To solve the problem, he had to use the true qi formed by fusing the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique: an energy that was supremely yin and yang, and contained a wondrous power of creation.
This true qi could draw out the cold poison and restore balance to Zhong Ling's body.
"Ling'er," Lin Xuan said, his voice tender and reassuring. "Listen to me. I'm going to drive the poison from your body. You'll need to relax completely, and you can't wear any clothes."
"My true qi has to touch your skin directly so it can draw out the cold poison wreaking havoc inside you. Will you... let me?"
Zhong Ling was lying on the bed, suffering under the torment of the cold.
Though her mind was hazy, her trust in Lin Xuan was etched into her bones.
To her, Lin Xuan's voice was like the music of heaven.
Without the slightest hesitation, she gathered all her strength and gave a slight nod, forcing a few words from her throat:
"...I'll... listen to... Brother Xuan... I'll do whatever you say..."
Her complete trust eased Lin Xuan's heart. He immediately focused on the treatment.
He hesitated no longer. With his slender fingers, he gently undid the frog closures on Zhong Ling's pale yellow jacket.
As her clothes were removed layer by layer, the tender, newly blossomed body of a young girl, fresh as morning dew, lay exposed before Lin Xuan in the gentle candlelight.
It was a sight that took one's breath away.
Her skin was fine and warm, with a faint sheen, radiating the vitality of youth.
Her figure still held the bashful softness of a girl, yet had already begun to take on graceful curves, as exquisite as a work of art carved by a master craftsman.
Her shoulders were