Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Amidst laughter and teasing, Chen Ruoyi was dragged into the small cubicle by Sun Zhe, while Feng Ling ran off without a trace.

”Oh, Ah Zhe, don’t—it’s broad daylight... what if someone comes?”

Sun Zhe’s eyes were burning as he started to untie the laces on her corset dress, ”No worries, I’ll be quick.”

”At least half an hour to start with, how’s that quick?”

”...”

”Boss, Young Master Huang is really something!”

Just as Sun Zhe was about to get into action, the voice of Chen Ruoyi’s brother suddenly came from outside the cubicle.

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s movements halted, a hint of impatience on his face.

This guy, always seems to time it perfectly.

”Your brother’s really annoying.”

Chen Ruoyi covered her mouth with a laugh, ”Your brother’s even more annoying.”

”Pia! Pia!”

Sun Zhe slapped each of her full breasts, then turned over and got off the bed, dressing at lightning speed.

”You’re bad, hurry out, don’t let him see.”

Chen Ruoyi sat up, quickly pulled up her stockings and lowered her skirt, kicking Sun Zhe on the butt with a bad mood.

”Eh, where’s the boss?”

Just as Chen Ruolong lifted the curtain to enter the cubicle, Sun Zhe quickly stepped up to stop him, and then, with his arm around him, led him outside.

”How did Young Master Huang become so awesome?”

Chen Ruolong’s face was glowing, ”Haha, boss, let me tell you. Those herbs you asked me to buy earlier, Young Master Huang gave me a fifty percent discount on all, but he has a condition.”

”What condition?”

”He wants you to give him two Qi Passage Pills, and they must be of good quality.”

Sun Zhe replied without hesitation, ”Sure, that’s a good deal.”

Chen Ruolong suddenly noticed Chen Ruoyi inside the cubicle and quickly realized what Sun Zhe was doing earlier, smiling, ”I’ll head off for now, boss, I need to check out our Chen family martial arts hall.”

Soon after.

After Chen Ruolong left, Sun Zhe pulled down the roller shutter and returned to the cubicle.

”How will you explain this now?”

Chen Ruoyi looked troubled, ”Every single day, can’t you leave me alone?”

”...”

...

During the following days, Sun Zhe stayed at the Undying Pavilion and rarely returned to Jingtian Forest Garden.

He only saw two patients daily, occasionally performed alchemy, and spent his nights in cultivation, frenziedly absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi from the underground martial arts arena, finding life fulfilling.

His title as the ”Immortal Divine Doctor” quickly spread within the Martial Artist circle, with people arriving in an endless stream every day, and his appointments were almost fully booked until the next month.

Time flows like water.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed.

That day, just as Sun Zhe was about to start alchemy in the morning, a middle-aged man, dressed mysteriously in a Zhongshan suit, suddenly came looking for him.

”Hello.”

”Hello, may I ask if there’s anything you need?”

Sun Zhe scrutinized the middle-aged man, inexplicably feeling a sense of pressure.

It wasn’t a pressure from cultivation realm, but from temperament.

This middle-aged man’s face was resolute, his brows carried an innate aura of authority, and his eyes seemed to conceal something, yet were masked by an approachable demeanor.

Intuition told Sun Zhe that this person was definitely not simple—beyond his imagination in simplicity.

”Are you the Immortal Divine Doctor?”

Sun Zhe nodded and smiled, ”I am.”

”Even younger than I imagined.”

The middle-aged man looked Sun Zhe up and down and then strolled around, hands behind his back.

Sun Zhe looked at his back, feeling like he resembled a leader, suddenly understanding where that sense of pressure came from.

”Is there something specific you need, sir? Treatment or alchemy?”

The middle-aged man asked, ”Do you have medicine for that issue here?”

”Which issue are you referring to, sir?”

The middle-aged man squeezed out a smile, a bit embarrassed, ”For men, you know, that kind.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe gave a knowing smile, silently guessing he was a fellow enthusiast, and asked, ”Could you elaborate on your situation?”

After a moment.

