[Your Holiness, You're Sick]

With Hu Liena leading the way,

the master and disciple soon arrived at Rejuvenation Hall.

May the world be free of illness and suffering;

I would rather the medicines on my shelves gather dust.

The couplet revealed a physician's compassionate heart.

However,

Cao Mengde, who was seeing patients, had been forced by the system to betray the words at the entrance.

He had transmigrated to Douluo Continent.

He had landed on the original host and crushed him to death with his backside. Since he looked similar to the deceased, he inherited his memories.

His parents had been sacrificed to the heavens.

He ran a small medical clinic alone to make a living.

Because of this,

Cao Mengde was extremely depressed.

Everyone knew

that the Soul Master World had healing Soul Masters, leaving little room for ordinary medicine to gain a foothold.

Forget fighting for supremacy over the world;

he would probably struggle just to earn a living.

Fortunately, he had bound the Disease Treatment System, and treating illnesses could make him stronger.

"It's you?"

"Have you come to arrest me again?"

Cao Mengde sat in the main hall and spoke as he watched Hu Liena enter.

He had intended to chat a little longer.

But his gaze was instantly drawn to the alluring woman holding a scepter.

Bibi Dong.

She really was a woman of charm.

A single glance

was enough to stir a man's desires.

"This is my teacher, the Pope of Spirit Hall."

Cao Mengde rose to his feet.

He cupped his fists politely.

"So His Holiness the Pope has graced us with her presence. Your visit truly brings glory to my humble establishment."

Bibi Dong took a careful look at Cao Mengde.

He had delicate features and wore white robes, giving him a graceful bearing.

Sure enough, he had the presence of a Titled Douluo.

"I didn't expect there to be a Titled Douluo as young as you in the Soul Master World."

Cao Mengde smiled.

"You flatter me, Your Holiness. I've always kept a low profile, so few people in the Soul Master World know about me. Unlike Tang Hao, who can't wait for the whole world to know he's the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent."

At the mention of Tang Hao's name,

Bibi Dong reacted sharply. "Do you know Tang Hao?"

Cao Mengde shook his head. "No, I've only heard of him. Rumor has it everywhere that he was once the youngest Titled Douluo. So what? He'd better hope he never falls seriously ill. Otherwise, he'll still have to come to me for treatment."

Bibi Dong replied,

"It seems you're very confident in your medical skills?"

Cao Mengde nodded. "Yes. Your Holiness, could it be that you've come here because you're sick?"

Under normal circumstances,

Bibi Dong would have retorted without courtesy that he was the one who was sick.

But things were different now.

She really was sick.

And seriously so.

The Soul Master finals were imminent.

The contestants who had emerged victorious from the two great empires were on their way to Spirit Hall.

With illness plaguing her, she had no mind to preside over the proceedings.

She was nearly frantic with worry.

"That's right."

"I am sick."

"Can you treat me?"

Cao Mengde withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the ten ladies who had accompanied him for eighteen years.

"Let me put it this way."

"These hands of mine are the bane of every illness under heaven. Why don't you give them a try, Your Holiness?"

Since she was already here,

Bibi Dong readily accepted.

For the sake of Cao Mengde's status as a Titled Douluo, she was willing to try once more.

"Please follow me to the examination room, Your Holiness."

Cao Mengde walked ahead.

He led Bibi Dong into a separate room.

The furnishings inside were extremely simple.

There was only a single bed.

"Lie down on the bed." Cao Mengde pointed to the soft bed.

"What?"

"You want me... to lie on the bed? Why?"

Cao Mengde wanted to know why too.

It was merely part of going through the motions to make the examination look convincing.

He fetched a small stool

and placed it beside the bed before sitting down.

"So I can examine you."

"If you don't lie down, how am I supposed to examine you?"

"Do you expect me to kneel or lie on my stomach to do it?"

Bibi Dong was at a loss.

She had no choice but to do as he said.

"Take off your high heels. Don't get my bed dirty; I just bought it."

Bibi Dong looked displeased.

"How much can your lousy bed possibly be worth?"

