"Don't argue; this disease is severe, and I must calm down to diagnose carefully! Do you understand?" Zhu Bufan finally spoke up, but he was not crying out in pain, but said something inexplicably bizarre.

Fei Huang immediately retorted: "Zhu Bufan, stop pretending, it's clear you're using this as an excuse to take advantage of Teacher Su."

Fei Huang's words were dismissed by Zhu Bufan as nonsense.

"Zhu Bufan, we won't let you mess around here; if you don't let go now, I will kill you, I..." Before Fei Huang could finish, she raised her hand and picked up a badminton racket from the table, ready to act again.

"Get out! If you dare to make trouble again, I'll kill you!" Zhu Bufan suddenly turned around, his cold gaze piercingly fixed on Fei Huang.

His eyes were flush with murderous intent, unnaturally crimson, resembling a supreme demon, frightening Fei Huang into screaming and retreating continuously, not daring to come closer.

This time Fei Huang really crossed Zhu Bufan's bottom line. I am here treating a patient, even the patient herself has acknowledged this, why do you, an outsider, care so much? Are you being annoying!

Scared off by Zhu Bufan, Zhan Feiyu slowly stepped forward and saw that Teacher Su's clothes were disheveled, and Zhu Bufan was still grabbing her shoulder. He frowned slightly, amazed in his heart, but his expression remained calm.

"Teacher Su, are you alright?" Zhan Feiyu tentatively asked, his eyes constantly shifting. If you, Teacher Su, find it inconvenient to speak, just give me a look for help, and I will immediately have this pervert thrown out.

"It's okay, Little Fish, please take Little Huang out, don't let her cause any more trouble here. We can talk later, I am currently undergoing treatment and can't deal with you right now," Su Bingshan responded anxiously.

Previously, Fei Huang, through the "peephole," saw Zhu Bufan bullying Su Bingshan and broke in immediately, causing quite a commotion. Now, there are quite a few people outside observing. If it's not covered up, soon the whole school will come to look, and how could she, Su Bingshan, stand again after causing such a stir?

"Alright, then we'll leave immediately and wait at the door. Teacher Su, if you have any needs, just call us," Zhan Feiyu said and then turned to leave, forcefully dragging the trembling Fei Huang, who was crouching in the corner, away.

Zhu Bufan's fierce look had really scared her.

After Zhan Feiyu left, he also closed the door behind him, allowing Su Bingshan to breathe a sigh of relief. She quickly turned to Zhu Bufan and said, "Alright, Zhu Bufan, stop it, if it really doesn't work, forget it. My illness has been a persistent one, it won't be resolved in a day or two. I appreciate your kindness."

"I have diagnosed your illness now!" Zhu Bufan firmly stated.

Su Bingshan immediately held her breath, eager to find out what the long-afflicting disease was, but unexpectedly, Zhu Bufan said nothing and fell back into a stupefied state.

After about a minute of anxious waiting and just as Su Bingshan was about to speak up, Zhu Bufan finally said, "Teacher Su, there is no disease in your body, this black spot on your shoulder should be some kind of special curse mark!"

"What did you say?" Su Bingshan's pretty face immediately darkened, and she asked sternly: "Who exactly are you, Zhu Bufan? A prominent doctorate from the United States, how can you speak such ludicrous words? You've truly disappointed me!"

It was clear that Zhu Bufan's absurd theory could not convince Su Bingshan, a master's level elite academic. How could she believe in such ethereal and false talk of curses? At that moment, she had already concluded that Zhu Bufan was an ignorant fool, spouting nonsense merely to seek attention and win favor from others.

Seeing the change in Su Bingshan's expression, Zhu Bufan remained unfazed. He withdrew his thieving hand from her shoulder and said indifferently, "Ms. Su, if I'm not mistaken, your ex-husband was indirectly killed by you, wasn't he?"

"Ah…" Su Bingshan exclaimed, stepping back, fearfully saying, "What are you talking about? Don't spout nonsense, he died of some strange disease!"

"He contracted the disease after having a relationship with you," Bufan pinpointed once again.

This time, Su Bingshan didn't retort but burst out crying instead, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Wuu... I know it's all because of me, but I didn't mean to kill him. After realizing I had this bizarre disease, I never touched another man again… Ohhh…" Her words grew more aggrieved as she spoke, eventually crying her eyes out.

Zhu Bufan quickly stepped forward to console her, "Ms. Su, you shouldn't blame yourself too much. What you did was absolutely right. The name of your disease is called 'Nine-Life Poison Curse.' By restraining your desires and not interacting with other men, you did the right thing. If you continued relationships with other men, none of them would live past three years!"

"Ah… That's impossible, that can't be!" Su Bingshan shook her head repeatedly, unwilling to believe it was true.

Bufan continued recklessly, "Every man you've been involved with will not live past three years. Only after the ninth man dies will the curse on you be completely eliminated."

Faced with such a terrifying curse, Su Bingshan's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud.

As Su Bingshan crumpled to the floor, Zhu Bufan quickly went over to help her up, soothingly saying, "Ms. Su, you don't need to be so nervous. Although your condition is prickly, it's not incurable!"

"Really?" Su Bingshan's eyes suddenly brightened, full of hope she asked, "Quickly tell me, how can it be treated? I will listen to you, as long as you can cure my disease, I will pay you any amount of money!"

Indeed, Su Bingshan's previous indifference to men was mainly due to her illness. She didn't want to harm anyone, and it wasn't because she naturally hated men or preferred to stay single. Any woman at her age would surely want to have a family, a man to rely on, wouldn't they?

Su Bingshan is a normal woman, not a nun!

However, for Zhu Bufan, it was a bit embarrassing to speak. There indeed was a way to treat it, but it was too lewd. If said aloud, he would immediately be labeled a pervert, particularly with Zhan Feiyu and Zhan Feihuang, those two fierce women, outside.

"Just say it already, stop dragging your feet! Is it a surgery to remove that part?" Su Bingshan pushed against Zhu Bufan's chest, urging him continuously.

"It's useless!" Zhu Bufan shook his head and said, "Ms. Su, your illness is called a curse for a reason; it's not just a physical disease. In a sense, this disease is branded directly onto your soul. Even if you were to remove the diseased part, even replacing your entire body would be futile!"

"Ah…" Su Bingshan's face went pale with fright, and in disbelief, she said, "It can't be that severe, you must be lying to me!"

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