Invincible Little School Doctor
Chapter 710 - 710 709 Returning Kindness with Enmity!

710: Chapter 709: Returning Kindness with Enmity!

710: Chapter 709: Returning Kindness with Enmity!

“You dislike men so much, do you mean to say your father isn’t a man?

Without your father’s hard work, would you even exist?”

Looking at Zhu Qingshuang’s disdain for men, Ye Haochuan was quite annoyed and immediately snorted coldly.

“I have no father!

Not a single man is good for anything!”

Zhu Qingshuang let out a cold snort, and with a sudden effort, Ye Haochuan couldn’t hold her back, and she broke free.

As soon as she broke free, she had already mustered a punch, hitting straight towards Ye Haochuan’s chest.

The sudden turn of events caught Ye Haochuan somewhat off guard; he quickly dodged to avoid the attack, narrowly escaping it.

Zhu Qingshuang’s punch missed, and she immediately followed up with a stylish whip kick.

Damn, this old woman actually has a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation; luckily, her injuries haven’t healed, otherwise, I really wouldn’t be a match for her!

Ye Haochuan sighed inwardly and quickly executed the Meteor Step to dodge.

“No, Master!

He just saved you, you can’t…” Fan Qingyin anxiously explained on the side.

Zhu Qingshuang bit her silver teeth, suppressing some of her anger, and coldly snorted, “Boy, considering you saved my life, I’ll spare you this time.

Just leave behind the two hands you touched me with, and you can scram.”

Are you kidding me?

I save your life, and now you want to cripple me?

That’s just unreasonable!

Ye Haochuan was enraged inwardly, and with a cold laugh, said, “I’ve even kissed you.

Do I need to leave my mouth behind as well?”

“Hmph, since you’re so ready to accept consequences, then leave your mouth behind as well!” Zhu Qingshuang said with contempt.

“Sister, you’ve got a pretty face.

How can you just cast it aside so easily?” Ye Haochuan said with a mischievous laugh.

“Who the hell are you to talk about shamelessness?

If I don’t kill you today, I’ll no longer carry the surname Zhu!” Zhu Qingshuang snorted angrily, readying another attack on Ye Haochuan.

“Master, please don’t!”

Fan Qingyin, fearing that Zhu Qingshuang might actually kill Ye Haochuan in a fit of anger, hurriedly stepped forward to stop her.

“Hmph!

I already gave him a chance, and it’s his own fault for not taking it seriously, don’t blame me!” Zhu Qingshuang huffed loudly, pushed Fan Qingyin aside, and charged at Ye Haochuan.

Zhu Qingshuang, still injured with limited Gang Qi, couldn’t use any significant abilities, so she could only attack with her fists and legs.

Ye Haochuan naturally couldn’t just stand there and get hit; he immediately started to exchange blows with Zhu Qingshuang, her fists against his kicks.

At this moment, Zhu Qingshuang was only wearing an upper garment, and with her movements…

it felt like the delicate straps could snap at any second due to the strain.

Ye Haochuan became somewhat distracted and inadvertently took a punch to the chest from Zhu Qingshuang.

Ye Haochuan staggered back, seizing the moment to grab something.

“Ah~”

Zhu Qingshuang let out a sharp scream, quickly covering herself…

and shouted at Ye Haochuan, “You bastard, close your eyes!”

“Oh!”

Ye Haochuan blankly responded, reaching out to cover his eyes, but his hand just so happened to grab Zhu Qingshuang’s garment, raising it to his face.

“It smells nice!

Hehe!” Ye Haochuan couldn’t help revealing a lewd smile, actually enjoying the fragrance lingering on the garment.

“Pervert!”

Zhu Qingshuang, both ashamed and enraged, wished she could tear Ye Haochuan to pieces on the spot.

But since she was wearing nothing now, how could she dare to attack as recklessly as before?

“What are you waiting for?

Hurry up and get your master some clothes!” Zhu Qingshuang snapped at Fan Qingyin.

By this point, Fan Qingyin was already stunned, standing there completely bewildered.

Hearing Zhu Qingshuang’s voice, she finally snapped back to reality, turning to fetch Zhu Qingshuang’s clothes.

“Master, you have Silver Needles in your back; you can’t put clothes on like that!” Fan Qingyin said weakly.

