Lin Xuan spoke up and said, "Miss Su, let me administer the acupuncture for you."
"Alright."
Su Hua sat obediently in the chair, waiting for Lin Xuan to perform the acupuncture.
Lin Xuan frowned and said, "Miss Su, these needles will pierce your head. It will hurt a little, so please bear with it."
"It is fine."
Su Hua said, "What I have experienced in the past was a hundred or a thousand times more painful than this. Acupuncture is nothing to me."
Hearing Su Hua's words, Lin Xuan felt a dense, overwhelming ache in his heart.
When Hua was in the assassin organization, she had undergone all kinds of grueling training, and she must have suffered countless injuries while executing missions.
Compared to the pain Hua had experienced in the assassin organization, this was indeed nothing.
Fortunately, it was all in the past now.
For the rest of his life, he would definitely treat Hua well and ensure she always lived in happiness.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and began to perform acupuncture on Su Hua.
When the silver needles pierced Su Hua's head, she merely furrowed her brows slightly, not uttering a single sound.
Two servants came in to deliver some things. Seeing Su Hua's head covered in silver needles, they walked out of the room and began to discuss worriedly.
"Is Miss really going to be okay? What if he inserts a needle in the wrong place?"
"Just relax. Since Miss dared to let him treat her, there is definitely no problem. Miss loves Young Master Lin so much, she certainly would not bear to die early and be separated from him."
"That is true."
"Let us not worry about Miss. Did you see? That doctor looks so handsome when he is focused. He is too charming. I must ask him later if he has a girlfriend."
"You should give up on that thought. Anyone who can be invited to treat our Miss must have superb medical skills. Why would he take a fancy to servants like us? Moreover, with his handsome looks, he is definitely surrounded by many women. He does not lack women."
"Do not say such discouraging things. People must have dreams. What if? What if I actually succeed?"
Later, she would definitely ask him and see if she could add his WeChat.
Lin Xuan inserted another silver needle, and Su Hua closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
Two hours passed just like that.
Lin Xuan pulled out the needles from Su Hua's head, and Su Hua woke up.
The very first second she opened her eyes and saw Lin Xuan, she used a coquettish voice and said, "Xuan, hug me."
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Did Hua really recognize him?
"Miss Su, I am Doctor Xiaoyao," Lin Xuan said earnestly.
Su Hua's body stiffened slightly.
She had actually forgotten about this.
"Doctor Xiaoyao, I am sorry," Su Hua apologized. "I just woke up and was still a bit groggy. I did not see your face clearly and mistook you for my boyfriend."
"Speaking of which, Doctor Xiaoyao, your temperament is quite similar to my boyfriend's, and your build is also quite alike."
Su Hua curled her lips and looked at Lin Xuan.
Hearing this, Lin Xuan immediately stopped overthinking about Su Hua calling him Xuan.
"Miss Su, it is quite normal for people in this world to have similar builds and temperaments."
Lin Xuan was intent on distancing the identity of Doctor Xiaoyao from himself.
He changed the subject, "I have already finished your acupuncture."
"Next, you need to take the medicine I give you every day. In about a week to a month, depending on your body's recovery, I will come back to give you another acupuncture session. After continuing the medication for a while longer, you will be fully healed."
Lin Xuan took out a bottle.
"There are pills inside. You just need to take one every day at noon. After taking the medicine, your body will feel very tired. You only need to sleep for two hours to recover."
This was all tested out on the mannequins in his spatial dimension.
He had to admit, this spatial dimension was truly omnipotent.
When he studied medicine, the space could even provide mannequins that were identical to real humans.
If he could not reach the peak of this world while relying on this space, he would have truly lived his life in vain.
Su Hua held the pill bottle in her hand.
"Alright, I will take the medicine on time," Su Hua nodded.
"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave now."
Lin Xuan packed up his things, preparing to leave.
"Doctor Xiaoyao, wait a moment. I have one more thing I want to ask you," Su Hua spoke up.
"What is it?" Lin Xuan frowned and asked.
Su Hua curled her lips and said, "It is just that, for this past month, I have been abstaining from sexual intimacy every day. I wonder, how much longer do I need to abstain?"
"I am afraid that if I keep abstaining like this, my boyfriend will go crazy from holding it in."
Lin Xuan was speechless.
Stop talking nonsense.
He had not gone crazy from holding it in.
It was clearly Hua who wanted it, yet she was shifting the blame onto him.
But right now, he was in the identity of Doctor Xiaoyao, so he had no way to refute Hua's words.
"Miss Su."
Lin Xuan spoke in a solemn tone, "Until you are completely cured, you still cannot engage in sexual intimacy."
"Is that so?" Su Hua stared intently into Lin Xuan's eyes.
"Yes."
Lin Xuan's gaze dodged slightly.
A dark gleam flashed across Su Hua's eyes.
It seemed Xuan was lying to her. They probably could do that kind of thing very soon, but Xuan just did not want to yet.
Did Xuan think he could hide from it?
"Alright then, I can only make my boyfriend abstain for a while longer," Su Hua nodded and said.
It seemed Hua believed him.
Lin Xuan breathed a slight sigh of relief.
The next second, he heard Su Hua say, "But it is fine. I have many ways to help my boyfriend relieve his desires."
The methods Su Hua had used on him suddenly surfaced in Lin Xuan's mind, and his gaze became unnatural.
"Miss Su, it is inappropriate for you to discuss these things with an outsider like me, right?" Lin Xuan said.
Su Hua curled her lips.
What was inappropriate about discussing these things with her own man?
"I apologize," Su Hua said. "I just inexplicably feel that you are exceptionally approachable, Doctor Xiaoyao, so I could not help but share this with you."
"Doctor Xiaoyao, I always feel that you give me a very familiar feeling. I wonder if we have met somewhere before?"
Lin Xuan's vigilance instantly peaked.
Hua was too familiar with him.
If he stayed any longer, he would probably really blow his cover. He could not stay here anymore.
Also, a woman's sixth sense was somewhat terrifying.
"Miss Su, I will be leaving first."
Lin Xuan stood up.
"Doctor Xiaoyao, do you want to wait a bit longer? You saved me, and I want to call my boyfriend to have him thank you in person." After Su Hua finished speaking, she took out her phone.
Lin Xuan's heart leaped into his throat.
He had forgotten to deal with his phone.
If Hua called him, his identity would definitely be discovered by her.
Lin Xuan quickly said, "Miss Su, there is no need. Your boyfriend has already paid my consultation fee. It is only right that we treat you."
"I have an urgent matter, I really cannot stay any longer."
Lin Xuan hurriedly left the room, looking as if he were being chased by a ghost.
Watching Lin Xuan's eager back, Su Hua could not help but let out a low chuckle.
Teasing Xuan was really quite fun.
The next time Xuan came over, she would definitely expose his secret identity.
Whenever Su Hua recalled the scene from that day, the corners of her lips would involuntarily curl up into a slight smile.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
