Song Yan was barely holding up her sickly body, the symptoms of angina pectoris becoming more pronounced. She was dizzy, disoriented, and didn't even register that Song Xiangyu was commenting on her alluring figure.
But when she unexpectedly saw Song Xiangyu, dripping wet and clad in an outfit so revealing it was as if she wore nothing at all, emerging from the outdoor pool and about to latch onto Chen Xiao's other arm, Song Yan became instantly wary. With a surge of strength she didn't know she possessed, she shoved the unsuspecting Song Xiangyu back several steps. With a pleading expression, she said:
"Aunt, I... I am ill, and very seriously so. I urgently need... I urgently need Doctor Chen's miraculous healing touch. I hope... I hope you can be accommodating."
"You dare to fight me for him even now?"
Song Xiangyu nearly stumbled into the outdoor pool behind her. Enraged, she moved to forcefully push aside the frail Song Yan beside Chen Xiao.
She had trained in martial arts under the coercion of Song Wanliang since childhood, her formidable combat prowess not much weaker than Ye Qingtian's. In her fury, her body erupted with surging internal energy, like a suddenly activated female weapon of mass destruction.
Chen Xiao had anticipated this and swiftly moved to shield Song Yan behind him, saying:
"Don't be in a hurry! Even at the hospital, there's a queue for appointments. Don't worry, I'm in a good mood today. Once I've stabilized your niece's condition, I'll definitely help you achieve infinite growth."
He certainly hadn't forgotten Song Xiangyu's repeated humiliations. The reason he offered to make Song Xiangyu's wine cup as large as a sea bowl was to make her wary, to prevent her from causing trouble, and thus to allow him to focus on massaging Song Yan with peace of mind.
"Doctor Chen, are you planning to have it all? How naughty! But... I really like it!"
Song Xiangyu smiled charmingly again, the surging internal energy dissipating into nothingness. She then casually threw on a pure white towel that barely covered her ample thighs and flat chest, before swaying her voluptuous hips invitingly and beckoning Chen Xiao upstairs. However, when she occasionally glanced at the weak Song Yan, her beautiful eyes were filled with obvious hostility.
In a luxuriously spacious bedroom on the second floor, after Song Yan, supported by Chen Xiao, had managed to lie down on the bed, she saw Song Xiangyu directly seductively sit by the bedside. Both annoyed and ashamed, she said sullenly:
"Aunt, could you please excuse us for a moment?"
Song Yan had always been strong-willed. Even though she had sensed she was gravely ill before her first encounter with Chen Xiao, she had never shown any sign of weakness in front of others, especially not in front of Song Xiangyu, who was always at odds with her. She had always pretended to be strong.
It was precisely because of this that Song Xiangyu now assumed Song Yan's illness was likely feigned, her intention being to trap Chen Xiao, just like herself. Without hesitation, she shook her head and said:
"It's just treating an illness, not making love. What's there to excuse? Besides, haven't you always claimed your relationship with Doctor Chen is pure and untainted? If that's the case, then as your aunt, I absolutely cannot excuse myself. Otherwise, it would be suspicious, a man and a woman alone. Trying to explain it to the Old Master and my brother later would be deceiving yourselves."
As she spoke, she sensually reclined beside Song Yan, her enchanting eyes, capable of soul-snatching, continuously flashing at Chen Xiao.
"You..."
Song Yan looked at Song Xiangyu, who was posing seductively and winking flirtatiously beside her pillow, and almost fainted from anger on the spot.
By the bedside, Chen Xiao faced both Song Yan and Song Xiangyu. Especially Song Xiangyu, whose words and actions were even bolder and more shameless than Song Nuan's, felt as if he had wandered into a boundless and alluring spider's den. His breathing quickened, and he didn't know where to put his eyes or hands.
But the urgent matter was to alleviate Song Yan's pain. He could only suppress his discomfort, pretend to be calm, and comfort Song Yan, his tone rather exasperated:
"Miss Song, your aunt is also considering your reputation as a woman. Just listen to her! Besides, with her present, it saves me from having to find something to cover my eyes."
"I..."
Song Yan was speechless, on the verge of tears. With her conservative nature, allowing Chen Xiao to give her a massage was already the limit of her psychological endurance, let alone doing so in front of another person.
But the problem was, she could clearly feel her condition worsening rapidly. If she didn't receive Chen Xiao's massage soon, she would faint on the spot. Moreover, Song Kaichao and Song Wanliang felt like invisible death knells, unsettling her mind while leaving her with no other choice.
After much hesitation, she gritted her teeth and softly said to Chen Xiao:
"Then... I'll have to trouble you."
As she spoke, she lying in front of Chen Xiao, forcibly closed her eyes tightly.
"Mm!"
Chen Xiao nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and began to massage Song Yan. The mysterious, wordless golden prescription in his mind rapidly circulated.
"Ah..."
