The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Wu Song looked at Xue Qingyao in surprise. Just now, he was only focused on his task and hadn't carefully observed below.

At this moment, Xue Qingyao parted her hair to check, and indeed, there was a fingernail-sized scar underneath the dark hair.

Wu Song felt a bit exasperated.

"Such a small scar, and in such a hidden spot, no one would see it. You don't need to worry about it," Wu Song said with a smile.

"No, even if others can't see it, I can. It's bothering me so much. I've tried a lot of scar removal creams, but none worked. If you can remove scars, you must get rid of it for me," Xue Qingyao shook her head and said.

"I can remove it for you, but you'd need to shave the area. Can you accept that?" Wu Song asked, looking at Xue Qingyao's thick black hair with a smile.

"Of course! It's not like it won't grow back after shaving, right? It'll grow back soon enough," Xue Qingyao said with a smile, looking rather unconcerned.

Wu Song thought about it and realized it was indeed the case. Whether it's hair down there or hair on top, once shaved, it will grow back after a while.

Preparing the skin to apply the scar removal cream isn't a big deal.

"Okay, I'll first go check on Tian Tian. Once I make the ointment, I'll help you too," Wu Song agreed to Xue Qingyao's request.

Xue Qingyao happily hugged Wu Song and gave him a peck.

"You're really my good luck charm," Xue Qingyao said joyfully, her face full of happiness.

Wu Song smiled but said nothing, releasing Xue Qingyao and saying, "Alright, just wait; I will definitely solve your problem."

Xue Qingyao nodded with a smile, "Can I tag along and take a look?"

Wu Song glanced at Xue Qingyao and said, "It's not really private, so you can come along if you want."

Mainly because Xue Qingyao and Song Mengtian were friends.

There shouldn't be any taboos.

Wu Song led Xue Qingyao to Song Mengtian's room.

He pushed the door open to greet her, only to see Song Mengtian with her pants off, striking a pose at Wu Song seductively.

Wu Song coughed to remind her that there was someone behind him.

Song Mengtian froze for a moment, then saw Xue Qingyao behind Wu Song and quickly got up awkwardly, pulled over a blanket to cover her legs, and pretended to be calm as she greeted, "Aunt Xue, you're here too? Is Yuyan okay?"

Xue Qingyao pretended not to notice Song Mengtian's situation just now, nodded with a smile, "Yuyan is fine, really thanks to you, Tian Tian. If it weren't for you, Yuyan would still be lying in bed now, and I would be continuously worried."

Song Mengtian smiled, "Aunt Xue, no need to be so courteous. We're like sisters; it's what I should do."

Xue Qingyao nodded and smiled, "Where is your scar? I have one too; let Wu Song fix both of us, shall we?"

Song Mengtian looked at Wu Song and knew he had told Xue Qingyao, so she nodded and said, "Mine is on my thigh. I'm not sure how Wu Song plans to handle it."

Then she looked at Wu Song, "How will you handle this scar?"

Wu Song glanced at Xue Qingyao and smiled, "It's not too difficult, actually. Just applying some ointment will do."

"Is it really that simple?" Both Xue Qingyao and Song Mengtian looked at Wu Song.

Wu Song nodded, "It's really that simple."

Xue Qingyao and Song Mengtian exchanged a glance.

They both laughed.

Xue Qingyao laughed, "I thought it was going to be a big project."

She recalled the scene of Wu Song treating Su Yuyan.

Song Mengtian also thought of her previous treatment.

In retrospect, it seemed they were overthinking it.

"Can you write us a prescription? Is there anything special about it?" Xue Qingyao understood a bit about traditional medicine, since she's a martial artist, and training makes you more familiar with the human body — things like meridians and acupuncture points, which have some crossover with traditional medicine.

Many martial artists are experts in traditional medicine.

So Xue Qingyao knew that traditional medicine prescribes different formulas depending on the individual's condition.

Even if two people have the same issue.

Prescriptions could vary due to differences in weight and constitution.

Wu Song smiled and said, "Even though your constitutions are slightly different, the scar removal ointment has minimal requirements concerning constitution and physical condition. There's nothing special about it. It can even be mass-produced."

Mass-produced?

Song Mengtian glanced at Xue Qingyao.

Xue Qingyao's eyes brightened.

"Can it really be mass-produced? And the effects are the same?" Xue Qingyao asked Wu Song excitedly.

The Modu Su Family, with assets worth billions.

The group dabbles in various industries.

One of which is a pharmaceutical company.

They produce both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine.

If Wu Song's prescription is miraculous and can be mass-produced, it would be something that pharmaceutical companies would eagerly compete for.

Wu Song smiled, "You'll know once you try it."

"Okay, now quickly write the prescription; I'll have someone get the medicine," Xue Qingyao impatiently urged Wu Song.

Wu Song didn't waste time, asked Xue Qingyao to get paper and pen, and then wrote a prescription.

Xue Qingyao took the prescription and had someone get the medicine.

Then the three of them chatted while waiting.

They didn't wait long before the medicine was brought back.

Alongside, they also brought the equipment Wu Song needed to make the ointment.

Looking at the pile of things before them,

Xue Qingyao and Song Mengtian were a bit confused, as they were entirely clueless.

"What are you up to?"

The two women both looked at Wu Song curiously.

Wu Song smiled, "Making scar removal ointment for you."

After Wu Song said that, he began preparing the ingredients and making the ointment in front of them.

The two women watched in amazement until the ointment was made right before their eyes, and they wore expressions of astonishment.

"Is this even possible?"

Xue Qingyao and Song Mengtian both exclaimed in admiration and disdain.

Wu Song smiled, looking at Song Mengtian and Xue Qingyao, "Which one of you wants to go first?"

The two women exchanged a glance, both saying the other should go first.

Xue Qingyao eventually shook her head with a smile, "I'll go back to my room and wait; you can take care of Tian Tian first. After all, this ointment is mainly for her; I'm just tagging along."

After Xue Qingyao finished speaking, she got up and left without waiting for Song Mengtian to refuse.

Of course, another important reason is that her scar's location is quite special.

Wu Song watched as Xue Qingyao left, not mentioning the special location of her scar, and then turned to Song Mengtian, "Come on, I'll apply it for you first."

Song Mengtian no longer hesitated, smiling and nodding, lifting the blanket to reveal her slender legs. However, there were several scars on her fair thighs, marring the beauty.

Wu Song gazed at the fair thighs, reached out his hand, immediately feeling the smooth, tender sensation, making him reluctant to let go.

Song Mengtian felt a tingling sensation from his touch, and her eyes also became a bit dreamy. She didn't urge Wu Song to quickly apply the ointment, instead allowing his big hand to glide deeper along her thigh.

Because the touch truly felt delightful.

Wu Song's hand reached her undergarment, tightly hugging her thigh's root, with a bulge outlined in the middle. Despite having seen the mystery inside more than once, he still felt a rush of warmth and eagerly reached out to touch.