A treatment to die for

The master bedroom was on the second floor, with a large balcony overlooking the lovely scenery of Huanhua Creek.

As soon as they entered, Ye Zi went to the balcony and drew the curtains, then reminded Luo Yang, "Close the door."

Only then did Luo Yang react and close the door behind him.

With the door and windows shut and the curtains drawn, the room went dark.

Luo Yang reached for the light switch.

Ye Zi's voice came from the darkness. "Don't turn it on yet."

Luo Yang withdrew his hand. "Ye Zi, how am I supposed to treat you without the light?"

"You... wait a moment before turning it on." Ye Zi sounded a little nervous.

Rustling came from the darkness.

Luo Yang couldn't see Ye Zi, but he knew what she was doing, which left him embarrassed and nervous. Yet his damned extrasensory ability chose precisely this moment to make trouble. The sounds she made, her scent, every detail of her at that moment appeared clearly in his mind, forming an image as sharp as 1080p.

"I'm ready. You can turn on the light now," Ye Zi said.

Only then did Luo Yang turn on the light.

The room instantly brightened.

Ye Zi was already lying on the bed beneath a thin silk quilt. Her pretty face resembled a peach blossom in March, pink suffusing its fairness, red suffusing the pink. Under the light, her skin looked almost like jelly, so delicate it seemed a breath could break it.

Luo Yang took a deep breath, fighting to suppress his wayward thoughts and urges, then approached the bed.

Their eyes met.

Each saw the other reflected in their eyes as they gazed at one another in silence.

This hardly looked like an exchange between doctor and patient. It was more like the unspoken understanding between a loving couple before bed.

"I... I'm going to start," Luo Yang said, breaking the silence.

But the moment the words left his mouth, even he was at a loss.

"How long will you take?" Ye Zi asked. As soon as she said it, she too seemed to realize something was wrong with the wording, and her pretty face flushed all the way to her ears.

"Well, a little over ten minutes, if nothing unexpected happens."

"Then... that's not too long. Go... go ahead." Ye Zi was actually even more nervous than Luo Yang.

Luo Yang reached out and took hold of the quilt. It barely weighed anything, yet it felt as if it weighed two or three hundred pounds, impossibly heavy.

He lifted the quilt little by little. Just as her body was about to be exposed, Ye Zi suddenly reached out and held it down. "Wait. I'll... I'll do it myself."

Luo Yang nodded and let go.

Ye Zi gripped the quilt, biting her cherry-red lip with her pearly teeth. After hesitating for several seconds, she finally gathered her courage and pulled the quilt up over her head.

The area that needed treatment was exposed.

Luo Yang instantly froze, like a rabbit caught in a car's headlights at night, dazzled and unable to move.

"What... what are you doing?" Feeling no movement, Ye Zi asked in a fluster.

Only then did Luo Yang come back to his senses. He hurriedly replied, "I'm... I'm preparing for the treatment."

"You're... you're only allowed to treat me." Ye Zi's voice trembled.

"Of course I'm only treating you. What... what else could I do?" Luo Yang's thoughts were a little muddled.

"You can't do anything else... oh, just hurry up." This damned embarrassment was becoming unbearable for Ye Zi, and even her ability to string words together was failing her.

Luo Yang took another deep breath, extended the fingers of his right hand in the Primordial Medical Finger technique, and pressed them against the affected area.

The doctor trembled.

The patient trembled too.

This was the most difficult treatment Luo Yang had undertaken since graduating from the Medical Academy.

When he treated Song Meiqi and Liu Youshui, he had needed almost no preparation and could get straight into the right state. This time, however, he simply couldn't settle into it. Either his Primordial Medical Finger missed the affected area, or his spiritual energy refused to obey and strayed where it shouldn't. One problem followed another.

Only after two or three minutes did he truly settle into the right state. A thread of clear light shot from between his fingers, straight as a needle, and silently pierced Ye Zi's affected area.

According to traditional Chinese medicine, mammary hyperplasia began with liver qi stagnation, followed by blood stasis and phlegm congealing into lumps. Treatment involved soothing the liver and regulating qi, promoting circulation and dispelling blood stasis, and softening and dispersing the lumps. Western medicine used hormonal drugs, iodine preparations, and tamoxifen, with vitamins A, B6, and E as supplementary medication to regulate sex hormones.

