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The tent was cold and desolate, the silence almost oppressive.
Ye Chen lay sprawled on the bed, feeling parched and as if his throat were on fire. He struggled to sit up, wanting to pour himself a glass of water to soothe his throat.
Just then, he saw the white curtain being pushed open forcefully from outside.
A few bright beams of sunlight poured in alongside the figure of a man. Ye Chen instinctively squinted his eyes, taking a moment to adjust before he could clearly see the newcomer’s face.
The man was thin and unremarkable in appearance, with nothing particularly striking about him. However, his eyes were bright in an unsettling way, reminiscent of a rat's—small, bulging, and shifty, exuding an air of lewdness and restlessness.
It was Zhao Yongsheng. Today, he had carefully chosen the right moment, calculating that Pei Guanjing would be busy attending to patients and wouldn’t return anytime soon. This gave him the audacity to come knocking.
Though he was confident that Pei Guanjing was not around, one tends to overthink in such situations. To be cautious, he feigned politeness and asked, “Is Doctor Pei here?”
Ye Chen squinted at him, scrutinizing his features. The man seemed somewhat familiar; perhaps he was one of the injured soldiers treated at the Medical Camp in recent days. Unfortunately, Ye Chen couldn’t recall his name. Assuming Zhao Yongsheng had come seeking medical attention for himself, he hoarsely replied, “My Master is still at the Medical Camp. If you’re feeling unwell, you can find him there.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yongsheng felt the last remnants of doubt dissipate from his mind, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face. He let the curtain fall behind him and strode confidently into the tent, muttering, “Doctor Pei is so busy; my little ailments aren’t worth his time. You can just take a look for me.”
His cheerful demeanor and lewd tone made Ye Chen feel increasingly uncomfortable.
Ye Chen frowned slightly, growing more disapproving of this man. However, since Zhao Yongsheng had already spoken so boldly and given that Master was indeed preoccupied at the moment, Ye Chen figured that with some medical knowledge he had picked up recently—though it was only superficial—he could handle a minor issue.
Suppressing his distaste, he asked, “What seems to be the problem?”
"I'm feeling uncomfortable down there."
Ye Chen was momentarily taken aback by the lewd implication of the statement, simply finding the person in front of him too sleazy for his liking. However, as a healer, he had to treat the patient before him, and despite his inner disgust, he managed to suppress his emotions and asked, "Where exactly does it hurt?"
Seeing Ye Chen's bewildered expression, Zhao Yongsheng felt he resembled a lamb waiting for slaughter, and thought it would be amusing to tease this little rabbit. He boldly sat on a low stool, extended his right leg, and fixed his gaze on Ye Chen with a mischievous smile as he said, "This leg hurts."
Ye Chen shook off the daze and climbed off the bed with a blank expression. He walked over to Zhao Yongsheng and said coldly, "Roll up your pant leg."
Zhao Yongsheng leisurely reached down and began to roll up his pant leg inch by inch, revealing a leg covered in dark hair that looked quite unkempt.
Ye Chen squatted down in front of him, thought for a moment, then grabbed a white cloth strip nearby and carefully wrapped it around his hand. He then cautiously pressed on Zhao Yongsheng's leg, starting from the ankle and moving upward slowly. After a while without finding any obvious fractures or injuries, he grew impatient and looked up to ask, "Where exactly does it hurt?"
At that moment, a faint scent of Haitang Fragrance wafted through the air, identical to what Zhao Yongsheng had smelled in the Medical Camp these past few days. Following the source of the fragrance, Zhao Yongsheng's gaze fell upon the delicate and fair neck that was exposed as Ye Chen lowered his head.
A wave of desire surged within him as he became increasingly convinced that Pei Guanjing had hidden a Kun Ze in his tent. The pure Haitang Fragrance, untouched by any other scent, almost made Zhao Yongsheng reach out to touch it.
Just then, Ye Chen happened to lift his head and looked at him with evident annoyance.
Ye Chen's face was pale with a hint of pink, beautiful like spring flowers. Zhao Yongsheng was momentarily entranced and nearly drooled; he swallowed hard and feigned calmness as he said, "A little higher."
Ye Chen's hand moved up slightly again and asked once more, "Here?"
"Just a bit higher."
"Here?" Ye Chen's hand moved up slightly.
"Go higher," Zhao Yongsheng's lewd smile became even more pronounced.
Ye Chen furrowed his brows tightly; if he still didn't understand at this point, he would be a fool! Realizing he had been played, a surge of anger welled up inside him.
Without hesitation, Ye Chen withdrew his hand. "I can't help with this condition. Come back when my Master returns." With that, he braced himself on his knees and attempted to stand up.
However, just as he had risen halfway, his right hand was suddenly grabbed by Zhao Yongsheng. With a face full of lewdness, Zhao Yongsheng pulled on his hand and said, "Little Doctor Ye, I'm really uncomfortable here. Please just help me out a bit."
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