The man’s eyes beneath the mask were like black holes, deep and unfathomable, exuding a chilling killing intent that could penetrate one’s soul.
The lower part of the mask revealed a sharp, defined thin lip. Even though his true appearance was concealed, he emitted an invisible pressure that asserted his high status.
He was not someone to be trifled with.
To clarify her identity, Wen Qingchen raised her other hand, as well as the herb basket beside her.
“I really am a doctor.” She paused, then added, “I can treat any illness, as long as you have the money. I even treat infertility.”
The man narrowed his eyes, glanced at her herb basket, then fixed his gaze on her face. His piercing eyes seemed to see through to her innermost thoughts.
The young girl before him had bright eyes and white teeth, a delicate and fair oval face, and large eyes that were as bright and innocent as the stars.
She didn’t seem to be one of those people.
After a moment, the man finally released Wen Qingchen and leaped up from the ground.
His tall figure was slender and handsome, not at all like someone who had been poisoned.
Wen Qingchen sincerely handed him the pants she had just pulled down: “Brother, why don’t you put your pants on first? Although your thighs are quite pale…”
Man: “……”
A black shadow swept by, and an ink-colored long robe already enveloped the man, making his tall figure even more distinguished. The gold-trimmed ink robe was clearly a mark of wealth and status.
“Get out.”
The cold words came from the thin lips beneath the mask. The man glanced at the clothes in her hand with evident disgust, as if she was holding something filthy rather than his own garments.
The man’s aura was overwhelming, and Wen Qingchen was not one to persist where she wasn’t wanted.
She picked up her herb basket and said earnestly, “Since brother is now awake and unconcerned about the poison in your body, I won’t disturb you any longer. Farewell.”
The man stood motionless, his back to her.
Wen Qingchen took a few steps away, then suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying, “Brother, the aphrodisiac poison in you is very potent, but your body hasn’t reacted, and your male symbol can’t stand up. This clearly indicates an issue, so don’t avoid seeking medical treatment! I live at the foot of the mountain. You know the Divine Doctor Wen, right? My surname is Wen. You’re welcome to come find me.”
Man: “……..”
He felt an urge to grab the woman and give her a good beating! Did she have to keep mentioning ‘impotence’? Was she even a woman?
But he couldn’t. He was barely holding back.
He calculated in his mind. He sensed a special power in this woman. If he acted, she would definitely resist, and there wouldn’t be enough time.
“Leave here,” he said coldly, his voice as icy as his mask, carrying a strong threat, “Don’t make me say it a third time.”
“Alright, alright, I’m leaving now. I’ll be waiting for you at the Wen Clinic at the foot of the mountain.”
Successfully diverting the dangerous man’s attention to her uncle, Wen Qingchen happily picked up her herb basket and left.
She didn’t know that shortly after they left, the man’s body suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a large crater, eerie and sinister.
Wen Qingchen casually picked some common tonic herbs and returned to the temple before the storm hit.
Wen Huanzhi, being from a family of divine doctors, recognized the herbs. He didn’t mention that these tonics wouldn’t help his legs. After his sister prepared them, he obediently drank the medicine.
Once he finished, Wen Qingchen walked over seriously, lifted Wen Huanzhi’s robe, and said, “Brother, you need to take off your pants. Father said that treating this condition requires both medicinal soup and acupoint stimulation for faster recovery.”
Wen Huanzhi was puzzled. Did their father really say that?
