Wang Xiaoqiang felt Zhong Ping's gaze upon him burning hot, and he suddenly felt a bit unnatural, diverting his gaze and saying, "Knowing everything means mastering nothing, I only have a superficial understanding..."

"Now you know modesty!" Qili joined in from the side, "Who was it who said they could cure Director Zhong's illness just now..."

At first, Qili did not believe Wang Xiaoqiang could cure illnesses, but after hearing what Xu Kunpeng had said, she started to believe him a bit. Just now, Wang Xiaoqiang asked for her help to show off, but unexpectedly, he became modest himself, and she couldn't help but interject.

Wang Xiaoqiang had plans to treat Zhong Ping's illness, but seeing that Qili had blurted out what he just said, he couldn't help feeling a bout of embarrassment, and his face turned slightly red at that moment.

After hearing Qili's words, Zhong Ping's long-dormant heart began to flutter, and when she noticed Wang Xiaoqiang's embarrassment, she immediately dismissed Qili... "Qili, there's nothing for you here, go outside!

Seeing the situation, Xu Kunpeng immediately understood the hint and took his leave, inviting Wang Xiaoqiang to his house for a meal before leaving.

Wang Xiaoqiang declined.

After Qili and Xu Kunpeng left the living room, Zhong Ping and Wang Xiaoqiang both relaxed a bit. Zhong Ping stared tightly at Wang Xiaoqiang and asked somewhat eagerly, "Little Qiang, can you really cure my stomach ailment?"

Without a trace of modesty, Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "Of course." He said confidently, "I cured Liu Yueying's serious illness; your minor stomach issue is nothing to worry about."

"Oh, that's really great!" Zhong Ping exhaled a long breath of relief, her tone filled with happiness.

Although it was described as a "minor" stomach ailment, when it flared up, it would be life-threatening. Those with a stomach condition could not eat well, sleep soundly, would become absent-minded, feel feeble, and their physical condition would gradually weaken. Once weakened, the condition would worsen...bringing about a vicious cycle that caused indescribable suffering.

Hence, when Zhong Ping heard Wang Xiaoqiang confidently saying that he could cure her stomach illness, hope arose in her heart, and the way she looked at Wang Xiaoqiang began to change. Reflecting upon their encounter and acquaintance, she felt this was not merely fate, but a messenger sent from heaven to save her.

"Sister Ping, if you don't mind, I can start treating you now..." Wang Xiaoqiang volunteered.

"Err, is now a good time?" Zhong Ping was not sure about Wang Xiaoqiang's method of treatment. Seeing him offer so quickly, she hesitated.

"What's the matter, Sister Ping, don't you want to get rid of your illness sooner?"

"No, it's not that, I just thought you just arrived and haven't had time to rest..." Of course, Zhong Ping hoped that Wang Xiaoqiang would start her treatment as soon as possible. Although she had been on IV drips for two days, she still felt her stomach throbbing from time to time. Furthermore, she had lost her appetite for several days and sometimes everything she ate would come right back up.

Wang Xiaoqiang saw her concern and knew that her words were just an excuse, so he said, "Sister Ping, actually, my Qigong healing method is quite straightforward..."

Zhong Ping was concerned about just that and asked when he said so, "How straightforward?"

"Lend me your hand," Wang Xiaoqiang extended his hand towards Zhong Ping, gesturing for her to place her hand on his.

Zhong Ping hesitated for a moment, then placed her well-maintained, maiden-like hand on Wang Xiaoqiang's.

Wang Xiaoqiang grasped her smooth hand, raised it, and then, placed it directly on Zhong Ping's right rib area.

As Zhong Ping was wearing a loose cotton house dress that day, the contours of her bosom were not very distinct. Thus, when Wang Xiaoqiang pressed down, although his hand was on the back of hers, it still unavoidably touched that firm area.

Though it was but a light brush, it made Zhong Ping shiver as if struck by electricity—how many years it had been since that place had been touched by a man, and Wang Xiaoqiang's hand also trembled.

Involuntarily, both their faces flushed red.

Zhong Ping was unclear about what Wang Xiaoqiang intended to do, staring at him in shock.

Wang Xiaoqiang, without explanation, diverted his gaze, infusing Earth Element Spiritual Qi into her.

