The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 217

Chapter 217: Chapter 217

"No, it’s not that, I really do have hemorrhoids." Qi Siyan hurriedly stopped Wu Song.

"Then why can’t I see them? I only see a pink little rosebud." Wu Song’s fingers slid between the buttocks, touching the quivering, smooth little anus, hindering Wu Song’s exploration.

"Ah, it’s not that, I have internal hemorrhoids, yes, internal ones! That’s why you can’t see them from the outside," Qi Siyan said in a moment of desperation, feeling proud after speaking, thinking she was quite the genius.

It seems that understanding a bit about diseases and medical knowledge is indeed necessary.

Wu Song just laughed and said, "Are you sure it’s internal hemorrhoids?"

Qi Siyan hurriedly nodded, "Yes, internal hemorrhoids."

"I don’t believe you. Do you have any proof?" Wu Song chuckled.

"Well..." Qi Siyan truly didn’t have any because she was just making things up.

The sole purpose was to prevent Wu Song from messing with her little anus.

But Wu Song wasn’t easy to fool.

Since there’s no evidence.

Wu Song laughed, "Since there’s no evidence, I’m a doctor, I say you don’t have hemorrhoids, any problem with that?"

"You..." Qi Siyan suddenly felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

After all, it was she who got Wu Song that medical qualification.

Now it’s being used to trap herself.

But she was unwilling.

"You may be a doctor, but just by your word alone isn’t enough, there must be concrete evidence," Qi Siyan started to argue.

Wu Song laughed, "Then I can do an examination, no problem, right?"

"Examination? Aren’t you a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? What would you examine? How do you check? With three fingers?" Qi Siyan really couldn’t make sense of it, traditional Chinese medicine is so advanced, it’s said they can surpass MRI and CT scans just by looking and feeling, so how would you examine?

Wu Song laughed, meaningfully, "Three fingers? No need, I only need one."

"One? You’re that good at taking pulses?" Qi Siyan was extremely surprised, but thinking about Wu Song’s medical skill, such a level seemed logical.

She then extended a hand covering her buttocks to Wu Song, "Check my pulse then."

Anyway, checking the pulse is very subjective, you say I don’t have hemorrhoids, I’ll say I do, so what? Qi Siyan felt proud inside.

However, Wu Song’s hand moved from her wrist, and with a swift motion, it reached her buttocks and slipped into the gap exposed there.

His middle finger accurately hit the anus, pressing slightly, causing Qi Siyan to moan instantly, her buttocks instinctively clenched, yet didn’t stop Wu Song’s finger from going in.

"Ah... Aren’t you checking my pulse? How come you’re going over there?" Qi Siyan cried out in surprise, hurriedly grabbing Wu Song’s wrist, but it was too late, Wu Song’s finger had already popped in.

"I told you I was doing an examination. Of course, it has to go in here," Wu Song said confidently, his finger moving in and out of Qi Siyan’s anus.

"Ow..."

Qi Siyan moaned softly, feeling miserable, once again feeling like she was shooting herself in the foot.

Is this what Wu Song meant by checking with one finger?

Wu Song proudly said, "Did I check you with just one finger?"

Qi Siyan: "..."

Silence.

Qi Siyan could only remain silent.

Wu Song’s finger continued moving around in Qi Siyan’s anus, suddenly gasping in surprise, "Whoa, no way, you’ve really got hemorrhoids!"

Qi Siyan gasped too, her head raised in astonishment looking at Wu Song, "What? I really have hemorrhoids?"

"Don’t you have hemorrhoids?" Wu Song asked in return.

"No, I always have regular health checks... Wait, no, what I mean is, I’m not sure either." Qi Siyan quickly changed her words, but it was too late, she saw Wu Song’s finger press further inside.

"Ah..."

Qi Siyan screamed in surprise, feeling like her anus was going to split.

"Don’t be tense, take a deep breath, you’ll adapt soon," Wu Song’s finger twisted and expanded, comforting Qi Siyan, telling her to relax.

But Qi Siyan couldn’t relax, feeling uncomfortable like wanting to defecate but unable to, really an indescribable feeling.

"Don’t do it, Songsong, I really can’t take it, you’ve done it downstairs and upstairs too. Please don’t do this now, I really can’t today," Qi Siyan pleaded pitifully, her eyes beginning to dampen.

Wu Song seeing her so miserable and uncomfortable didn’t want to continue either.

His finger paused and said, "Shall we leave it at this for now?"

Qi Siyan was overjoyed, quickly nodding, "Yes, let’s leave it."

Wu Song reluctantly withdrew his finger.

Qi Siyan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly clenched her buttocks and stood up to find her underwear, put it on under her skirt, only then she breathed again. Looking up, she saw Wu Song rinsing his finger with tea, and she blushed, scolding, "I told you not to do it, yet you did it."

Wu Song laughed heartily, "Doing it is fine with me now."

Wu Song said this while his finger reached towards Qi Siyan’s plump buttocks.

Qi Siyan was so frightened she immediately tightened her buttocks, dodging quickly to avoid Wu Song’s fingers approaching.

Wu Song laughed, no longer teasing Qi Siyan but pointed at the teapot and said, "Come, let’s drink tea."

Qi Siyan exhaled, urgently got up and went over to brew tea.

But her steps were light, feeling like walking on clouds.

Her thigh roots were still sore.

She sat down and only felt a bit comfortable.

Qi Siyan sat properly with her legs crossed, glanced at Wu Song, seeing him watching her with a playful look, scolded, "What’s that look in your eyes?"

Wu Song smiled wickedly, "The look that wants to ravage you."

"Go to hell." Qi Siyan giggled, her heart softened, somewhat looking forward to being ravaged by Wu Song.

Because being messed by Wu Song feels really good.

"Drink tea." Qi Siyan handed the freshly brewed West Lake Dragon Well tea to Wu Song.

Wu Song took a sip and sighed, "The tea is just so-so."

"Hmm?" Qi Siyan asked puzzled, "This is pre-Qingming tea, the quality is fine."

"The tea is okay, but compared to the person who brewed it, it’s a bit lacking." Wu Song said.

"Ah?" Qi Siyan was both shy and delighted, her smile blossoming like a flower, pouring another cup for Wu Song, she said with a sweet smile, "Songsong is not only excellent in medicine but has such a sweet tongue too."

"You’ve tasted it?" Wu Song teased.

"I have." Qi Siyan smiled gently, blooming brightly.

Wu Song’s heart stirred, he leaned forward to lift Qi Siyan’s chin and kissed her mouth.

Soft and delicious, exquisitely beautiful.

Wu Song’s tongue couldn’t help but reach into her little mouth, drawing out her tongue, intertwining them.

Qi Siyan moaned gently, panting together with Wu Song, her eyes hazy, intoxicated in Wu Song’s kissing technique.

Wu Song’s big hand fell down, grabbing and kneading one of her breasts.

After a moment, Qi Siyan was panting, legs buckling, unable to stand, a stream of honey liquid seeping out, struggling to be held by her panties.