeing his foolish expression, Wu Xixue huffed coldly, "What are you staring at?"
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