Chapter 22 The Female Patient in the Bedroom

  Following Xuan Xuan's phone guidance, Wang Yu finally arrived at her doorstep and rang the doorbell. Soon, a small head appeared from the gap in the door, cautiously looked back at Wang Yu, saw no suspicious person following, then showed a smile.

  "Master's brother, you're walking so slowly. I've been waiting for ages, and you finally arrive. What do you think you should do to make up for it?" Xiangxiang stood with her hands on her hips, looking very angry, blocking Wang Yu at the door.

  Wang Yu rolled her eyes and thought to herself, "Who did this little girl learn such a mess of words from?" With her naturally mischievous pet, even a loyalty level of over 60 couldn't make her submit.

  Just as I was lost in thought, the TV drama's ending song suddenly came from the living room: "You are the wind and I am the sand, entwined forever to the ends of the earth..."

  Wang Yu slapped his forehead, thinking that this child was very dangerous for watching such a TV series. Without parental guidance from a young age, she might cultivate a set of powerful palace fighting strategies. Becoming an empress would be nothing to fear, but what's scary is if she becomes like the wicked old woman, Empress Dowager Cixi.

  "Not letting me in? I'll leave then." Wang Yufeng was calm and composed, with an air of a wise and enlightened person, unaffected by honor or shame, unmoved by the eight winds. You little thing, I don't believe you wouldn't let me in, otherwise why would you call me to come over?

  Xiangxiang wouldn't easily give in, biting her finger and tilting her head, looking up at Wang Yu: "You can come in if you want, but you have to cook for me! Mom's foot is injured and she can't get out of bed, I've been starving all day."

  As she spoke, her big eyes actually welled up with tears.

  Being cute can't be eaten as rice, but it absolutely comes with rice.

  Wang Yuxin's heart softened, and he glanced inside the house without seeing Li Xueying. An adult who can't even take care of himself is already a problem, but to also let his daughter starve with him is just too much. When he sees her later, he must seriously scold her; if he could physically punish her, it would make an even deeper impression on her, like spanking her or something.

  Seeing Wang Yu nodding, Xuanxuan excitedly cheered and let him in. She closed the door and also turned off the TV.

  When throwing the remote control on the sofa, he complained: "The TV station plays palace dramas all day, it's boring to death, people follow the crowd, and there is no new idea at all. The density is almost as high as the 7 o'clock news broadcast. What I hate most is that the classic novels are remade over and over again, as if this era has never made progress, still living in ten years ago..."

  "Stop it! Is this something you should be saying? What a big deal for such a young kid, where did all these emotions come from!"

  "Oh, this is what my mom said, I'm just a repeater, replaying it..."

  Just then, a lazy voice came from the bedroom, with the soft tone of a Jiangnan woman: "Xuan Xuan, who are you talking to?"

  The tone is soft and weak, lacking in energy, it's not just a warm and gentle issue, but more like the voice after being sick.

  Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning and pulse-taking. Wang Yu shared the medical skills of Hua Sanbao, and just by hearing her voice now, he knew she was ill. During the phone call before dinner, it was too noisy around him and he didn't listen carefully.

  "It's me, Wang Yu." Wang Yu introduced himself, fearing that Li Xueying might misunderstand.

  However, Li Xueying was startled and misunderstood: "How did you come to my home?" This shout, her voice was a bit hoarse, showing signs of illness.

  "Mom, I asked brother to come over. I ate all the cookies and couldn't wake you up earlier, so I had to call brother to come cook dinner." Xuanxuan explained.

  As she spoke, Xuan Xuan opened the bedroom door and beckoned to Wang Yu.

  Whether to enter or not is not the problem, the problem is whether Li Xueying allows entry or not.

  Through the door crack, I caught a glimpse of Li Xueying shrinking on the bed, her body half-naked, and the quilt had been kicked off by her. The white silk pajamas, due to her sleeping position, had been rolled up to her waist, revealing a patch of tender white skin. The black lace panties couldn't cover a third of her pale buttocks, and the ivory-like luster of her delicate skin could make any man dizzy, lost in the flesh hills.

  Although she was speaking, her eyelids were heavy, and her beautiful, sexy cheeks were completely hidden under her slightly curly long hair. The flaxen-colored long hair made her skin look even whiter. At the same time, it also made her look more delicate and weak while she was ill, like a small flower in the wind and rain.

