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"Help! There's a rapist." Before Ling Yuanyuan could even shout, the hands had already found the acupuncture point and pressed it accurately. "Hush, let's make a deal. I'll help you chase Ling Qian, and you'll help me convince him to accept me as his disciple. How about that?" The silvery moonlight outside the window poured in like broken silver. At this time, Ling Yuanyuan's eyes had already adapted to the darkness. She looked over and saw that the man was Feng Yunge, who had roasted her frogs during the day and was sticking to her like a dog-skin plaster, wanting her to become his disciple. At this moment, he had a sly smile on his face and his eyes were filled with expectation. Ling Yuanyuan snorted disdainfully, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of contempt. "Helping me is helping yourself. We help each other and each gets what we need. I become a master and you get a husband. Isn't that a happy ending for everyone?" Feng Yunge raised his eyebrows and bewitched her. Ling Yuanyuan's eyes swirled around, and she seemed to be weighing the pros and cons in her mind, with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "You asked me if I had any way to help you chase Ling Qian. Anyway, I have a way. We are both men, and I have the best way to deal with a man like him who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. How about it, do you want to cooperate?" Feng Yunge struck while the iron was hot, staring closely at Ling Yuanyuan. Ling Yuanyuan's face flushed a little, like the sunset glow in the sky, she lowered her head slightly, a little shy. "What are you still shy about? It's so obvious, embroidering mandarin ducks playing in the water, even a blind man would know that you like him." Feng Yunge said, and pressed the acupuncture points on her back, "How about it, show your attitude?" Ling Yuanyuan was hit on the point of his mind, and became angry and turned over, and stabbed the poisoned silver needle in his hand. The action was swift and sharp, with a hint of determination.
As the needle came piercing through, Feng Yunge had no choice but to pin her down once more.
At that moment, Ling Yuanyuan's body leaned closer, her chest pressed tightly against Feng Yunge’s, breathing heavily. As they swayed together, Feng Yunge teasingly leaned in again, their bodies snugly fitting against each other.
"Well, well, throwing yourself at me, huh? Then I won't hold back!"
Feng Yunge pretended to wrap his arms around her. The fragrance of her presence lingered around his neck, warm and ticklish, causing him to shudder as his heart raced unexpectedly.
He quickly jumped off the bed, trying to mask his inner turmoil, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
"Tsk tsk, truly the most venomous of hearts. A woman like this is not one I can afford to have. Think carefully—does this deal seem worth it?"
Men understood men better; if he could help pursue Ling Qian, Ling Yuanyuan's eyes darted around as if a decision was forming in her mind.
Outside Yuan Yuan Medical Clinic, a long line of patients stretched out like a serpent. Ling Yuanyuan looked up at the sign with golden letters on a black background: Yuan Yuan Medical Clinic. Her master had named the clinic after her and claimed he had no feelings for her?
Lowering her head, a slight smile curved her lips, filled with sweetness and confusion, yet she tilted her head slightly, lost in thought.
"Hey, old man, don’t cut in line." Ling Yuanyuan strode over and swiftly pulled the line-cutter out with decisive ease.
The Ghost Hand Saint Doctor Ling Qian was highly esteemed; every day brought a steady stream of patients seeking his expertise. Some even carried their deceased loved ones to him for treatment, rumored to be capable of reviving the dead. Ling Yuanyuan dealt daily with those who cut in line or came merely out of curiosity or hearsay, leaving her with a headache as she frowned in exasperation.
"Make way! Make way! There's an emergency here!"
A door panel burst in, and the person behind it winked at Ling Yuanyuan.
Understanding the cue, Ling Yuanyuan waved her hand decisively, allowing him to enter.
"Master, there's an emergency," Ling Qian said, pausing from writing a prescription. He glanced over with a calm expression, his eyes betraying no emotion.
"What kind of emergency?"
"I can't move at all," the person behind the door panel replied. "I fell from the mountain today and suddenly lost all ability to move."
The speaker was Feng Yunge, who was pretending to lie against the door panel, his head wrapped in tattered cloth, a hint of feigned pain on his face.
Upon hearing this, Ling Qian's hand trembled slightly, and his eyes brightened with evident interest, a flicker of excitement crossing his gaze as he seemed intrigued by the case.
"Bring him to the inner room for examination."
Ling Yuanyuan discreetly gestured to Feng Yunge, signaling that she had completed her task. They had reached an agreement the previous night: Feng Yunge would pretend to be ill while she helped him find a way to stay in the Ling household, and in return, he would assist her in pursuing her master.
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