Qiao Zhi ignored him.

Qiao Hui, worried that her sister's behavior would offend Wang Xiaoqiang, was very anxious and quickly explained to him, "Mr. Wang, please don't be upset. Due to years of suffering from her illness, Qiao Zhi's complexion is quite poor, and her mood isn't great either. We hope you can be understanding..."

In a way, this was praising her sister, but it was also the truth. If Qiao Zhi's complexion were better, she would indeed be a beauty unparalleled. People say that mixed breeds are often superior, and mixed-race individuals are beautiful— it seems there's truth to that after all...

Wang Xiaoqiang, with the mindset of a farmer, thought to himself.

"Hehe, Little Qiang won't mind!" Zhong Ping quickly smoothed things over, while internally praising Wang Xiaoqiang for not being swayed by beauty—a big plus that boosted her own esteem.

"I don't have much time. I'll try to finish the treatment within an hour. First, tell me about your sister's condition, so I know how to proceed..." Wang Xiaoqiang said coldly, his last few words somewhat crass. Qiao Zhi frowned slightly. She had been considering this issue before coming; since he would be using Qi Gong to treat her, surely there would be physical contact.

The very thought of a strange man touching her body repulsed her.

Qiao Hui recounted Qiao Zhi's illness and the general treatment situation. After listening, Wang Xiaoqiang felt that there was some merit to traditional Chinese medicine, but he didn't bother saying a word about it. One glance told him that Qiao Zhi was a person who preferred stillness over movement.

Such people commonly suffer from spleen deficiency and are also prone to anger—especially repressed anger—which can damage the liver. Spleen deficiency and liver damage can create a breeding ground for tumors.

Although Wang Xiaoqiang was confident in his ability to treat her, he didn't dare make guarantees, so he said, "Let me be blunt: since I've agreed to treat her, I will do my utmost. However, I can't guarantee the results of the treatment because I have never dealt with such a disease before..."

"Mr. Wang, please proceed with the treatment confidently. I'm not sure if Sister Ping has informed you about the payment, but regardless of the treatment outcome, we will deliver the full payment as promised," Qiao Hui knew how to speak tactfully.

Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze returned to Qiao Zhi and he said, "Well then, if everyone agrees, Miss Qiao, please come with me to the bedroom."

As soon as Zhang Cheng spoke, all three women were taken aback. First was Qiao Zhi, whose face instantly showed panic. She had never stayed alone in a room with a boy, let alone had any physical contact.

Zhong Ping found this odd; the last time he treated her, it was right here in the living room, and to avoid touching her body, he had only placed his hand on top of hers. Why was it different now...

Zhong Ping now thought Wang Xiaoqiang was up to something, but she wouldn't say it out loud. She thought Qiao Zhi was too high and mighty, too rude and arrogant. She didn't even greet him; he was there to treat her, after all—essentially to save her life. She lacked basic manners, and someone like her needed Wang Xiaoqiang to bring her down a notch.

Qiao Hui, however, didn't see it that way. She would've preferred a public treatment, not wishing for her sister to be alone with Wang Xiaoqiang in a room. She said, "Mr. Wang, wouldn't it be just as good to treat her in the living room?"

"Of course it's different. Qi Gong Healing is a very private matter, and the last thing we want is interruptions. A moment's distraction can result in a failed treatment and potential harm to both the practitioner and the patient..." Wang Xiaoqiang bluffed.

Truth be told, he didn't want too many people to see his treatment process and, moreover, he wanted the arrogant Qiao Zhi to pay a price.

"Uh..." Qiao Hui was momentarily lost in thought, then her gaze turned to Qiao Zhi. "Azhi, don't be afraid. Go with Mr. Wang," she said.

Qiao Zhi bit her lip and nodded. Although she appeared cold and proud on the surface, deep down, she hoped her illness would soon be cured, especially without the need to remove her breasts. It was something she prayed for daily—in this era that revered sexy beauty, in a society where women boast about breast size—if a woman lost her breasts, what use was a pretty face?

What man would want her, beggars on the street aside.

Seeing that Qiao Zhi had agreed, Wang Xiaoqiang stood up and walked toward the guest bedroom he had slept in the night before.

Qiao Zhi followed reluctantly.

Wang Xiaoqiang entered the bedroom and stood by the door. As Qiao Zhi entered the room, he closed the door. Before closing it, she saw the coquettish look from Zhong Ping and the somewhat wistful gaze from Qiao Hui.

