Hearing Yang Feilong’s question, Ouyang Yixue blushed slightly and said, "Well, I feel like something about me is a bit unusual."
"Unusual? That shouldn't be!" Yang Feilong frowned. "Although I did mention there might be a possibility of recurrence, the chance was quite low."
"I'm not lying to you, my chest has gotten much bigger these past two days," Ouyang Yixue said, lowering her head and her face turning crimson.
"..." Yang Feilong rubbed his nose and forced a wry smile. "I forgot to tell you before, the treatment I gave you does have some side effects."
"Ah? There are side effects?" Ouyang Yixue was stunned, her face paling. "Is it a serious problem?"
"This problem isn't considered very serious, it really depends on personal preference. It makes girls' chests grow larger, so your previous underwear will feel tight and you'll need to get new ones," Yang Feilong said calmly. In reality, he hadn't known about this side effect before, but he understood many medical principles. He had used his true qi for the treatment, which would enhance cell vitality. Ouyang Yixue wasn't very old and still had the potential for further development. However, with Yang Feilong's true qi stimulating her, her chest seemed to have been reborn, and further development was a perfectly natural outcome.
Hearing Yang Feilong's explanation, Ouyang Yixue's face became as red as if it were about to bleed.
So this was the side effect.
Her chest, which was previously around a C cup, was now showing signs of heading towards a D cup.
"Can you give me a follow-up examination today? I hope to fully recover as soon as possible," Ouyang Yixue said, her head bowed and fiddling with the hem of her clothes.
Although Yang Feilong might not be older than her, she couldn't remain calm around him. It wasn't just because Yang Feilong was her teacher, but more so because she had been having dreams for the past few nights. The scenes in her dreams were chaotic, with Yang Feilong as the male protagonist, which resulted in her having to wash her sheets every day and being teased by her dorm mates.
She had been afraid to come to Yang Feilong again, but she found herself here, almost as if compelled. Of course, she couldn't honestly answer whether it was due to her physical condition or not, but she used that reason to convince herself.
In reality, Yang Feilong was quite confident. He believed there shouldn't be any problems even without a follow-up examination.
He had said that originally to be absolutely sure, in case any cancer cells had spread that he hadn't detected at the time.
"Alright, I'll give you a follow-up examination then," Yang Feilong nodded.
However, before he could finish speaking, Ouyang Yixue had already walked into the bedroom and started undressing.
Once one has done something for the first time, the second time becomes much easier. This was perfectly demonstrated by Ouyang Yixue.
Yang Feilong turned his head and was stunned to see Ouyang Yixue removing her upper garments. The rising and falling expanse of snow-white flesh almost made his nose bleed: "..."
"Teacher Yang, I'm ready, you can come in now!" Ouyang Yixue said, her eyes closed and her face flushed as she lay on the bed.
Yang Feilong hesitated to speak. He really wanted to say, "It's just a follow-up examination. If there are no problems, no treatment is needed. Is it appropriate for you to undress without asking me?"
When he examined patients, he mainly used the 'observation' technique from the four diagnostic methods. If observation couldn't reveal the problem, he would then use his divine sense to probe deeper.
This didn't require undressing. Of course, undressing would yield better results and a clearer examination, as more obstructions would make the examination more difficult.
But after a moment's thought, he decided against it.
He was worried that if he said anything, Ouyang Yixue would be so embarrassed she'd want to disappear into the ground.
Besides, since she had already undressed, he would just make sure to examine her thoroughly and prevent such situations from happening again.
After all, for someone in his physically prime, such things were too much of a test of his endurance. It was mental torture and physical torment.
After a thorough examination.
Yang Feilong said, "Alright, you can put your clothes back on. I've examined you, and there are no signs of recurrence. You can rest assured from now on."
"Teacher Yang, can you give me another treatment? Otherwise, I'll always worry about it recurring!" Ouyang Yixue secretly opened her eyes and said in a low voice, looking at Yang Feilong with a blush.
Yang Feilong: "..."
For someone who had suffered from a serious illness, such thoughts were completely normal!
Therefore, Yang Feilong understood Ouyang Yixue's worries and concerns.
To put her mind at ease, Yang Feilong gave her another massage using his massage technique. While massaging, he observed Ouyang Yixue. She had her eyes closed, and her expression seemed to be one of enjoyment.
Noticing this, a strange thought crossed Yang Feilong's mind: "Could she have become addicted to this feeling?"
After a moment's thought, he felt it was very possible.
It wasn't him boasting; his massage technique was a secret art. According to his master, it was created by a skilled physician and contained certain principles of heaven and earth. Regularly using this secret massage technique could greatly enhance a person's resistance.
Moreover, the person being massaged would not only have greatly increased resistance but would also feel very comfortable.
His master had massaged him before, and it had indeed been incredibly comfortable. He had wished his master would massage him every day, but unfortunately, after teaching him, his master stopped massaging him.
"Alright, I've strengthened it for you again. It's impossible for it to recur now!" Yang Feilong told Ouyang Yixue.
"Ah? It's over already?" Ouyang Yixue opened her eyes, a hint of disappointment flashing in them.
Looking at Ouyang Yixue's expression, Yang Feilong was now completely certain that this girl was indeed enjoying his massage.
Knowing the truth, he almost shed tears. He, the descendant of a great physician, had been reduced to a masseur? It would be a laughing stock if it got out.
"After all, you're already recovered, and this was just a reinforcement, so it naturally wouldn't take too much time," Yang Feilong shrugged.
"Okay!" Ouyang Yixue said with reluctance.
Yang Feilong walked out of the bedroom. After all, the treatment was over, and he had to avoid suspicion. He wasn't a wolf, and she was his student. Although she was older than him, their relationship was clear.
Ouyang Yixue came out after getting dressed. Seeing her fully clothed, Yang Feilong inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Anyone who didn't know might think he had enjoyed a feast for the eyes, but in reality, he had been suffering intensely.
"Teacher Yang, please tell me your account number. I'll transfer a million to you! This is from my family for my treatment fees. You can't refuse it." Ouyang Yixue said, looking at Yang Feilong.
"A million?" Yang Feilong gasped, but he shook his head and refused. "Forget it. I don't aim to make money from treating illnesses, and your family's money isn't earned easily."
Whether it was treating Elder Yuan, Ouyang Yixue, Liu Yun's mother, or the Luo Yujiao sisters, he had never expected any reward.
He had always adhered to a principle: if fate allows, he would treat even without payment; if fate doesn't allow, he wouldn't treat even with payment.
Of course, sometimes, if he encountered wealthy individuals, he would charge them the appropriate fees, as he also needed money for his own treatment and cultivation.
That's right, he and his master mainly earned money from the rich!
Take Li Da Pao for example. He could have treated Li Da Pao's mental illness and his 'impotence' related issues. However, even though he could treat him, he had absolutely no desire to treat such a scumbag and had even personally sent him on his way.
Otherwise, given Li Da Pao's characteristic of being a curse upon the world, he might have outlived Luo Yujiao and still been alive.
"My monthly pocket money is over a million," Ouyang Yixue said, batting her beautiful eyes at Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong: "..."
"Transfer it to me then!"
He had initially thought that Ouyang Yixue's family didn't earn money easily. However, he hadn't expected that this amount was just over a month's worth of Ouyang Yixue's pocket money. She was a wealthy young lady, so accepting the money wouldn't be stressful.
"Okay." A smile appeared on Ouyang Yixue's face. She didn't want to owe favors. If she hadn't been afraid that Yang Feilong wouldn't accept a larger sum, she would have offered him tens of millions.