"I'll pay you for it later."

As soon as she finished speaking,

Bibi Dong lay down without even taking off her shoes.

Cao Mengde was a little disappointed.

He had hoped to take the opportunity to see her jade feet.

He hadn't expected to fail.

But it didn't matter.

Bibi Dong was even sexier in high heels.

Cao Mengde lowered his head

and studied Bibi Dong's face with a serious expression.

You could call this woman love-brained,

but you had to admit

she was truly full of charm, and her natural fragrance was intoxicating.

"Now, open your mouth."

Bibi Dong found it rather strange, and her gaze sharpened.

"Why should I open my mouth?"

Seeing that Bibi Dong wouldn't open her mouth,

Cao Mengde's expression grew solemn.

"A physician must observe, listen and smell, inquire, and take the pulse to accurately discern a patient's condition."

Bibi Dong thought there was some medical sense to that,

but she remained unmoved.

She couldn't shake the feeling that opening her mouth was a little awkward.

"Open up already. I have urgent business," Cao Mengde urged impatiently.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

Her face darkened as she asked, "What urgent business do you have?"

Cao Mengde answered with a perfectly straight face.

"After I'm done examining you, I still have other patients to see. A healing Soul Master's time is life."

In the end,

Bibi Dong really had no other recourse.

To rid herself of the illness plaguing her, she slowly opened her mouth.

Watching the Pope open her mouth,

Cao Mengde felt secretly pleased with himself.

You little brat.

Did you think I couldn't handle you?

"Hmm, your tongue coating is moist, and there's no inflammation in your mouth. You look just like a healthy person on the outside. No wonder others couldn't tell you were ill, Your Holiness."

"I'm done. You can close your mouth."

Done?

Done with what?

Bibi Dong was baffled.

She went on to ask,

"Can't you tell what's wrong?"

Her tone was filled with disappointment, and even a hint of anger.

"What's your hurry?"

"Lie back down and don't move."

"Give me your hand."

Bibi Dong grew increasingly curious.

She quickly sat up on the bed, killing intent in her eyes.

"What do you want my hand for?"

Cao Mengde, by contrast, remained perfectly calm.

He was the only one who could treat Bibi Dong's illness, so he had no need to be afraid.

"I'm going to take your pulse."

"Even if the symptoms aren't visible on the outside, I can still reach a conclusion from the speed and strength of your pulse."

Take my pulse?

Bibi Dong was skeptical.

Since she was already here, she decided to be patient and see what happened.

Soon,

Bibi Dong laid her jade hand flat beside the bed.

With just one glance,

Cao Mengde couldn't help marveling inwardly.

What a beautiful hand for giving a handjob.

Cough...

He gave a light cough,

then put on an act, placing his fingertips on her pulse.

"No wonder."

"No wonder nothing was visible on the outside. There's an invisible stuffiness in your chest. Your Holiness, you must have been feeling very irritable lately?"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened in shock.

He had merely felt her pulse, yet he could accurately describe her specific symptoms.

It seemed Cao Mengde had some ability.

"Can you cure me or not?"

Cao Mengde smiled.

"There's no illness under heaven that I, Cao Mengde, can't cure."

"Your Holiness, lie down properly."

"I'm going to start treating you."

With a slight movement of his mind.

Nine Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

Bibi Dong had learned from Hu Liena that Cao Mengde was a Titled Douluo, so she wasn't surprised.

But she hadn't expected it.

Cao Mengde actually possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Her soft pink lips parted once more of their own accord.

"You..."

"What kind of Martial Soul is that?"

Cao Mengde's hands were entirely green.

They glowed a vivid green, brimming with potent vitality, and were so green that they made one uneasy.

"This is my Body Martial Soul, Gynecology Divine Hand."

"Your Holiness, once I clear the pent-up Qi in your chest, you'll be cured."

As he spoke.

Cao Mengde raised his right hand and reached toward Bibi Dong's chest.

Seeing this.

Bibi Dong sprang up in fright.

"Shameless beast, are you courting death?"