  "Mom, why are you still sleeping? You've been sleeping all day." Xuanxuan was clever, but after all, she was only six or seven years old and couldn't see anything unusual about Li Xueying.

  "Is it daytime already? If you're hungry, Mom will take you to eat..." As she said this, she used her arm to prop herself up and tried to get up.

  However, after being ill for a day, she had no strength, and her weak body went limp, almost falling off the bed. The right shoulder strap of her nightgown slipped down, suddenly revealing a patch of snowy white skin, plump and full, perfectly shaped, hanging in mid-air between the bed and the floor. She supported herself with her hand, barely avoiding a fall.

  Seeing this, Wang Yu couldn't care about the distinction between men and women anymore, and hurriedly ran over to help her up. As soon as he made contact with her body, his skin felt scalded. People with a fever have a hotter body surface, but actually feel colder.

  Li Xueying squinted her eyes, unable to see who was in front of her, but a masculine aura rushed towards her, and a pair of strong hands lifted her up from the ground. She was like a little lamb, without any strength to resist.

  "Cold......" In a daze, acting purely on instinct, she burrowed into Wang Yu's arms.

  Her disheveled clothes, her half-exposed chest, carrying the scent of a woman and sweat, formed a special temptation that rushed straight into Wang Yu's nostrils. Especially when she made soft humming noises with her nose, it made men unable to extricate themselves, producing unpredictable impulses.

  Wang Yu took a deep breath and told himself not to be a beast, thinking of helping her tidy up her clothes first. But as soon as he reached out his hand, he saw Xuanxuan pick up the thin quilt from the ground and throw it at Li Xueying, hitting Wang Yu's hand.

  Wang Yu's hand naturally fell onto her chest. Soft, tender, and smooth to the touch, it was even more enjoyable than looking at it from afar. The ancients were indeed not deceiving me. For a moment, Wang Yu's self-control greatly decreased, and he tightly grasped Xue Feng.

  "Oh...... it's so warm......" Li Xueying responded with a soft voice, without moving, seemingly feeling very comfortable, her weak voice had an encouraging tone for Wang Yu.

  Xiangxiang also jumped onto the bed, curiously looking at Wang Yu and Li Xueying, saying: "Normally mom isn't like this? She doesn't even let strange men get close. Ah, I know, is mom thinking of hiring you to be my dad?"

  In front of the little girl, Wang Yuxin couldn't do anything beastly, especially since this little girl was still a problem child. He hastily pulled out his hand with lingering fragrance and wrapped the thin quilt around her. Only then did he have time to answer Xuanxuan's question: "Your mom is sick, where is the medicine box at home?"

  Xiangxiang innocently shook her head, she had just arrived at this house yesterday and was unfamiliar with it.

  Ask Li Xueying? Her face was flushed red, in a daze, murmured a couple of times, and fell back asleep.

  "Should we call for emergency help?" Xuanxuan crawled beside Li Xueying and asked anxiously.

  "The ambulance can't rush over. Besides, I'm a doctor, this little illness won't defeat me." Wang Yu assured the little girl.

  Xiang Xiang deeply believed so and gazed at Wang Yu with admiration, thinking that a man who could say such profound words must be extremely capable.

  Wang Yu thought carefully and secretly sighed. Without silver needles or medicine, he could only use the Xuan Nu pressing technique at this juncture.

  This is one of the three great absolute arts of the Sheng Yi family, also known as Xuan Nu massage technique. It mainly presses on various acupoints of the human body to promote blood circulation and increase the body's own resistance. It has a special effect on treating some muscle injuries and skeletal deformities. Of course, at critical moments, it can also save lives, such as stopping bleeding, dizziness, and pain.

  "Master Gege, please save my mother with your skills. I'll be the nurse." Xuanxuan knelt down seriously in front of the two, asking Wang Yu to give instructions.

  "Is there any white wine?" Wang Yu didn't plan on using Xuanxuan, he just casually asked.

  Xiang pointed to the wine cabinet behind Wang Yu, where there was white wine, red wine, and foreign liquor. Wang Yu put Li Xueying on the bed and took out a bottle of Wuliangye from the wine cabinet.

  "Are you thinking of getting Mom drunk and taking advantage of her?"

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  Thanks: Two book friends, Mo Dao Ye Xuan Hun and Ai Xi Ju Zhong, for their rewards. Today, this book finally has two super masters at the helm level.