Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 54 - s: Of course, it’s to do you

Chapter 54: 54 Chapters: Of course, it’s to do you

Chen Dashan said this deliberately. He was well versed in the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine, and from a close distance, Jiang Rou didn’t appear sick at all.

Remembering the last time he asked the young girl to undress and how shy she was, Chen Dashan purposely made things difficult for her.

The atmosphere in the room became tense.

Jiang Rou bit her lip and looked at Chen Dashan. After a moment, she swiftly took off her school uniform.

Chen Dashan’s eyes widened.

Seeing the white school uniform lying on the ground, Chen Dashan raised his head to look at the girl in front of him. Her skin was snow-white and elastic, unlike an adult woman’s curves. Jiang Rou’s frame was petite, her figure thin and frail, with slender, long limbs.

She was wearing a white cartoon bra, just enough to cover the two rounded mounds on her chest, exhibiting a mix of youthful awkwardness and mature allure.

"You, you, put your clothes back on right away!"

Chen Dashan frowned, hastily picked up the uniform from the floor, and handed it to Jiang Rou. As he got closer, a faint scent from her body wafted into his nose. It was the fragrance of a virgin.

Seeing Chen Dashan’s flustered expression, Jiang Rou took the clothes, bent down, and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Are you embarrassed?"

As she bent down, the protrusion under her delicate collarbone became even more pronounced. The two elastic white mounds pressed together, catching his eye.

Wang Shiman had helped him in many ways and treated her as a sister. Jiang Rou was still young, and Chen Dashan didn’t want to have any improper thoughts. After all, he didn’t lack women.

"Your illness has already been cured; you don’t need acupuncture!"

After saying this, Chen Dashan turned to leave.

Jiang Rou bit her lip, took a big step forward, and grabbed Chen Dashan’s clothes, saying, "I won’t let you go!"

"I am grown up now. I am an adult. Doctor Chen, I... I..."

Jiang Rou stuttered and could not say the three words "I like you."

After all, Chen Dashan was her mother’s friend and her savior. If she were rejected, even meeting again would be awkward.

Seeing the stubborn look in the girl’s eyes, Chen Dashan said with a headache, "Your illness is already cured, so there is no need to worry. If you are too tired from studying, I can accompany you for a walk."

Jiang Rou was stunned for a moment, looking at Chen Dashan’s handsome face. She smiled bitterly, "Fine, then accompany me for a walk. If you don’t agree, I’ll tell my mom that Uncle Chen likes me."

Chen Dashan covered his forehead in exasperation.

This girl was full of mischief.

"Wait, when did I become Uncle Chen? I’m only five years older than you."

Chen Dashan was not satisfied. Jiang Rou, on the other hand, cheerfully put on her clothes, fixed herself up, and then dragged Chen Dashan to say farewell to Wang Shiman, insisting on treating Uncle Chen to a meal to repay her life-saving favor.

Seeing her daughter getting along well with Chen Dashan, Wang Shiman was happy to see it.

...

Because it was the weekend, there were quite a few people on the pedestrian street.

Looking around, there were couples everywhere, or groups of girls shopping together. In the past, Chen Dashan had never gone shopping; first, because he had no time; second, because he had no money.

Now that he had both money and time, he found it meaningless.

Feeling someone touching his fingers, Chen Dashan frowned and looked down, seeing Jiang Rou’s small hand being very restless, her fingers hooking into his palm, making it itch, leaving him at a loss.

This was?

Seeing the usually omnipotent Chen Dashan looking stunned, Jiang Rou found it amusing.

Pointing to the couples in front of them, she said, "Uncle Chen, look, people are holding hands when they go shopping. Look at you, rushing like you’re about to catch a thief."

"It’s no fun!"

Jiang Rou pouted in an angry manner.

This little princess had been spoiled by Wang Shiman. Seeing her like this, Chen Dashan said helplessly, "Fine, fine. Hand-holding it is. Holding hands means you can go back, right?"

After saying this, Chen Dashan reached out his big hand, grabbed Jiang Rou’s small hand, and marched forward with her.

Looking at Chen Dashan’s profile and their joined hands, Jiang Rou’s heart raced. A warm current seemed to flow from her heart to her limbs, making her feel joyful.

Just as they were about to reach the end of the street, Jiang Rou turned her gaze to a nearby milk tea shop and said slyly, "Stop, stop, I want milk tea!"

"Milk tea!"

Jiang Rou shouted coquettishly, and Chen Dashan had no choice but to stop and buy her milk tea.

There were many people queuing in front of the milk tea shop. Chen Dashan frowned and said to Jiang Rou, "Wait here. I’ll buy it for you."

Jiang Rou nodded obediently.

As soon as Chen Dashan left, several young men dressed like hooligans approached, all chewing gum, hands in pockets, acting casual and arrogant.

Seven or eight street youths, dyed blond and green hair, covered in tattoos, with thick chains around their necks, instantly surrounded Jiang Rou.

Some whistled at Jiang Rou.

Others stared lewdly at her prominent peaks.

Seeing this, the crowd quickly dispersed, not wanting any trouble. In an instant, a vacuum circle formed around Jiang Rou and the hooligans.

Feeling the looming danger, Jiang Rou frowned and said, "What do you want?"

"What do we want?"

A blond hooligan laughed loudly, "Handsome guy and pretty girl, what do you think we want?"

"Of course, it’s you we want!"

"You!!"

In broad daylight, facing a group of hooligans hurling obscene language at her, Jiang Rou’s face flushed with anger, glaring sharply at them.

"That was your boyfriend just now, right?"

One of them asked, and immediately another cooperated, "With your childlike face and big breasts, your boyfriend can’t handle you. Why not come with us to have some fun? Then we can all be friends."

"I’ll take care of you on this street!"

With that, they approached to grab Jiang Rou. Being spoiled as an only child to Wang Shiman, she was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted, never experiencing such treatment.

Raising her hand, she slapped the hooligan in front of her hard, "Smack!"

The crisp sound of the slap shocked everyone on the street. No one expected such a bold move from her.

"You dare to hit me?"

Blondie covered his right cheek, eyes blazing with rage at Jiang Rou, "You ungrateful bitch! Drag her away!"

"Let go of me!"

"Let go, my mom won’t spare you!"

Jiang Rou struggled and screamed, but the hooligans dismissed her threats, "Your mom? Great, we’ll have fun together when she comes."

"Drag her away!"

With immense force pulling her arms, Jiang Rou couldn’t resist. Tears filled her eyes, never imagining a shopping trip would turn into this nightmare.

What to do?

She looked around, seeking help, but the surrounding crowd averted their gaze, unwilling to intervene.

Jiang Rou felt a deep sense of despair.

"Let her go!"

Suddenly, Chen Dashan’s voice came from behind, icy cold and devoid of warmth. Jiang Rou felt a surge of joy, turning to see Chen Dashan striding towards her.

The remaining six hooligans rushed, surrounding Chen Dashan, asking, "Do you want to die?"