Song Yan felt Chen Xiao's hands on her body, one as cold as ice, the other as hot as fire. Even though it wasn't the first time she had received Chen Xiao's massage, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry. But thinking of Song Xiangyu lying beside her, she shamefully bit her tongue and teeth to endure it.
"You... you guys..."
Song Xiangyu, who had been flashing charming glances at Chen Xiao just a moment ago, was stunned and petrified.
Even seeing it with her own eyes, she found it hard to believe that Song Yan would agree to Chen Xiao's massage. After a long pause, she couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief:
"Are you... are you really just treating an illness..."
Chen Xiao had to control the mysterious, wordless golden prescription in his mind to circulate rapidly while enduring the invisible torment of his physical strength being rapidly consumed by the Yin-Yang Strange Hand technique. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. He no longer had the energy to exchange pleasantries with Song Xiangyu. Without waiting for Song Xiangyu to finish speaking, he couldn't help but frown and say:
"If you don't want to be flat-chested forever, shut up immediately!"
"You..."
Song Xiangyu was choked with anger, almost unable to resist getting up. Her alluring face instantly turned cold. But realizing that if she fell out with Chen Xiao now, she would not only lose the opportunity to win him over but might also remain flat-chested for life, as Chen Xiao had said. Out of desperation, she forced herself to lie stiffly beside them, motionless, thinking:
"Chen Xiao, Chen Xiao, keep being arrogant. When I completely win you over later, I'll see if you can still be so presumptuous!"
Without Song Xiangyu's interference, Chen Xiao became even more engrossed in massaging Song Yan.
Soon, Song Yan's pale face gradually regained its rosy hue, but Chen Xiao's complexion grew paler, and the cold sweat on his forehead increased.
Finally, when the Yin-Yang Strange Hand technique was completed, Song Yan joyfully discovered that she no longer felt any discomfort throughout her body. Instead, she felt a long-lost sense of ease. Overjoyed, she no longer cared about her shyness and instinctively opened her bright eyes, saying gratefully to Chen Xiao:
"Doctor Chen, your massage is truly, truly magical. I feel all better now. Thank..."
However, before Song Yan could finish speaking, Chen Xiao, his vision gone black, collapsed into her disheveled embrace.
"Ah!"
Song Yan cried out in shock and fear, simultaneously scrambling to sit up and help him.
But Chen Xiao was completely exhausted at this point, unable to muster any strength, on the verge of losing consciousness. With Song Yan's strength, she couldn't move him at all.
Fortunately, Song Xiangyu, who was nearby, also noticed Chen Xiao's abnormal state and quickly helped.
With their clumsy tugging, Chen Xiao soon lay sprawled on the bed, saying weakly:
"I need to rest. You two do whatever you need to do, even fight each other. In short, don't disturb me."
"I..."
Song Yan, flustered, was about to wipe the sweat from Chen Xiao's forehead when she was suddenly rendered speechless by his words. She could only look at Chen Xiao anxiously, her heart filled with worry.
Song Xiangyu couldn't fathom why Chen Xiao would be so exhausted after just one massage for Song Yan. Her expression was filled with frustration. She thought:
"He's so tired after just touching Yan Yan a few times? How weak must he be? No wonder the people I arranged to secretly investigate him said with disdain that he's a good-for-nothing except for his looks!"
Despite her frustration, Song Xiangyu didn't truly want to tie Chen Xiao down as her man. She was merely interested in his incredible medical skills and miraculous talismans. Her attempts to be seductive were, frankly, just a habit of competing and vying with her sisters, Song Yan and Song Nuan.
Seeing Song Yan kneeling blankly beside Chen Xiao, she frowned and urged without hesitation:
"Yan Yan, why are you still standing there foolishly? Didn't you hear Doctor Chen say he needs to rest? Hurry and go!"
As she spoke, she was already the first to get out of bed and leave.
"But..."
Song Yan hesitated to speak, her expression filled with worry for Chen Xiao. After a slight pause, she nervously got out of bed and left, looking back repeatedly with reluctance and deep concern. Just as she stepped out, she couldn't resist cautiously turning back and saying:
"Chen... Doctor Chen, your great kindness... is beyond words. You... you should rest first."
At this moment, her illness was under control, but her heart was even more conflicted. She had to clarify the misunderstanding between herself and Chen Xiao to Song Kaichao and Song Wanliang, and she also had to take care of Chen Xiao, who was lying in bed.
However, Song Xiangyu, who was currently in the living room talking on the phone with Song Kaichao, was making the choice for her.
"Old Master, please don't worry. Yan Yan is with me right now. Not only do I guarantee she's unharmed, but I also guarantee she'll see you immediately! What? Let her take the call? Okay, no problem!"
Saying this, Song Xiangyu generously handed the phone to Song Yan and deliberately put it on silent mode, saying solemnly:
"It's a call from the Old Master. Hurry and answer it, then go see him with peace of mind. With your intelligence, it will be easy to get him to stop making things difficult for Chen Xiao. And rest assured, since Chen Xiao can cure my flat chest, I will never allow anyone to harm him, including my brother!"