After getting a pounding from Lu Nianjiao, Luo Xiu realized that her bringing him here today and giving him a car were merely incidental. The main reason she brought him was to treat her best friend!

On the second floor of the villa, Luo Xiu saw Mu Xueyan again. Unlike her previous dashing attire of a leather jacket and pants, today Mu Xueyan, like Lu Nianjiao, was clad in a white Hanfu dress, exuding an ethereal charm. In fact, Lu Nianjiao's fondness for Hanfu was influenced by Mu Xueyan.

Mu Xueyan stood by the window, the breeze lifting her waist-length, fragrant hair and causing her dress to flutter. She looked like a fairy descending from the Nine Heavens, enchanting and exquisite, yet the cool detachment in her eyes kept people at a thousand miles' distance, discouraging anyone from drawing closer.

In the silence, Mu Xueyan asked, "Are you confident?"

Luo Xiu shrugged. "How will we know without trying?"

Mu Xueyan turned to face him and said indifferently, "You look much better than the last time we met."

Luo Xiu stared at her. "But you look much worse than the last time we met."

He gestured toward the sofa. "Please, take a seat."

Mu Xueyan walked over and sat down.

Luo Xiu sat opposite her. "Let me take your pulse first."

Mu Xueyan felt a sense of resistance. She detested men and had never been touched by one. But remembering that Luo Xiu was a physician and she truly needed treatment, she obediently extended her hand to him.

As his slightly warm fingers clasped her pristine wrist, Mu Xueyan's delicate body stiffened, her resistance quite evident.

Sensing her reluctance, Luo Xiu said, "Don't be tense. Just relax. If you haven't decided on the treatment yet, it's not too late to back out. What I have to do later will be even harder for you to accept."

With a stoic expression, Mu Xueyan maintained her indifferent demeanor. "Suit yourself."

...

At some point, Lu Nianjiao had left the room. Now, only Luo Xiu and Mu Xueyan, doctor and patient, remained in the spacious and luxurious room.

Time ticked by. About five minutes later, Luo Xiu released Mu Xueyan's wrist. He stared at her with a grave expression and said, "Your injuries are more serious than I imagined. Furthermore, you have several severe poisons in your body. It's a miracle you're still alive."

Mu Xueyan met his gaze. "Can you treat it?"

Luo Xiu reached into his robes, pulling out a box of silver needles from the Holy Lotus Jade Pendant. "Take off your clothes and lie down."

Upon hearing this, Mu Xueyan's eyes narrowed, a chill emanating from them. She didn't move.

Luo Xiu looked at her with a half-smile. "It's not too late to back out now."

Mu Xueyan said nothing, merely staring at him coldly.

Luo Xiu smiled. "Staring at me like that won't help. What can I say? My profession has its perks."

Without a word, Mu Xueyan suddenly stood up and walked toward the large bed.

A few minutes later, Mu Xueyan lay on the bed, completely unclothed. Her expression was indifferent as she looked at Luo Xiu. "If you can't cure me... I don't care who you are, you will die."

However, her deliberately cold demeanor couldn't hide the blush creeping across her face. This is the first time I've ever been completely exposed before a man. I could just die. She closed her eyes, treating the ordeal as a nightmare she hoped would end quickly.

Luo Xiu walked to the bedside and stood there, looking at the stunning beauty before him. His brow furrowed slightly, but his mind was free of impure thoughts. In his eyes, Mu Xueyan was simply a patient.

Luo Xiu's medical skills were not much better than those of the "White Skirt Medical Immortal," Lu Nianjiao. His acupuncture techniques were superior, but when it came to pharmacology, he was no match for her. The fact that even Lu Nianjiao couldn't heal Mu Xueyan undoubtedly put immense pressure on Luo Xiu.

As Luo Xiu organized the silver needles, he explained, "First, I'll use the Stabilizing Pulse Needle to seal your Eight Extraordinary Meridians. This will prevent damage to your meridians during the treatment."

"Okay," Mu Xueyan replied.

"Then," Luo Xiu continued, "I will use the Type-Separating Needle to isolate the different poisons in your body before using the Toxin-Removing Needle to extract them one by one.

