Top-tier Unruly Master

"Thank you..." Lin Yanxi's cheeks were somewhat flushed, her jade feet had been in the hands of a stranger for so long, and although she understood he was treating her, she still felt somewhat uneasy.

After all, within this confined space, such a scene seemed too intimate.

"I have only restrained the hidden ailment in your body for now. If you don't treat your current condition, the pain like just before will become more intense each time," Ding Fan said honestly.

A bitter smile crossed Lin Yanxi's face. She raised her eyes to the window, her beautiful gaze tinged with sorrow. "Mine is a heart disease, I've already seen many psychologists, but they have no way to deal with my condition; I can't walk out of it myself, and they can't help..."

Perhaps because Ding Fan had helped her withstand the pain, she spoke more than usual.

Lin Yanxi had a perfect profile, her clear eyes were as moving as a pond of autumn water... The hidden sorrow in her expression stirred one's compassion.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have faced tragic fates.

Looking at Lin Yanxi, Ding Fan seemed to see Zhou Ruoran. After some thought, he decided to help her with her treatment. It was only a matter of lifting a hand, just for all lovers in pain.

"I can cure your illness," Ding Fan said calmly.

Lin Yanxi shifted her gaze from the rainy scene outside the car, looked at Ding Fan with some suspicion. "Are you also an expert in psychology?"

Lin Yanxi and Ding Fan were sitting very close; when Lin Yanxi looked at him, Ding Fan also felt the captivating power of her presence.

The virgin scent delicate as musk, her beautiful and charming face... Lin Yanxi gently raised her right hand to brush a strand of hair from her forehead, a movement too enchanting to simply describe as coquettish...

Ding Fan felt that at this moment, any other man in his position would be completely mesmerized by Lin Yanxi's allure.

Although Ding Fan was not a lascivious person, he still had an appreciation for beauty.

Seeing Ding Fan's admiring gaze, Lin Yanxi furrowed her brows slightly and then gently coughed.

Ding Fan also felt somewhat embarrassed, he composed himself before speaking. "Psychology can't cure your illness, and besides, I don't understand it. However, I have a method that can treat your condition."

Psychologists, as Ding Fan had heard, used conversation to guide patients to vent their inner frustrations.

But to treat Lin Yanxi's illness, the method used by psychologists was clearly impractical; Lin Yanxi had shut herself off in her own world, making it difficult for psychologists to even enter it, let alone cure her.

Lin Yanxi looked at Ding Fan.

Others did not know the pain of her illness, but she knew it well—unable to sleep every night, feeling as though even on sunny days the sky was oppressively overcast, making it hard to breathe. Such suffering made her feel life was worse than death!

If she could get better, who would choose to suffer? Lin Yanxi had sought out many people to look at her condition before, but for some reason being in contact with strangers, including psychologists, was inherently repellent to her.

Now, Ding Fan said he could heal her.

If she hadn't seen with her own eyes how Ding Fan healed Lin Zhanting's body in less than half an hour, and how he forced the poison out of the Muscular Man with just a few needles, she might not have believed Ding Fan's words.

"If you think it's possible, you can give it a try. If you can cure it, I can give you anything... I've had enough of living like this," Lin Yanxi said faintly, looking out at the curtain of rain outside the car window.

"As long as you can cooperate with me, your illness isn't a problem," Ding Fan said.

So-called depression is caused by the obstruction of qi and blood; from the perspective of cultivation, it was long-term exposure to miasma that had eroded the internal organs. As long as these toxins were expelled, Lin Yanxi's illness would start to improve.

Lin Yanxi heard Ding Fan say she needed to cooperate, she smiled faintly. "Talking therapy doesn't work for me."

Hearing Lin Yanxi's words, Ding Fan knew she might have misunderstood him. "I don't require your mental cooperation; when I treat you, you simply need to comply unconditionally. It doesn't really matter if you are asleep or awake during the treatment."

Lin Yanxi was startled by Ding Fan's words. She had encountered many psychologists before, but none who treated patients this way.

Every psychologist she had met had tried every possible way to draw out her emotions.

"Whatever you say," Lin Yanxi responded without further discussion, simply uttering that phrase.

At this moment, the rain outside gradually lessened. Lin Yanxi called a towing service, and soon someone came to tow away her broken-down car. Lin Yanxi and Ding Fan then casually hailed a taxi to return to the Lin Family's villa.

By the time Ding Fan and Lin Yanxi returned to the villa, Lin Zhanting had already eaten and gone to sleep. As his body was still recovering, Ding Fan did not intend to disturb him.

