The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

What?

Song Mengtian and Cao Xin almost simultaneously turned pale with shock.

Even the burly driver almost couldn't maintain his composure.

Song Mengtian was even quicker than Cao Xin to shout, "Wu Song, don't talk nonsense! Apologize to the director quickly!"

After all, what Wu Song said was too outrageous and seemed to insult Cao Xin.

She even felt that what Wu Song said was nonsense.

The main purpose was just to disgust Cao Xin.

It wasn't really to check Cao Xin's health.

Because she had never heard of such an illness before.

But Wu Song just smiled faintly and said, "Tiantian, don't be so agitated. Stay calm."

Song Mengtian was at a loss whether to cry or laugh. Of course she wanted to stay calm.

But at this moment, she was worried about Wu Song, as concern breeds confusion, she couldn't stay calm and began explaining to Cao Xin, "Director, sometimes Wu Song likes to talk nonsense. When you met him for the first time today, you saw it yourself. What he said just now was definitely a joke, though a bit over the top."

However, Cao Xin didn't pay any attention to Song Mengtian.

Instead, she quietly stared at Wu Song, her bright eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. She even unconsciously pressed her long legs together, but Song Mengtian did not notice these abnormalities.

It was apparent how anxious and worried she was about Wu Song.

Wu Song just smiled faintly, quietly watching Cao Xin.

Cao Xin secretly took a deep breath and pretended to speak casually, "How did you diagnose?"

Hmm?

Song Mengtian was stunned, looking at Cao Xin.

What does it mean?

Could it be that Director Cao's reaction means Wu Song was right?

How is that possible?

How could Cao Xin have such an illness?

But thinking about her own condition, it was also quite embarrassing.

Even though Cao Xin was high and mighty, usually dignified and imposing, it didn't stop her from having a hidden illness.

After some random thoughts, Song Mengtian calmed down, realizing that Wu Song's medical skills were very impressive, and he was not one to talk nonsense.

Although he liked to joke sometimes.

But in terms of medicine, he had never disappointed Song Mengtian.

Indeed, after Cao Xin finished speaking, Wu Song smiled faintly and said, "Observation, smelling, questioning, and palpation, any method can judge if a patient is sick or not."

"There is no need for expensive equipment, not even pulse checking."

Wu Song's words once again rendered Cao Xin silent.

Song Mengtian was also at a loss for words, ultimately choosing to remain silent.

Cao Xin's breathing became secretly rapid, but she tried hard to maintain a casual calmness.

She even suddenly pulled out a cigarette, flicked it alight with a crack, and began smoking inside the car.

Song Mengtian remained silent, not daring to make a sound.

She knew that once Cao Xin smoked like this, it meant her mood was unstable, and she was faced with a difficult decision.

Evidently, Wu Song was right about Cao Xin's condition.

Cao Xin felt a bit regretful, wishing she hadn't let Wu Song talk about her symptoms in the car.

Her symptoms were so unusual that she hadn't heard of them herself, so how could she believe Wu Song could find out?

She just thought Wu Song couldn't possibly notice it, which is why she asked boldly for him to diagnose her condition.

Now it was awkward.

The atmosphere in the car was somewhat oppressive and silent for a moment.

Everyone remained silent.

And it was best not to speak.

Wu Song wasn't in a hurry either, leaning comfortably against the seat, smelling the faint tobacco scent along with the scents of Cao Xin and Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian's scent was sweet yet rich, after being thoroughly explored by Wu Song, she was now in a state of mature femininity.

While Cao Xin's scent, in addition to a woman's, carried a sense of restlessness and hotness.

But Cao Xin's special status compelled her to suppress these things.

Over time, significant problems emerged from the repression.

The body accumulated more and more heat, along with the habit of drinking to drown her sorrows and staying up late, causing her false fire to become exceptionally strong, yet unable to be released, only to accumulate inside.

In time.

It accumulated into a disease.

Wu Song didn't explain further.

Cao Xin also wasn't in a hurry to have Wu Song explain.

The situation at the time wasn't too convenient.

Luckily, the car hadn't sped too far and soon returned to the Jiangdong City Security Bureau branch.

"Wu Song, come to my office," ordered Cao Xin, striding into the division without looking back.

The driver drove the car back to the garage.

Song Mengtian greeted Wu Song and went to her own office.

While Wu Song followed Cao Xin towards her office.

With long legs and exuding dominance, Cao Xin walked briskly, her legs striding with stunning force, as if stepping on one's heart.

Her round bottom tightened and relaxed repeatedly with her movement.

Undoubtedly an hourglass figure.

A standard nine-head body.

Definitely of supermodel caliber.

The height of that bottom didn't need to be raised for Wu Song to easily enter from behind.

A perfect piece.

Wu Song's crotch stirred restlessly.

The urge was intense.

Cao Xin finally reached her office. Suddenly turning back, she met Wu Song's gaze. The heat inside her body and current embarrassment surged but she forcibly suppressed it, yet her breathing became uncontrollably rapid, her large chest almost bursting through her uniform, biting her teeth, she asked Wu Song in a low voice, "Is it nice to look at?"

Wu Song, looking at Cao Xin's struggling but fiery eyes, smiled gently, "Very nice. Director Cao's figure is amazing."

Cao Xin's breathing suddenly quickened, nearly exploding. How long had it been since a man dared speak to her this way?

Wu Song was simply too presumptuous.

Too bold!

She squinted her eyes, strands of anger almost bursting forth, gritting her teeth, she growled quietly, "Do you think I can't handle you?"

Wu Song chuckled lightly, glancing at Cao Xin's attractive face, not at all flustered, but rather softly said, "Director Cao, let's not get so agitated. There will be plenty of opportunities for you to deal with me later. I'm just afraid you might not be able to handle it."

Cao Xin's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly turned, slamming her office door open, marching in with strides, without looking back shouted, "Come in!"

Wu Song wasn't flustered at all, following behind Cao Xin's swaying hips with a cheerful smile.

The office was broad and spacious.

Aside from the desk and file cabinet, there was a rest bed.

Cao Xin walked towards her desk.

But Wu Song said, "Director Cao, better not go there; it's more suitable on the bed."

Cao Xin's steps halted, glaring back at Wu Song, "What do you mean? Do you think I won't handle you because I appreciate your talent?"

Wu Song was very mindful, sitting down at the edge of the bed, saying, "Director Cao, can't we have some normal thoughts in our heads? I meant on the bed, not in bed. Wouldn't it be more convenient and comfortable to lie down on the bed?"

Cao Xin's expression instantly became somewhat stiff, but she was indeed a woman capable of being a director, her expression quickly softened, yet she still maintained the director's authority, asking, "Should I lie down or sit down?"

Wu Song slightly smiled and said, "Of course, lie down, and you'll also need to take off all your clothes."