"Finally, as for your internal injuries, I will use the Lifecraft Needle to help you recover."

Mu Xueyan's eyelashes quivered slightly. "Do what you must."

As time passed, Luo Xiu's fingers, which held a silver needle, suddenly stiffened. He sharply turned his gaze to Mu Xueyan. He slowly withdrew the needle, and a single drop of pink blood oozed from the pale skin on her chest.

Could this be...

Mu Xueyan's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. "What's wrong?"

Luo Xiu's heart sank. "It's Chifan Poison."

Her delicate body trembled. She had, of course, heard of this poison before. It was used specifically against women. Even the most virtuous woman would become utterly licentious once poisoned.

Luo Xiu said, "It seems a man has had designs on you before."

"Nonsense!" Mu Xueyan retorted coldly.

Luo Xiu let out a long sigh. This is going to be very troublesome.

"You've been forcibly suppressing this poison," he said. "Now that I'm drawing it out, it's bound to flare up. But don't worry, I'll be as quick as possible. You must remain rational during this process."

...

Luo Xiu didn't leave the room from morning until night. By the time he finally emerged, it was already past eleven.

BOOM! A loud crash suddenly echoed from the second floor of the villa.

Lu Nianjiao, who was brewing medicine in the kitchen on the first floor, was startled and rushed upstairs. She found Luo Xiu sprawled on the floor, a broken door panel lying on top of him. Luo Xiu had made a rather humiliating exit. He'd been kicked out of the room by Mu Xueyan.

Seeing that Luo Xiu was uninjured, Lu Nianjiao relaxed and asked with unmasked curiosity, "What happened in there? Did you make a move on Xueyan?"

Luo Xiu rubbed his kicked stomach, his face a mask of pain. He suddenly pointed at Mu Xueyan, who had already dressed and was now walking out of the room. "Ask her yourself!"

Lu Nianjiao looked at Mu Xueyan with a strange expression.

Mu Xueyan glanced at Luo Xiu, let out a cold huff, and turned to walk away without a word.

Lu Nianjiao went over and helped Luo Xiu up, unable to suppress a laugh at his disheveled state. "Little Mule, what on earth happened?"

Luo Xiu shook his head and started walking downstairs, muttering, "She was the one who started it, but then she blames me and even kicks me... Who the hell did I piss off?!

"I go through all the trouble of treating her, don't even get a medical fee, and I still get my ass kicked!"

At that moment, Luo Xiu felt as aggrieved as a young maiden.

Lu Nianjiao's curiosity flared, and she hurried after him. "Tell me! What did you do to Xueyan?"

"Sigh..." Luo Xiu heaved a long sigh. "Go ask her yourself. I'm hungry. I'm going to find something to eat."

Lu Nianjiao felt like her head was about to explode from curiosity. Since Luo Xiu wouldn't talk, she had no choice but to find Mu Xueyan.

"Xueyan, what exactly happened?"

Mu Xueyan stood by the window with her back to Lu Nianjiao. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she recalled the events in the room. She didn't answer Lu Nianjiao's question, saying instead, "We're leaving tomorrow. I don't wish to see him again."

Lu Nianjiao went up, grabbed her wrist to check her pulse, and a smile suddenly blossomed on her face. "You're cured?"

"Yes," Mu Xueyan nodded faintly.

"Then why do you still look so unhappy?"

Mu Xueyan's pretty face grew even redder. "I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Really."

"The more you two act like this, the more curious I get about what happened in there."

Mu Xueyan's gaze grew icy as she stared into the distant night, subtly squeezing her thighs together. The lining of her skirt was nearly soaked through. As she recalled the preceding events, she subconsciously clenched her fists so tightly her teeth could have shattered. This is the greatest humiliation of my life!

"It's really nothing. Don't overthink it, Nianjiao."

Lu Nianjiao was on the verge of going mad with curiosity. "Tell me! Come on, tell me!"

Mu Xueyan's figure suddenly flashed and vanished into thin air. Fleeing was her only option against such a persistent Lu Nianjiao. How could I possibly bring myself to speak of something like that?

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