The Young Doctor with His Harems

"Him?"

Li Jingshu sneered, full of disdain.

She often had headaches, an old problem. She had seen a doctor about it, who said it was due to fatigue and partly a constitution issue, and it couldn't be cured quickly, requiring a change in lifestyle.

How could this kid possibly cure her!

But then again, wasn't this the perfect chance to expose this little liar?

Let Sister Yulan see his true colors!

"Alright! Let him try, I want to see if he dares!" Li Jingshu shouted, full of provocation.

Xiaobei, can he do it?

He Yulan suddenly felt a bit uneasy. Xiaobei was skilled, but what if he couldn't cure Jingshu's problem? After all, he'd only studied with that old doctor for two years, surely he couldn't have learned that much!

If he couldn't cure it, Jingshu would never let him treat her again!

"What's there to be afraid of!"

At this moment, Xia Bei scoffed.

He Yulan heard this, feeling a bit reassured. With Xiaobei speaking like this, he probably had confidence. "Then... Xiaobei, give Jingshu a try. But speak gently; Jingshu is just worried about me, she doesn't mean to look down on you."

"Got it, Aunt Yulan!"

Xia Bei nodded but still didn't look kindly at Li Jingshu. He gestured to the dining table, indicating for her to sit.

"Hmph!"

Li Jingshu glared, stomped over, and sat down. "How do you think you'll do it? Let me see how you act. You can't fool me! All those years of study weren't for nothing."

Xia Bei frowned but ignored her, walked over, and sat across from her, instructing her to stretch out her hand and then placed his fingers on her wrist.

"Taking my pulse? Do you even know? This skill takes years to learn!"

Li Jingshu sneered.

"Can you shut up?"

Xia Bei responded rudely.

"You..."

Li Jingshu's beautiful eyes widened, rage almost exploding, her proud chest heaving fiercely.

"What about me, I'm taking your pulse. How can I if you don't stay quiet!" Xia Bei countered directly.

"Fine! I won't talk, let's see how you treat me!"

Li Jingshu laughed out of extreme anger, stopped talking, and watched him coldly, eager to see how this little fraud would keep performing.

After a while of checking the pulse, Xia Bei withdrew his hand.

"Take off your shoes!"

Xia Bei stood and commanded abruptly.

"Take off my shoes... Why?" Li Jingshu's face was full of confusion.

Even He Yulan beside her was a bit bewildered. Wasn't Jingshu's problem with her head? Why take off her shoes?

"To treat you! Haven't you heard? Treat headaches from the feet!"

Xia Bei said nonchalantly, crouched down, and grabbed her ankle.

"Ah!"

As soon as he touched her, Li Jingshu flinched, instinctively resisted, trying to pull away. But that hand was strong, firmly holding her, and with a swift motion, he removed her shoe and pulled off her sock.

That big hand just grabbed her foot.

Instantly, a strong sense of shame and disgust surged within her.

It wasn't a sensitive area, but for her, being touched like this by a stranger was utterly unacceptable.

"What are you doing! Let go!"

She screamed, struggling continuously, trying to kick at him.

"Don't move!"

Xia Bei commanded sternly, a bit impatiently, securing her foot, lifting it to face him, and pressing his fingers on the sole.

She was young and pretty, even her foot was white and flawless, delicate, without any unpleasant odors. When his fingers touched it, it was smooth and soft, very pleasant.

But Xia Bei wasn't in the mood to enjoy it, deliberately being a bit rough, finding the acupuncture point, then pressing hard to infuse it with Yang Qi.

"It hurts! It hurts a lot!"

Li Jingshu initially twitched, crying out in pain, clinging to the table beside her, "What are you doing! You're hurting me! It really hurts, Sister Yulan! This bastard, he's taking revenge on me!"

He Yulan, watching nearby, was at a loss about whom to help.

Judging by Jingshu's expression, it really hurt; even her face turned a bit pale. Could Xiaobei actually be taking revenge?

"Who's taking revenge? I'm giving you a massage, stimulating the acupuncture point. It's your body that's weak and can't take it, yet you blame me?" Xia Bei retorted irritably.

"You're lying, you're doing it on purpose, taking revenge! What massage, it's just reckless pressing! Ah! It hurts! It's burning! It's burning me! Stop it, let me go, sob! It hurts so much!"

Li Jingshu cursed through gritted teeth, but then her foot erupted in sharp pain and suddenly felt very hot, like a heated drill boring into her sole, it was both painful and burning, utterly uncomfortable.

She struggled a few more times, still couldn't break free, and found cursing useless, eventually crying out loud, tears falling plentifully.

Xia Bei was a bit taken aback, having thought she was proud with a strong personality, unexpected to be this fragile, crying from a few presses to her foot, instantly venting much of his inner anger.

But he wasn't doing it on purpose. To cure her illness, it had to be pressed like this to improve her constitution.

He maintained a cold demeanor and continued pressing and rubbing.

But in Li Jingshu's eyes, it was intentional, meant to torture her. She struggled, cried, cursed, and then gradually stopped crying, glaring at him through gritted teeth, not wanting to let him get the satisfaction.

Yet, with his large hand pressing on her foot, waves of warmth entered her body, making her entire body feel warm, gradually easing the pain and bringing a bit of comfort.

Her whole body felt lighter, more energized, something she found unbelievable. Could this guy really have medical skills as Sister Yulan said, so miraculous?

She began to waver but refused to admit it, staying silent until the comfort in her body intensified, and waves of intense pleasure surged from her foot, making her unable to hold back, opening her red lips, emitting an alluring, enchanting moan...