Chapter 175: Suck It Out With Your Mouth

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Yue Feifei froze. Her almond-shaped eyes went wide as she subconsciously asked, "Why do I have to take my clothes off?"

Yang Xun looked helpless. He pointed to the wound on her chest, completely hidden by her clothes, and said seriously, "If you don’t take your clothes off, how am I supposed to treat you? I can’t even see the wound. I have no idea how far the poison has spread. You expect me to treat you through your clothes?"

"Do you really know how to treat people?"

Yue Feifei’s gaze was filled with suspicion as she looked Yang Xun up and down. No matter how she looked at him, she couldn’t connect this stubborn mule, who used to be too poor to even eat, with the word "doctor."

Yang Xun was at a loss for words. Just as he was about to explain, the door was pushed open, and Qian Peichuan walked in carrying a basin of hot water and several clean white towels.

Following Yang Xun’s instructions, Qian Peichuan placed the items on the nightstand, then turned around, bowed slightly, his attitude one of utmost respect.

"Divine Doctor Yang, I hope you won’t hold the previous misunderstanding against me."

Qian Peichuan paused, a look of sincere gratitude appearing on his face. "Also," he said earnestly, "thank you for curing Grandpa Zhou. Grandpa Zhou is a great benefactor to all of us. We are grateful to you from the bottom of our hearts for healing him!"

"It’s nothing, just a small matter. Treating people is a matter of fate."

Yang Xun wasn’t a petty person, and since Qian Peichuan’s attitude was indeed sincere, he gave a polite wave of his hand.

"Then I’ll leave you to it. Call me if you need anything."

Qian Peichuan bowed slightly again, then turned and quickly left, pulling the door closed behind him.

Only Yang Xun and Yue Feifei were left in the room.

"You... You cured Zhou Kunlun’s illness?!"

Yue Feifei stared at Yang Xun in shock, her almond-shaped eyes filled with disbelief. Her voice jumped several octaves.

Yang Xun nodded lightly. "You know Zhou Kunlun, too?"

"Of course I do!" Yue Feifei said hurriedly. "He’s Zhou Yuan’s grandfather, and Zhou Yuan is my employer. Zhou Yuan asked me to find a doctor for Zhou Kunlun before. I traveled across half of China and found several renowned experts in the field, but after examining him, they all just shook their heads. Not a single one of them could cure Zhou Kunlun."

At this, the way she looked at Yang Xun completely changed.

Those doctors were no quacks; every single one was a top expert from a major Grade A hospital, and some were even the most respected authorities in the country.

She still remembered their evaluation of Zhou Kunlun’s condition crystal clear... Terminally ill and beyond saving.

’But Yang Xun actually cured him?!’

’This is too ridiculous!’

’Has it only been a few years? How did that poor kid who used to starve himself just to get by suddenly become a divine doctor who leaves even top experts in the dust?’

Seeing Yue Feifei’s dumbfounded expression, Yang Xun smiled. "So, you believe I have medical skills now?"

Yue Feifei nodded emphatically, the suspicion in her eyes completely gone. "I believe you! I believe you!"

The smile on Yang Xun’s face vanished instantly, his expression turning dead serious. "If you believe me, then hurry up and take off your clothes! If you wait any longer, the poison will spread to your heart’s meridians, and you’ll be dead!"

This time, Yue Feifei didn’t dare to delay any longer.

She bit her lip, gripped the hem of her black business top, took a deep breath, and pulled it off over her head, tossing it aside.

In an instant, she was left in just a black lace bra, large swathes of her snow-white skin exposed to the air.

GULP!

Yang Xun swallowed hard, completely mesmerized.

’She’s absolutely gorgeous!’

Yue Feifei’s figure was a stark contrast to her sharp, capable face.

Looking at her face, you’d think she was a competent, no-nonsense career woman. But with her clothes off, her figure shattered all expectations. Her skin was smooth and firm, white as snow, and shimmered with an alluring luster in the sunlight.

Her collarbones were exquisite and distinct, like two shallow crescent moons, with a single, tiny bead of sweat nestled in the small hollow between them.

Below that were her full breasts, barely contained by the black lace, even more astonishing than when she was clothed. They were perfectly shaped, like sculptures, so pert they seemed about to burst through the thin layer of lace.

Thanks to years of exercise, they were firm and elastic, trembling slightly with her rapid breaths.

Her waist was slender but not frail, and you could faintly see the two shallow lines of her abs. Her flat stomach was like a piece of high-grade silk, smooth and delicate.

There wasn’t a trace of excess fat on her body; every part was just right. It was the kind of perfect figure that would get any man’s blood pumping.

Yang Xun’s gaze lingered on Yue Feifei’s body for a full three seconds before he snapped out of it.

"Stop staring! Hurry up and treat me!"

Yue Feifei’s cheeks instantly burned crimson, the blush spreading from her face all the way down her neck and to the tips of her ears.

She turned her head away, not daring to look Yang Xun in the eye, her voice a mixture of urgency and embarrassment.

"Right!"

Yang Xun took a deep breath, forcefully pushing all the distracting thoughts from his mind and quickly entered a state of treatment.

He placed his palm near Yue Feifei’s wound. A wisp of True Qi seeped from his palm, following her meridians into her body. The True Qi acted like an invisible net, enveloping the spreading poison bit by bit and gathering it toward the wound.

However, when he tried to force the poisoned blood out of her body, his brow furrowed sharply.

’Something’s wrong!’

It was as if the poison had taken root, clinging stubbornly to the walls of her meridians. For every inch his True Qi advanced, the poison seeped an inch deeper, as if trapped in the deep layers of her muscle. No matter how Yang Xun circulated his True Qi, he couldn’t force the black, poisoned blood out of the wound.

Yang Xun’s expression darkened, his brows knitting into a tight knot.

"What’s wrong?"

Yue Feifei noticed Yang Xun’s expression growing uglier and uglier. Her heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "Did you run into a problem?"

Yang Xun slowly withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, "The properties of this poison are very unusual. It doesn’t just flow through your bloodstream; it has seeped into the walls of your meridians, as if it’s taken root. Pushing it from the outside with True Qi is completely ineffective."

Yue Feifei’s face went pale hearing this, her voice trembling. "Then... then what do we do?"

"Let me think."

Yang Xun fell into deep thought, his mind racing as he mentally flipped through the Chapters on detoxification in the *Rejuvenation Medical Scripture* over and over again.

A moment later, Yang Xun’s head snapped up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"I’ve thought of a way."

"What is it? Tell me, quick!"

Yue Feifei was full of urgency, as if she were grasping at her last lifeline.

But Yang Xun didn’t speak immediately. He hesitated, a difficult expression on his face. "There is a way, but... it’s a bit inappropriate. I don’t know if you’d be willing."

"For God’s sake!!"

Yue Feifei was so anxious her eyes turned red, and her voice was thick with tears. "I’m about to die here! What is there to be willing or not willing about?! If you have a way, just say it! You’re killing me with the suspense!!"

Yang Xun took a deep breath, looked at Yue Feifei seriously, and said, word by word, "This poison has seeped into the walls of your meridians. It can’t be pushed out from the outside. The only way... is for me to use my mouth... to suck it out for you."

As he finished speaking, Yang Xun’s gaze fell involuntarily upon Yue Feifei’s high, full breasts...