By now, Lin Qingqing had already prepared a room for Ding Fan. Ding Fan's room was on the ground floor, in a sun-facing room that had clearly been attentively cleaned and arranged. Ding Fan was quite satisfied with his accommodations.

Afterwards, Ding Fan had Lin Yanxi stay at the villa as well. Lin Yanxi was also one of his patients; since one ox was driven there, and two would be herded, he simply decided to treat both Lin Zhanting and Lin Yanxi together.

When Lin Qingqing learned of Ding Fan's intentions, she expressed her gratitude profusely.

For the past two years, Lin Yanxi had been depressed with few social contacts. In an effort to treat her condition, Lin Qingqing had sought the help of numerous experts, but to no avail. Recently, Lin Qingqing had used the excuse that Lin Zhanting was ill and needed help at the company to get Lin Yanxi out of the house.

When Lin Qingqing sent Lin Yanxi to the airport to pick up Ding Fan, she had hoped that Ding Fan would be able to treat Lin Yanxi's illness. Now that Ding Fan had offered his medical services, naturally, Lin Qingqing was overjoyed.

Lin Yanxi herself had no objections to staying. To her, any place she lived in was just another cage, and she didn't care much either way.

The Lin Family's villa was very spacious, with plenty of rooms, so accommodating another person like Lin Yanxi was not an issue.

While Lin Qingqing busied herself arranging a room for Lin Yanxi, Ding Fan didn't linger and returned to his own room.

Lin Zhanting was still very weak. Ding Fan wanted to use this time to refine some Medicine Pills to aid in his recovery. Faster recuperation for Lin Zhanting's health would depend on it.

At this point, Ding Fan found himself wishing for an alchemy furnace more than ever. Back when he was in Dongcheng, he had planned to acquire a furnace for Pill Refinement, but after the incident with Qi Siyuan, he was no longer able to stay in Dongcheng.

Now, Ding Fan thought that, as soon as he had the time, he would visit the antique market in Honggang City to have a look around. There might be discoveries to be made, although that was still uncertain.

Engrossed in alchemy, Ding Fan lost track of time until he finally slowly opened his eyes. During this period, he had been left undisturbed, which he assumed must have been due to Lin Qingqing's specific instructions to her staff to minimize interruptions.

Feeling hungry, Ding Fan walked out of his room and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already past eight in the evening.

When Ding Fan had arrived, it had been after four. Without realizing it, a considerable amount of time had elapsed.

Ding Fan headed to the kitchen and saw some food left on the kitchen table, clearly saved for him. He didn't stand on ceremony and ate all the food.

As Ding Fan was eating, there were footsteps coming from the living room.

Apart from Lin Zhanting, Ding Fan, and Lin Yanxi, there was also a housekeeper in the house, who had been taking care of Lin Zhanting in his room. Judging by the direction of the sound, it seemed to be Lin Yanxi.

Although he knew it was Lin Yanxi, Ding Fan was still taken aback when she walked from the living room into the kitchen.

At that moment, Lin Yanxi, with her graceful figure, was wrapped in a towel from her chest down, and her shapely jade-like legs shone brilliantly… It was clear she had just bathed.

Worse yet, the patch of snow-white at Lin Yanxi's chest was so dazzling that even Ding Fan felt his eyes blur.

Lin Yanxi had not expected to see Ding Fan there and cried out in surprise.

Now, with nothing but a towel on, facing a man in such a state, how could she not panic?

Her first instinct was to flee, but in her haste, she became more flustered. As she turned to leave, her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, tumbling to the ground in a very awkward position.

Although Lin Yanxi managed to clutch at the towel wrapped around her as she fell, her back was almost fully exposed after the tumble…

Ding Fan felt rather embarrassed by the situation. Not knowing quite what to do, he pretended to see nothing and kept his head down, continuing to eat rice.

In the current circumstances, it seemed best to let Lin Yanxi get up and return to her room by herself.

However, things didn't go as Ding Fan had anticipated. Instead of getting up, Lin Yanxi began to groan in discomfort.

When Ding Fan looked up, he saw that Lin Yanxi's ankle was twisted. Sitting on the floor, she tried to move a few times but couldn't stand up.

If Ding Fan did not intervene now, it really would be too much.

He stood up and immediately picked Lin Yanxi up into his arms. With a clear conscience, simply offering help, he felt no need to be overly formal.

And as Lin Yanxi was held in Ding Fan's arms, her cheeks flushed red once more.

She looked like a ripened apple…