“Pull them out!” Zhu Qingshuang snapped.

“You can’t pull them out!

Your injuries haven’t healed yet, and it’s all thanks to those eighteen Silver Needles maintaining your Vitality…” Ye Haochuan suddenly exclaimed anxiously.

“Alarmist nonsense!

I’m already better, and what use is a mere Silver Needle anyway?

Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming, you scoundrel.

You’re obviously afraid that once I put on my clothes, I’ll beat you to death, so you’re making up lies to deceive me.

Do you think I’ll fall for that?

Pull them out!” Zhu Qingshuang shouted loudly.

“But Master…” Fan Qingyin clearly still had some reservations.

“Are you disobeying me now?”

“Master, I…I don’t dare!”

Finally succumbing to Zhu Qingshuang’s intimidating pressure, Fan Qingyin bit her lip and removed the Silver Needles one by one.

Zhu Qingshuang showed no discomfort and scoffed, “You brat, didn’t you say they couldn’t be removed?

Look at me now, I’m completely fine…

pu~”

Before she could finish her sentence, Zhu Qingshuang suddenly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, her body softened, and she collapsed onto Fan Qingyin.

…

Ye Haochuan felt his heart quivering with the sensation.

“Master?

Master, what’s wrong with you?” The sudden turn of events left Fan Qingyin completely at a loss, almost on the verge of crying.

“Ye Haochuan, hurry up and save my master, hurry!”

Damn, that tone again, am I your nanny or something?

Ye Haochuan snorted lightly, “Save her?

So she can turn around and kill me?”

“Ye Haochuan, I’m begging you, please?” Fan Qingyin pleaded with a look of distress.

Seeing the tears brimming at the corners of Fan Qingyin’s eyes, Ye Haochuan suddenly felt his heart soften.

Ah, I’m just too soft-hearted, carrying all these girls’ troubles on my own!

With a wry smile inside, Ye Haochuan quickly walked over to support Zhu Qingshuang.

“Get your filthy hands off me, I don’t want your treatment!” Zhu Qingshuang exerted her last bit of energy to shout.

F*cking hell, this old lady, still so hateful even close to death, forcing me to pull out the big guns, huh?

Ye Haochuan gave a cold laugh and casually sealed Zhu Qingshuang’s Mute Acupoint.

Seeing this, Fan Qingyin wanted to say something, but she still held herself back from speaking.

Ye Haochuan placed Zhu Qingshuang on the bed, his hands not hesitating to caress her body along the way.

Zhu Qingshuang was so furious her eyes were nearly bloodshot, her mouth agape trying to scream, but no sound could escape.

Heh heh, weren’t you acting all tough just now?

Now you know my prowess, right?

I’ve got even more powerful tricks, guaranteed to leave you craving death and ecstasy, begging for more after just one time, heh heh!

Ye Haochuan couldn’t help feeling smug internally, his gaze wandering over Zhu Qingshuang’s body unceasingly.

“I’ll help Master put on her clothes!”

Seeing her own master exposed before this man, Ye Haochuan, Fan Qingyin also couldn’t help feeling embarrassed.

“Put clothes on?

How can I insert the needles with her dressed?

Not only should she not wear clothes, she has to strip completely, leaving not a single thread on.

That way, I can treat her more effectively!” Ye Haochuan chuckled.

“But you didn’t strip her naked just now?” Fan Qingyin retorted.

“That was then, this is now.

You insisted on removing the needles just now and made things worse.

How can she be cured without more advanced methods?” Ye Haochuan scoffed.

Fan Qingyin blushed, unable to argue, and could only follow Ye Haochuan’s instructions, removing Zhu Qingshuang’s pants as well.

Zhu Qingshuang was pale as death, trying desperately to struggle, but she had no strength in her body, not even enough to break free from Fan Qingyin’s grasp.

Her eyes were nearly bulging with blood, her mouth opening and closing in an attempt to stop Fan Qingyin.

But Fan Qingyin, anxious to save her master, paid no attention to these protests.

Ye Haochuan watched Zhu Qingshuang’s expression of agony with a sneer growing in his heart.

For your act of ingratitude earlier, if I don’t play you to death this time, I’ll write my name backward!

Heh heh!