Luo Yang had studied all of this, but he no longer thought much of that knowledge. The Primordial Medical Finger used spiritual energy as medicine. Not only could it repair damaged nerves and cells, but once strengthened sufficiently, it could also reduce inflammation and pain, promote circulation and dispel blood stasis, and soften and disperse lumps. With just two fingers, he could surpass both traditional Chinese and Western medicine!

Although the Primordial Medical Finger was an ancient ancestral shaman healing art, strictly speaking, it was a form of energy-based treatment, a level humanity's current technology was still far from reaching.

At that moment, the nodules inside Ye Zi's body melted like ice and snow under sunlight. Apart from warmth, she felt no discomfort at all.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before Luo Yang finished the treatment. It shouldn't have taken so long, but his inability to settle into the right state at the beginning had cost him some time.

"Is... is it done?" Ye Zi's voice came from beneath the quilt.

Luo Yang said, "It's done."

He had intended to turn around and let Ye Zi get dressed, but just then, she threw back the quilt and sat up.

Their eyes met.

The air suddenly froze.

Neither said anything, yet they shared an unspoken understanding.

It was as though a mysterious magnetic field existed between them, drawing them toward each other.

The distance between them slowly narrowed, and their lips were just about to touch...

Ring, ring! Ring, ring!

Luo Yang's phone suddenly rang.

Startled, Luo Yang jerked his outstretched neck back.

Ye Zi slipped beneath the quilt again. This time she didn't cover her face, but there wasn't a patch of it that wasn't red.

Luo Yang took out his phone and glanced at it. The call was from Yang Long, a classmate from the Medical Academy, which surprised him a little.

"I... I'll take this call."

"Go ahead." Ye Zi looked at Luo Yang. Under the light, his sharply defined face had the polished appeal of a model, pleasing to her eyes from every angle.

Luo Yang stood and went out onto the balcony to answer.

"Hey, Luo Yang, what are you doing?" Yang Long asked.

"I'm..." Luo Yang glanced out of the corner of his eye at Ye Zi, who was still beneath the quilt, and had a sudden inspiration. "I'm sleeping. What's up?"

What he was really thinking was something else: Why hasn't she gotten up yet?

"Forget sleeping! Come out and have some fun!" Yang Long was the same as ever, speaking loudly without a thought for anyone else's feelings.

"Well, I think I'll pass." Luo Yang glanced at Ye Zi again.

"Listen, Wu Shengxiang, the campus beauty from our year, is back from Magic City. She specifically asked to see you. Don't be a spoilsport. Hurry over. I'll send you the location. If you don't come, we're no longer brothers." Having said his piece, Yang Long hung up.

Holding his phone, Luo Yang hesitated.

Brothers? Hardly. They had merely shared a dorm room in college and gotten along reasonably well.

As for that campus beauty, Wu Shengxiang, she was certainly pretty, but over their years in college, she had said no more than ten sentences to him in total. He didn't believe for a second that she had specifically asked to see him.

But he wanted to leave.

If he stayed...

He probably wouldn't be able to control himself. If something really happened between him and Ye Zi, he might enjoy it, but what about her? Her late husband's will stipulated that if she remarried, Song Haichang would gain custody of Song Meiqi. Not only that, she would also lose control of the Green Mountain Energy Company.

At that thought, Luo Yang immediately calmed down.

"Well, a few classmates need me for something. I'll go see them." Luo Yang made up his mind. He couldn't harm her.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Ye Zi's eyes, but she smiled faintly. "Go on. I can't exactly get out of bed while you're here."

That reminded Luo Yang, and he hurried toward the door.

Just then, Yang Long's location arrived on his phone. Buxiangju Restaurant was right beside the residential complex, only about a ten-minute walk away.

"Luo Yang," Ye Zi called.

For some reason, Luo Yang grew nervous. He glanced back. "Ye Zi, is... is there something else?"

"Is it far? Do you want me to drive you?"

"It's close. Buxiangju Restaurant, right beside this complex. I can walk," Luo Yang said.

"Don't drink too much." Ye Zi's voice was gentle.

"Okay, okay." Luo Yang didn't dare linger and went out.

As the door closed, Ye Zi lifted the quilt, extended a pale, slender finger, and gingerly poked the spot Luo Yang had treated.

It's really gone. How did he do it? Ye Zi was astonished and puzzled. Her mind was filled with that man's image, his mystery that she couldn't put into words, and his face that looked as though it belonged in a comic.

There was no telling what association she made, but she suddenly pulled the quilt over her face again. A muffled voice came from beneath it.

"How embarrassing! How embarrassing... ah!"