In the Five Zang-organs and the Six Fu-organs, the spleen and stomach are interrelated, governing digestion and mutually supporting each other's functions. Since the essence of the viscera is interconnected, and the spleen corresponds to the Earth element in the Five Elements, using Earth Element Spiritual Qi to treat stomach illnesses should yield some results.

This was Wang Xiaoqiang's bold conjecture.

Whether it was effective or not would have to be confirmed after the treatment.

At this moment, Zhong Ping only felt a heavy breath being transmitted from Wang Xiaoqiang's palm to her own hand, which then traveled from her palm into her left rib area, reaching the subtly aching stomach...

Zhong Ping's gaze, filled with curiosity, fell on Wang Xiaoqiang's right hand.

As the heavy breath entered, the pain in her stomach immediately disappeared, her swollen abdomen started to rumble incessantly, and she could distinctly feel her stomach contracting and churning, followed by a series of burps... Then, the feeling of fullness in her stomach vanished, replaced with a warm and comfortable sensation.

Overcome with amazement, Zhong Ping shifted her gaze from Wang Xiaoqiang's hand to his face, looking at his tense expression, which was utterly serious; her heart quivered like a swing, and her eyes brimmed with tenderness.

Actually, Wang Xiaoqiang could have used the pretext of treatment to place his hands directly on the skin of her left rib, but he did not. This was enough to show Wang Xiaoqiang's pure heart and respect for her.

If it had been someone else, who knew how they might have taken advantage of her!?

After about a minute, Wang Xiaoqiang withdrew his hand and asked Zhong Ping, "How do you feel?"

"Much better!" Zhong Ping's hand did not drop immediately. Instead, she gently touched her stomach, quietly feeling it for a moment, and the discomfort in her stomach had completely disappeared, leaving only a warm comfort.

"That's good!" Wang Xiaoqiang revealed a relieved smile, "Observe for a while, and if there's anything else, I'll treat you again."

"Little Qiang, how should Sister thank you?" Although Zhong Ping was visibly older, her excitement was restrained, not unlike a young girl's unrestrained joy, nor did she probe into Wang Xiaoqiang's method of treatment, simply expressing her gratitude.

"It was but a trifling effort; let's not talk about thanks. Just treat me to lunch!" Wang Xiaoqiang waved his hand, nonchalantly suggesting.

"Look at what you're saying. When you come to my place, how could I not treat you to a meal? Honestly, Little Qiang, I don't have a brother or a younger brother, so from now on, I'll regard you as my own brother. Don't be a stranger with me, and whenever you come to the Provincial Capital, you must come to my place.

I'll take care of your meals and accommodation..." Zhong Ping looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with sincere eyes.

"Then it's settled, I hope you won't get tired of me..." Wang Xiaoqiang avoided Zhong Ping's admiring gaze mixed with affection.

"How could I? I'd be overjoyed!" Seeing that Wang Xiaoqiang was still somewhat bashful under her gaze, Zhong Ping was amused by his cute demeanor and shifted her eyes away from his face to the Plain Crown, Lotus Cauldron he had brought. Her eyes lit up, "Little Qiang, is that the Plain Crown, Lotus Cauldron?"

"Yes, Sister Ping, why don't you get a floriculture expert to appraise it?"

"Cut it out, don't I trust you?" Zhong Ping said, "Sister Huazi left it here; tell me your price?"

But Wang Xiaoqiang was in a dilemma. Now that she had regarded him like a brother, how could he comfortably ask for money?

"No need for that, Sister Ping; talking about money would seem impersonal!"

"Hey, personal feelings are personal feelings, money is money, different matters should be settled differently. Even blood brothers keep clear accounts, not to mention this is not a small amount..." Zhong Ping really had a way with words.

"Sister Ping, if you really want to give money, just give whatever you think is appropriate. The amount doesn't matter." Wang Xiaoqiang said.

"The price for the Plain Crown, Lotus Cauldron is even higher than the Golden Sand Tree Chrysanthemum. Let me make an offer, and you can see whether it's acceptable or not," seeing Wang Xiaoqiang nod, Zhong Ping said, "Let's say 5.8 million."

Last week's recommendation tickets broke a thousand, and I hope this week's will, too. Let's push hard to break it today!

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