Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 109 How do you want to treat it?

Chapter 109: Chapter 109 How do you want to treat it?

"Ouch, you’re right, my back still hurts!"

Liu Qianqian held her waist with one hand, her expression one of severe pain, and reached out to have Chen Dashan support her.

Ye Jiping glanced at Chen Dashan and said with a smile, "Then I won’t disturb you two, I’ll get busy with my work. If you need anything, you can come directly to me."

Those words seemed to be directed at Chen Dashan as well as Liu Qianqian.

Liu Qianqian nodded, waved to everyone, and grabbed Chen Dashan’s wrist, bending over curiously, "Are you really a doctor?"

"Of course!"

Chen Dashan looked down and noted that the woman had a good figure, curvaceous and voluptuous. Her slightly blond curly hair was also playful, and the dimples that appeared when she smiled made him take a few extra glances.

"Guess what illness I have?"

Chen Dashan smiled at the corner of his mouth. Liu Qianqian had a small face that tapered to a point, with a narrow and shallow philtrum, a face that suggested strong desires and a feeling of being unfulfilled.

Liu Qianqian placed one hand on Chen Dashan’s arm, her fingers continually inching their way up.

Seeing her gaze fixed on him, Chen Dashan said with a secretive smile, "Do you often suffer from lower back pain, and also have gynecological inflammations and other issues?"

"How did you know?"

Liu Qianqian’s eyes widened in shock.

She hadn’t mentioned anything, just wanted to give the handsome guy a hard time, then flatter him and have him wrapped around her finger in no time.

But to think he was really a doctor!

"Not just these issues, I also know you have menstrual irregularities that trouble you a lot!"

After Chen Dashan finished, Liu Qianqian grew even more interested, initially thinking he was just a pretty boy who relied on his looks, but he turned out to be quite skilled, far surpassing those little hunks from the clubs by a hundred grades.

By that time, Liu Qianqian was already attracted to Chen Dashan, and the two entered a private room. Inside the dimly lit room, spacious and lavishly furnished, was imported furniture everywhere.

The genuine leather sofa was occupied by six young men of varying heights, who all looked at Chen Dashan with envy when they saw the pair enter.

"All of you get out!"

Liu Qianqian waved her hand impatiently, not even glancing at the young masters, and continued smiling at Chen Dashan, "Then can you really treat my condition?"

Looking at Chen Dashan’s sturdy build and his wild, dominating presence, Liu Qianqian’s eyes sparkled.

The six men left reluctantly. Normally, Liu Qianqian was generous, a rare sponsor who not only had beauty but also wealth, but they were helpless to do anything about it.

Once they had left, only Chen Dashan and Liu Qianqian remained in the spacious room.

Liu Qianqian was secretly thrilled, and Chen Dashan whispered, "I can give you a massage, and it’ll relieve a lot of your pain."

After all, he had come on a mission to cure illnesses, and curing her would mean completing his mission.

"Massage?"

"Yeah, massage is great, I love it."

Liu Qianqian was delighted beyond expectations, and without waiting for Chen Dashan to say anything, she quickly took off her high heels, beckoned Chen Dashan over, and then lay down on the big bed in the room.

Liu Qianqian had a nice figure with no excess fat, her body curvy from behind, and her long legs clad in black silk were mysteriously enticing.

Chen Dashan sat at the edge of the bed, running the Sun and Moon Technique, his large hands resting lightly on Liu Qianqian’s waist, slowly moving.

His palms felt hot as if carrying an electric current, creating a tingly, numb sensation all over her body. Liu Qianqian squinted her eyes and called out in pleasure.

"Ah... that’s so comfortable..."

Her voice was lascivious, with no intention of keeping it down.

Listening to her, Chen Dashan felt a jolt in his heart, and his hands shook.

She didn’t feel embarrassed at all and turned her head slightly while lying on the bed, looking at Chen Dashan, "You’re amazing. If you can cure me, I guarantee you wealth and glory, much better than following that old woman Ye Jiping."

Ye Jiping?

Chen Dashan chuckled. Did Liu Qianqian really think she was Ye Jiping’s person?

Seeing Chen Dashan silent but smiling, Liu Qianqian frowned and struggled a bit, twisting her body to look at Chen Dashan and said, "You don’t believe me?"

"You must be new here, right? Let me tell you, my husband is Deng Biao. I can ask him to arrange a job for you in a minute, can’t I?"

Deng Biao?

Chen Dashan’s brows furrowed even tighter. This woman was actually Deng Biao’s wife. What exactly did Ye Jiping want to do?

She kept saying she and Deng Biao were enemies, yet she had a close relationship with Liu Qianqian; could she be plotting against me?

Chen Dashan hated being manipulated by others the most at this moment. He wanted to see what this woman, Ye Jiping, was trying to do.

"Hiss!"

Liu Qianqian gasped in pain; only then did Chen Dashan come back to reality, accidentally increasing the strength in his grip, naturally unbearable for the person under his hand.

This reaction from Chen Dashan seemed sour to Liu Qianqian, who speculated that Chen Dashan was unwilling to leave Ye Jiping.

Immediately, she bit her lip and said, "I guarantee, if you follow me, I can offer you what Ye Jiping can’t. Everything of Deng Biao’s is yours. You should know, Deng Biao is famously scared of his wife..."

Deng Biao?

Chen Dashan scoffed, about to respond, when he heard a loud male voice coming from the next room.

"This time, I’m going to fight five hundred rounds!"

"Hahaha..."

"Cousin, how much medicine did you take this time?"

"You’re farting!"

Then came a burst of a woman’s laughter, followed shortly after by the woman’s cries of surprise and adult noises that were not suitable for children.

These sounds were very familiar.

"Dammit! Going to play with prostitutes again, a dog can’t change eating shit!"

Liu Qianqian, lying on the bed, was furious and saw Chen Dashan looking at her. She sneered and said, "It’s Deng Biao. He comes to play with prostitutes every few days, the scumbag!"

After speaking, Liu Qianqian, guiding Chen Dashan’s hand, slowly slid it from her waist up to her perky buttocks.

With a sultry gaze, she said, "Aren’t you good at treating menstrual irregularities? No matter the cost, I’ll pay. Is it by massaging this spot?"

The touch through the fabric was moist, warm, and soft.

Liu Qianqian, feeling the heat of Chen Dashan’s big hand, was now flushed, breathing rapidly.

Chen Dashan’s eyes darkened as he asked, "How do you want to be treated?"

The atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.

Sounds of moaning and the creaking of a bed swaying came from the next room, igniting the uncontainable itching in the heart of the lone man and woman.

"Damn it, that dog Chen Dashan dared to slap my face today. Tomorrow I’m going to screw his women to death, make them cry and scream under me..."

Deng Biao’s voice was cursing and swearing, which was followed by the sounds of a physical struggle.

Was Deng Biao seeking revenge on me?

Not daring to vent on me, so he was going to take it out on Zhang Xuewen and Zhao Jiayao?

Chen Dashan’s anger surged, suddenly feeling something on his groin, a tingling sensation. Looking down, it turned out to be Liu Qianqian’s fingers, inching upwards.

At that moment, Liu Qianqian was propping up her head with one hand, smiling at him, with her long black legs crossed and fidgeting restlessly. The ample curves of her body were even more pronounced from the side.

Red lips breathed towards him, enchanting and seductive.

Chen Dashan sneered, pulling away Liu Qianqian’s black stockings in one hard tug: "Tear!" In one motion, a large expanse of pale skin emerged from the torn stockings, startling Liu Qianqian.

Before she could react, she was roughly flipped over by Chen Dashan, then harshly penetrated.