After entering the room, Qiao Zhi headed straight to the window and stood silently facing it, pretending to admire the scenery, when in fact, she saw nothing outside. Her mind was blank, her thoughts chaotic.

Seeing that Qiao Zhi didn't start talking, Wang Xiaoqiang didn't find it strange since they were still pretty much strangers. And now they were about to be physically close. The awkwardness was inevitable. Wang Xiaoqiang sat down on the large Simmon's bed, leisurely saying, "Miss Qiao, let's begin."

Upon hearing these words, Qiao Zhi's delicate body trembled slightly. Then she turned her head, her autumnal eyes staring coldly at Wang Xiaoqiang, a trace of hostility still lingering in her gaze, as if she were looking at a bad man who was about to invade her. Wang Xiaoqiang shrugged and said, "Miss Qiao, you don't need to look at me like that. I'm not a bad person; I'm just the one treating you.

If you don't mind, you can call me Doctor or Grandmaster. Come on, come here..." Wang Xiaoqiang beckoned to her.

Qiao Zhi hesitated. Life and chastity were like the two ends of a scale, fluctuating in her heart, but eventually, life outweighed chastity. She pursed her red lips, took lotus steps to the bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed. A cold fragrance wafted over; it was a strange scent coming from Qiao Zhi's body.

Wang Xiaoqiang took a deep breath and continued to persuade, "Miss Qiao, please don't think of yourself as a woman, but as a patient, understand..." Qiao Zhi ignored Wang Xiaoqiang. "Come on, take off your skirt and lie down..." Wang Xiaoqiang said seriously, though his voice sounded more like a big bluffer.

Half an hour later...

"All right, get dressed and come out!" Wang Xiaoqiang said, standing up and walking out of the room. In the living room, Qiao Hui wore a look of anxious anticipation, staring at Wang Xiaoqiang and asking, "How is it, Mr. Wang?"

"Everything went smoothly, don't worry!"

Relieved by Wang Xiaoqiang's response, Qiao Hui quickly walked to the bedroom and, upon seeing her sister dressing with a sweat-soaked brow and a flushed face, Qiao Hui's expression was one of painful sympathy, as though her sister's chastity had been taken.

But Qiao Hui said nothing and just hugged her sister, taking out a tissue to wipe her sweat. After a long pause, the two walked out together.

In the living room, Zhong Ping chuckled while staring at Wang Xiaoqiang and whispered, "You little rascal, your treatment method is really quite extreme, isn't it?"

"Sister Ping, her condition was special, much more serious than yours. I couldn't afford any distractions..." Wang Xiaoqiang explained.

"It's fine, no need to explain. I'm not blaming you," Zhong Ping moved closer to Wang Xiaoqiang and murmured, "It's best if this doesn't get out; otherwise, who knows how many men would be jealous of you, it could invite unnecessary trouble..."

At that moment, the Qiao sisters came out of the bedroom. Qiao Hui smiled and said, "What are you two whispering about?"

Zhong Ping smiled and said, "I was asking him if he was confident about the treatment."

Qiao Hui said, "That's what I wanted to ask as well." She looked at Wang Xiaoqiang as she spoke.

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "I've said before, I can't guarantee the results of the treatment, we'll need to observe. Of course, Qiao Zhi herself should have some idea by now..."

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhi, who had remained silent, finally broke her silence, "I feel much better."

This statement left the other three people dumbfounded.

Wang Xiaoqiang was right; only Qiao Zhi could sense the effects of the treatment. He used three kinds of Spiritual Energy to treat Qiao Zhi, and he had infused a considerable amount. He thought Qiao Zhi should have some sensation, and indeed, she vividly felt the mysterious flow of energy entering her liver and spleen, that comfortable and pleasant feeling.

After breaking into a sweat, she felt light and as if she was reborn, transformed entirely.

Following her surprise, Qiao Hui said, "Mr. Wang, I truly thank you for today. I'll fulfill my promise immediately, ten million, Mr. Wang do you prefer a bank transfer or a cheque?"

"It's up to you!" Wang Xiaoqiang said indifferently.

"Then I'll write a cheque." Before coming, Qiao Hui had prepared a cheque. As she spoke, she took the cheque out of her handbag and started writing it.

Receiving a cheque for ten million in cash from Qiao Hui, Wang Xiaoqiang said, "After returning, observe for a week and then decide on the treatment according to the changes in the condition."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. Could I have your phone number?" Qiao Hui asked.

"Of course." After receiving the money, Wang Xiaoqiang, naturally in high spirits, pocketed the cheque and gave his cell phone number to Qiao Hui.

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