Zhao An picked up a silver needle and placed it over an alcohol lamp to sterilize it. The slender needle glead with a hint of coldness. "Aren't you afraid I might harm you?"
Zheng Peiling smiled kindly. "I'm an old man, what is there to fear? I've lived enough." There was a lightness and indifference in her words, as if she had seen through the mundane world and was free from all worries.
"Really? Then why do you want treatnt? Do you want to live longer, or perhaps maintain your youthful beauty?" Zhao An said expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on the needle.
This was the first ti he had used his dical skills, which he had learned long ago. When he first got the system, Zhao An spent almost all his ti in the city library, where a vast amount of knowledge was stored.
He studied so hard, not for grades, but to unlock the knowledge within. It's no exaggeration to call Zhao An a master of all trades now. He knows everything, masters everything.
Was all that hard work done in the early days just to show off? No, it was to enjoy life in this mont.
The decision to save Zheng Peiyi wasn't a sudden decision; it was planned long ago. It just so happened that this ti, they encountered Qian Yuling's mother. The target wasn't important; what mattered was that this person had to hold a certain level of influence within their family.
Old people are afraid of death, so making so concessions to prolong their lives is perfectly normal. And the family wouldn't let them die so quickly. The elders are spiritual symbols. Often, not taking action ans the elders' affections are still there; if they did, it would be chaos.
This ti, it was just to establish his reputation. Want him to save her in the future? Sure, pay , I'll save her. No? Then die.
Taking a deep puff of his cigarette, Zhao An looked at Zheng Peiyi, who was smiling at him. He remained silent, using silence to mask his guilt. "Take off your clothes."
"Okay." Zheng Peiyi wasn't shy. She took off her clothes openly, leaving only her underwear, revealing her fair skin. It was quite good, well-maintained for her age.
Zhao An focused on acupuncture and massage for Zheng Peiyi, simultaneously dispersing qi. He expelled accumulated toxins from the body while stimulating the organs through acupuncture points, revitalizing them.
Only when the internal organs are healthy can the body be healthy. This was dical treatnt, not pornography.
"Xiao An, please promise one thing. Treat Yuling well. I will personally train her to be a useful person. She wasn't happy before, and had to marry into the Tang family to keep the family line going. Now, I see she's happy with you. Treat her well, and she'll be a good wife, a good mother, and a good helper!" Zheng Peiyi squinted her eyes. The massage was truly pleasurable.
"I would do it even if you didn't tell . She's my woman, my wife. Aside from the lack of a marriage certificate, she's no different from my wife. I'll let her bear children. Don't worry." Zhao An perford the massage with a focused gaze.
It's not impossible to use dical skills to save lives, but it requires extre concentration. Surgery is no joke. Pressing the wrong acupoint can cause serious trouble.
Two hours later, Zhao An washed his hands, still stained with a little blood.
"Alright, let's eat now, then get so sleep. Tomorrow you'll notice sothing different." Zhao An wiped his hands clean, his expression remaining calm.
Xu Yan, who was waiting, helped her mother-in-law to her feet. Zheng Peiyi's face flushed red, her energy returning. However, there was a pungent odor, coated in a kind of excrent.
These were accumulated toxins. As cells age, their function declines. Ultimately, the toxins accumulate, forming age spots, depleting nutrients, and ultimately accelerating death.
"Thank you." Zheng Peiling's gratitude was sincere this ti, without a trace of falsehood. She truly felt well and comfortable.
"Go take a shower! I'm starving. Let's have dinner soon," Zhao An said, hugging Qian Yuling, who had hurried over. He was indeed hungry.
"Thank you, husband," Qian Yuling whispered.
"Words like that are useless. Let's show so real action. Just thank properly tonight!" Zhao An smirked. Actual benefits moved people more than empty promises.
"Okay, whatever you want tonight," Qian Yuling replied quietly, her heart overflowing with love for Zhao An.
What surprised Zhao An was that even though it was already eight o'clock, everyone in the living room was waiting for him to eat.
A middle-aged man, slightly balding, with a calm deanor, sat at the main table. "Zhao An, take this way," he said, invitingly gesturing from the seat next to him.
The young people present were a little surprised, wondering how soone so much younger than them could hold such a position of power.
Many of the n's eyes lit up when they saw Qian Yuling. This woman was a legend, a beautiful legend.
Zhao An didn't refuse, pulling Qian Yuling to their seat. "You weren't waiting for , were you? I think you were waiting for Madam Zheng."
"Haha, I was waiting for you. Thank you for treating my mother. She's the pillar of our family. Let toast you!" Qian Ben took his glass and emptied it.
Zhao An also took his glass and emptied it. "You're welco. This ti it's free, but next ti I'll have to charge. Besides, I don't usually treat people. Their lives are of no concern to . I have no interest in saving lives."
"Haha, you're such a true man. Co on, please!" Qian Ben gestured as if to invite them to eat, then shouted to the other tables, "Eat!"
Only after Qian Ben spoke did anyone else dare to pick up their chopsticks. That was the rule. Without rules, there's no order.
Zhao An smiled, not being polite, but quickly picking up his food. The al was plentiful—not quite a full banquet, but at least a third of it. It was already quite a feast.
Lotus seed soup, rich fish, golden stead buns, and so on—all delicacies embodying regional characteristics.
Zhao An accepted everything, unpicky about the food and seemingly unfamiliar with it, and simply began to eat.
Embarrassed? That's a childish emotion. Being shy ans you can't eat enough. Why would you go against your own appetite just to save face?
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