After listening to the middle-aged man’s description, Sun Zhe roughly pinpointed the situation and asked, ”May I conduct an examination?”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, ”Sure.”

”Please move this way, sir.”

”...”

In the small cubicle.

The middle-aged man didn’t hesitate, quickly pulling down his pants.

Looking at the shriveled, ugly, dark guy, Sun Zhe suddenly felt proud, silently comparing how awful comparisons could be between people.

Even if that thing was full-size, it probably wouldn’t be bigger than his when not.

But as a physician, Sun Zhe didn’t show it, bearing the discomfort to examine it.

He grabbed a pair of medical gloves and put them on, ”Could you sit properly, sir?”

He pressed, palpated, and questioned, showing ultimate professionalism. After the examination, Sun Zhe said, ”Seems you’re busier than I imagined, sir.”

”Alas!”

The middle-aged man sighed deeply, knowing well what Sun Zhe meant by ”busy.”

Thinking of his fairy-like wives at home, for a moment, he felt helpless.

”Can the Divine Doctor treat my condition?”

Sun Zhe nodded, ”Yes, it can be treated, but it requires some time, though.”

The middle-aged man asked, ”May I know what prescription the Divine Doctor has in mind?”

Sun Zhe said, ”For your situation, I believe the ’Overlord’s Thirteen Strikes’ treatment would be most effective.”

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man’s eyes brightened, looking at Sun Zhe with keen interest, ”Overlord’s Thirteen Strikes? The name sounds... intriguing.”

Sun Zhe smiled without commenting, turned, walked out of the cubicle, and returned shortly with a prescription, handing it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the note and examined it, with a contemplative gaze, ”100 grams of Reproductive Tree Seed, 100 grams of Horny Goat Weed, 100 grams of Niu Dali, 100 grams of Ligustrum Lucidum, 50 grams of Morinda Officinalis, 100 grams of Solomon’s Seal...”

”Divine Doctor, these ingredients seem to be ordinary herbs.”

Sun Zhe shook his head with a smile, slowly saying, ”There’s no such thing as ordinary herbs. Be it rare treasures unknown to normal folks or common herbs in daily life, these are all gems given by nature to the myriad beings.”

”Everything in the universe contains a spiritual essence and captures the essence of the sun and moon, each having unique properties. It all depends on how you use them, how you combine them.”

The middle-aged man, after thinking it over, realized Sun Zhe wasn’t without reason, so he put a Spirit Crystal Coin on the side table, ”I’ll give it a try first.”

Sun Zhe said, ”That’s too much.”

”It’s alright.”

The middle-aged man took the note and left.

Watching his back, Sun Zhe said, ”Sir, do you trust me like this?”

The middle-aged man waved his hand, smiling, ”I don’t trust you, I trust your reputation. Besides, you’re here and can’t run away.”

”That’s true. May you have joyful nights and a blissful life, sir.”

”...”

...

In the blink of an eye.

As the dusk settled and lamps began to light up.

In the Emperor’s Palace surrounded by high walls.

Jiang Qinglan sat in her study, having just finished her work and signed off on those documents. Her husband showed up as if he had timed it perfectly.

”Qinglan, today I went to see a Divine Doctor. This Divine Doctor has an excellent reputation, the one from the Undying Pavilion underground martial arts arena, I wonder if you know.”

Hearing this, Jiang Qinglan’s expression changed slightly, thinking, How could I not know? I even know where he has a birthmark.

”I’ve heard a bit. Why did you go see him?”

The Emperor’s face was full of mystery, ”I asked him to make me a prescription. Now that I’ve taken it, I feel invigorated!”

Jiang Qinglan rolled her eyes, ”Really? Does it end in three minutes again?”

Upon hearing this, the Emperor’s face turned serious, ”How could that be? That Immortal Divine Doctor has a reputable name; otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone personally.”

”Oh... I see.”

The Emperor stared at those long silky legs under Jiang Qinglan’s desk with burning eyes, ”Qinglan, I can’t resist, do you want to try?”

”...”

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