Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 640: Chapter 618: Staff Technique and Acupuncture Technique

As dawn barely broke, Meng Shiyang hurriedly brought her medical kit to Sun Zhe’s house.

"Oh my word, Master, why are you soaking in ice blocks? Are you trying to break a Guinness World Record?"

Just led into the bathroom by Zhu Yan, Meng Shiyang was so startled by Sun Zhe in the bathtub that she froze on the spot.

"And your face is as red as Guan Yu’s statue at my house. Could your Guan Yu martial spirit have awakened?"

Facing his female apprentice’s teasing, Sun Zhe felt a bit frustrated, wishing he could get up and teach her a lesson.

Zhu Yan couldn’t help but cover her mouth to stifle her laughter from the side, thinking how funny Sun Zhe’s female apprentice was, saying, "You two master and apprentice carry on, I didn’t sleep well all night, so I’ll go rest for a bit. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

"..."

After a moment.

After Zhu Yan went back to her room to sleep, Sun Zhe asked Meng Shiyang, "Are you still familiar with the acupuncture technique I taught you before?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Shiyang’s eyes darted around playfully as she contemplated, "The acupuncture technique I’m not very familiar with, but Master, I am quite familiar with your staff technique, you always like to strike from the back..."

"Stop!"

Sun Zhe hurriedly interrupted her suggestive words, seriously saying, "In my current state, I advise you not to play with fire, or else you’ll be crying later, I’m telling you."

"Oh... got it."

Meng Shiyang stuck out her pink tongue, not daring to speak again.

Then Sun Zhe propped himself up on the edge of the bathtub, grimacing in pain and gasping for air, saying, "Help me up."

"Sure, Your Majesty."

Meng Shiyang quickly put down the medical kit, rolled up the sleeves of her knitted sweater, and bent down to help him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she touched Sun Zhe, he cried out miserably.

"Ouch, ouch, Shiya, take it easy, don’t grab my arm."

"I’m already being gentle."

"Grab somewhere else, grandma."

"Oh... looks like there’s a ’handle’ here, I’ll grab this then."

Meng Shiyang, with a face of innocence, reached out and grabbed the "handle" pointing towards the ceiling and pulled up.

Sun Zhe shuddered, turning his head to look at her with tears in his eyes, "Grandma, enough!"

Just as he turned his head, he glimpsed a snowy white area below the neckline of Meng Shiyang, the deep cleavage clearly visible and tempting him to explore.

Meng Shiyang noticed his gaze but still wore an innocent expression, "Master, why do you keep staring at the necklace on my neck?"

Sun Zhe: "..."

He was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Master, do you think it’s pretty too? I just bought it the day before yesterday."

Sun Zhe, expressionless: "Yes, it’s pretty, I’ve never seen such a deep, oh no, such a beautiful necklace."

"Hehe..."

Sun Zhe suddenly shouted, "Shiya."

"What?"

Sun Zhe, with a burning gaze, stared at her, "How about I first let you experience my staff technique, then you can show me your acupuncture technique?"

Hearing this, Meng Shiyang’s cheeks turned red, "Gosh, what are you thinking? I’m a female doctor now, not just any girl."

Sun Zhe clenched his teeth, "Keep pretending to be pure, and you’ll end up crying, I’m warning you."

Meng Shiyang stuck out her pink tongue, "But the head nurse is still here."

"She’s asleep."

"Alright then. Where to?"

"My room."

"..."

After agreeing on the "strategy," Sun Zhe climbed out of the bathtub with great difficulty, with Meng Shiyang’s assistance, they returned to his room.

In the room.

Meng Shiyang gently wiped the water off his body with a towel, displaying immense tenderness and care, then helped him lie down on the bed and covered him with a blanket. She then removed her own fluffy slippers and climbed onto the bed too.

Sun Zhe quietly watched the enchanting figure on his lap, the blanket on him quickly peaked like a pyramid.

It was only then he noticed that under the tight jeans, his flaming apprentice was also wearing a pair of grey stockings.

The edge of the stockings clung to the skin of her abdomen, just revealing the waistband of the jeans.

"I asked you to treat a disease, why are you wearing pantyhose?"

Meng Shiyang brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful, delicate face. She said seriously, "Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not trying to entice you, I’m keeping warm."

"So young and not wanting to wear long johns, I have to settle for stockings."

Sun Zhe, unconvinced, "Really?"

"Really."

Sun Zhe forced a smile, "Shiya, the more you pretend to be pure, the more you need a lesson."

Meng Shiyang’s cheeks flushed, "You need one."

"Ah... I feel so uncomfortable now, hurry up."

Feeling Sun Zhe’s fiery gaze, Meng Shiyang didn’t delay any longer. She immediately took off her knitted sweater, revealing a crop long-sleeved shirt underneath.

The black long-sleeved shirt clung to her skin, making her skin appear even whiter; the two round, full shapes tightly encased, forming alluring curves, making one yearn to explore.

Sun Zhe, increasingly restless, couldn’t help but urge, "Hurry up!"

"Alright, alright, why are you in such a hurry?"

Meng Shiyang reached behind her head to untie her ponytail, then shook her head as her long hair cascaded down.

This simple and ordinary movement exuded infinite allure.

Soon after.

She slipped under the blanket.

"Hiss——!"

Sun Zhe suddenly raised his head, frowning and taking a deep breath, quickly reaching a hand into the blanket to hold Meng Shiyang’s head, tugging on her hair tightly.

A muffled voice from under the blanket came, "Master, why is it so hot here, like freshly baked sausage? It’s too hot to bear, I can’t start."

"That means it’s fresh."

"But haste makes waste."

"Then use your chest."

"Let me know when it’s coming, I don’t want to waste your essence, it’s good for beauty and keeping youthful."

"..."

...

Sun Zhe’s antics lasted until ten in the morning.

He was like a madness-driven perpetual motion machine, showing no signs of stopping even as Meng Shiyang, crying and pleading, showed exhaustion.

Not until Zhu Yan came in to intervene did he regain some sense, after which Zhu Yan forcibly pinned him down on the bed for Meng Shiyang to perform acupuncture.

After a round of acupuncture, the Desire Flame Sword Qi within Sun Zhe was indeed expelled somewhat, but he was left feeling drained, with blood coming from his nose and mouth, and his entire body aching.

"Enough, Shiya, that’s enough... come back tomorrow."

Meng Shiyang, recalling how swollen she was already, bitterly said, "Master, do I have to come again?"

Zhu Yan then suggested, "Why don’t you take a few days off work and stay here? You’re the only one who knows his acupuncture technique, none of us can do it."

"But if he bullies me, Chief Nurse, you’ll have to help me."

Upon hearing this, the smile on Zhu Yan’s face suddenly froze, thinking she herself couldn’t even guarantee her safety.

Ever since this little brat broke through, his power rivals ten Lü Bu’s, even she prideful in her "He Gu Heart Scripture" couldn’t manage him.

Meng Shiyang seemed to notice Zhu Yan’s dilemma and suddenly suggested, "How about we call a few more people to help us serve His Majesty?"

"..."