Chapter 619: Was This Arranged by You?
This matter isn’t really Zhou Yan’s fault for being so excited. She had never heard that cervicitis could be treated with massage!
Zhou Yan initially wanted to point at Lin Tian’s nose and curse him out as a pervert and freak, but seeing his serious expression, she held back.
Lin Tian also realized his slip of the tongue and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "You sit down first. It’s my fault for not explaining clearly. It’s not about massaging the cervix... just the belly will do..."
"You’re going to massage me?"
Lin Tian shrugged his shoulders, "What else?"
"Massage will work? When I’m in pain, I often rub my belly, and it doesn’t help at all." Zhou Yan still couldn’t believe it. This is too damn ridiculous, isn’t it?
"That’s the difference between you and me. I’m a doctor, would I deceive you? That would ruin my own reputation. I suppose you’ve had this condition for about three years, right? If you want a cure, just listen to me. You sit down first."
Zhou Yan was stunned. After all the calculations, this illness had tormented her for three years. She hadn’t said anything, yet he was so accurate!
Maybe Lin Tian’s surprising words made Zhou Yan believe him again, and she hesitated before sitting back down.
After asking about some symptoms, Lin Tian stood up and said, "Let’s go to the room; I’ll help you... massage."
"Okay." Zhou Yan lowered her head in embarrassment as she was a conservative woman, and it was quite daunting to go to a room with him, even for treatment!
With her head down, Zhou Yan followed Lin Tian into a ward, looking like a bashful young wife.
Everyone watched this scene, but they had no idea what was happening. Apart from Zhou Yan’s few exclamations, nobody around could hear clearly.
Seeing the two walk into the ward, Liu Chan’s curiosity got the better of him, and he asked Liu Mang next to him, "Dad, what illness does that woman have?"
Liu Mang shook his head and said, "Wait, I’ll make a call and find out."
After the call ended, Liu Mang said with a strange expression, "That woman, it’s chronic cervicitis..."
Being chronic means it’s an illness accumulated over the years. It comes slowly and goes slowly, so Lin Tian wanting to cure it quickly, it isn’t that easy.
Thinking of this, Liu Mang felt reassured again.
Lin Tian led Zhou Yan to a different ward. This one was not like the previous one; it had no transparent glass, and the outside couldn’t see what’s going on inside.
Zhou Yan sat down on an armchair, seeing Lin Tian stare at her straightforwardly, blushing like an apple. Being looked at like this was truly embarrassing.
Lin Tian didn’t think much of it. As a doctor, one should not be distracted while treating patients; it’s part of medical ethics.
"You don’t need to take off all your clothes, just lift them up," Lin Tian said seriously.
Seeing that his face didn’t show any inappropriate emotions, Zhou Yan relaxed, lifting her clothes as he instructed.
Ming Tian took a chair, sat in front, secretly channeling Spiritual Qi, placing his large hand on her belly, and began gently massaging.
Earlier during treating the vegetative patient, his body’s Spiritual Qi was almost depleted, but after some time replenishing, the Sea of Qi was full again.
Zhou Yan only felt a warm flow from Lin Tian’s palm flowing into her belly through the navel.
The warm feeling almost made her moan. Besides the belly, especially that area felt incredibly comfortable, and finally, she couldn’t hold it back, letting out an ’ah’ sound.
After ten minutes, the two walked out of the ward again. Lin Tian looked fine, but the woman’s face was flushed.
It was easy to associate this with something lascivious.
Liu Chan chuckled, "Dad, do you think Lin Tian just enjoyed himself with that woman inside?"
Liu Mang said crossly, "Don’t talk nonsense; that’s cervicitis. It’s impossible to do that at such a time. What on earth fills your mind all day long?"
Just now in the ward, Lin Tian only used Spiritual Qi to unblock the meridians in Zhou Yan’s body, also addressing some gynecological reasons. With Spiritual Qi, it was like snow meeting the sun, resolving quickly.
Zhou Yan’s illness was mucositis, normally treated with physical therapies like electrocoagulation, laser, freezing, and microwave infrared methods. Isn’t Lin Tian’s Spiritual Qi better than these?
"Doctor, is it done now?" Zhou Yan held her belly, still reminiscing about that comforting feeling.
"It’s done; almost completely cured, but you need to take some medicine," Lin Tian said.
"Huh? It’s over? Could you massage once more?" Zhou Yan cautiously watched Lin Tian’s face. That feeling was just too enjoyable...
Lin Tian was writing out the prescription in cursive on paper when he suddenly heard her say this, rolling his eyes—are you becoming addicted?
"Doctor, the thing is, I feel more at ease with several massages. I can also pay." Zhou Yan said this while giving Lin Tian a flirty wink.
Having suffered from this illness for so many years, who’d have thought she could enjoy it because of the illness. If she doesn’t experience more comfort, would she be fair to her past suffering?
"No need, just take the medicine I prescribed on time, don’t worry it won’t be bitter." Saying this, Lin Tian tore off the prescription and handed it over. "Go get the medicine."
Disappointed, Zhou Yan took the prescription; truly a heartless blockhead.
Seeing Zhou Yan about to leave, Lin Tian gestured to Liu Mang not far away and said, smiling, "I’ve cured two already."
Liu Mang’s face darkened, stepping forward to ask, "Are you saying you just cured that woman’s illness?"
"Yeah," Lin Tian said, sipping water.
Can chronic cervicitis be cured so quickly? Liu Mang’s expression turned uneasy, hurriedly ran to Zhou Yan, blocking her.
Even though Mr. Zhang was nearby, since he wagered with Lin Tian, his future career was at stake, how could he care about anything else?
Liu Chan saw his father’s uneasy face, glared at Lin Tian, and followed.
"Miss, may I ask if your cervicitis is healed?" Liu Mang asked.
Zhou Mi frowned, "How did you know I had cervicitis?"
The words got stuck in Liu Mang’s throat, his expression turned weird.
Suddenly, Zhou Yan seemed to realize something, "It was you who arranged for me to be treated here, wasn’t it?"
She didn’t deliberately lower her voice, and since Zhang Zhixing and others were not far away, her words reached their ears.