Yang Feilong, seeing that the conversation seemed like it would go on indefinitely, smiled and said, "Uncle, Aunt, I'm going to treat Mengru now."
"Right, how do you treat her?" Xu Jing asked curiously.
Because Yang Feilong's hands were empty.
Yang Feilong pulled a small box from his pocket, flipped it open, and it was full of silver needles.
"You just use needles?" Xi Yingtian was also curious.
"It also requires a treatment method," Yang Feilong explained with a light smile. "Of course, there are many things involved. The use of soul and energy."
"Tsk tsk, treating without medicine, this is the first time I've seen it," Xu Jing exclaimed in admiration.
"This is the terrifying aspect of cultivators," Xi Yingtian sighed.
"You two go ahead with the treatment, I'll check on the kitchen and tell the chefs to prepare lunch. By the time you're done, it will be just in time for lunch," Xu Jing said.
"Okay, Aunt."
...
On the second floor of the villa, in Xi Mengru's boudoir.
This was not Yang Feilong's first time in a girl's boudoir.
In Xi Mengru's bedroom, by the window, there was a piano, a walk-in closet, and a small study. The overall style was elegant, which matched Xi Mengru's personality.
"Can I be conscious for the treatment this time?" Xi Mengru looked at Yang Feilong.
"To treat epilepsy, you need to remain in a comatose state so that I can treat it optimally, as epilepsy is a problem with the brain," Yang Feilong said after a slight pause. "Treating heart disease can allow you to be conscious, but that would increase the difficulty of my treatment."
"Then, alright!" Hearing this, Xi Mengru nodded. "Then you'd better make me unconscious first!"
"Um, do I have to take off my pants today?" Xi Mengru asked shyly.
"Cough, cough, you don't have to," Yang Feilong said, feeling a little awkward, but not too much.
Perhaps it was because of the experience last time, or perhaps because she was Yang Feilong's girlfriend now, although she was a little shy, she wasn't overly so. She bashfully took off her knitted sweater and t-shirt, leaving only her bra.
Yang Feilong stared intently.
"Do they look good?" Xi Mengru asked, her face flushed.
"Of course," Yang Feilong coughed, and commented, "Of course, I'll help you choose a few styles later, and they might look even better."
"Hmph, pervert," Xi Mengru said, lightly scolding him with a blush.
Yang Feilong touched his nose. Wasn't this a normal flirtation between lovers? Of course, Xi Mengru hadn't experienced this before, and her personality was still somewhat reserved, so her reaction was understandable.
"This medicine will induce a coma and also benefit your body. Take it!" Yang Feilong said, handing Xi Mengru a pill.
"Mm," Xi Mengru nodded and swallowed the pill. Soon, she lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Yang Feilong took a deep breath and began to examine Xi Mengru's body.
"The recovery effect is quite good. One more treatment for epilepsy and it's done. For the heart problem, one more treatment and it should be almost no issue. Of course, to be safe, I can do another diagnosis after some time," Yang Feilong muttered to himself after studying it.
Then, Yang Feilong began the next round of treatment.
...
Half an hour later.
Xi Mengru slowly woke up, a smile on her face, and asked Yang Feilong, "Is the treatment over?"
"Mm, the treatment is over," Yang Feilong smiled. "The effect is quite good. You probably won't need another treatment. It's completely cured."
"I think I still need treatment," Xi Mengru said, putting on her sweater and t-shirt, gently biting her lip as she looked at Yang Feilong, her eyes alluring.
Of course, she wasn't trying to seduce Yang Feilong; it was just that she was so beautiful and looked so pure that her direct gaze at Yang Feilong was incredibly captivating.
"Uh, yes, you do. You might need treatment for a lifetime," Yang Feilong said, stunned for a moment, then instantly understanding Xi Mengru's meaning.
He found it amusing that she could be like this.
Seeing that Yang Feilong understood her, Xi Mengru beamed, her smile more radiant than a hundred flowers.
"Come here," Xi Mengru said softly after getting dressed, looking at Yang Feilong.
"What for?" Yang Feilong asked as he walked over to Xi Mengru's side.
"A reward for you!" Xi Mengru said with a slight blush, then leaned in to kiss Yang Feilong.
Yang Feilong let Xi Mengru kiss him and affectionately stroked her soft hair.
"Hmph, why are you patting my head, like I'm a child? I'm older than you, you should call me 'sister'," Xi Mengru pouted.
"Even if you're older than me, you're still my little darling," Yang Feilong teased.
"Tsk, so cheesy." Xi Mengru's face turned even redder.
Looking at her rosy, healthy complexion, her delicate skin, and her alluring red lips, Yang Feilong couldn't resist and leaned down to kiss her.
Xi Mengru's body trembled, she was very nervous, but she didn't dodge. She knew what Yang Feilong was going to do, but she considered herself to be Yang Feilong's already, so she didn't plan to avoid it, as she was destined to be his sooner or later.
Xi Mengru thought kissing was not much different from kissing on the cheek, but when they reached this point, she suddenly realized how vast the difference between the two was.
She felt her whole body go weak and limp. If Yang Feilong hadn't held her, she would have fallen.
After a long while, their lips parted.
"Husband, will you abandon me in the future?" Xi Mengru said, hugging Yang Feilong's waist and resting her head on his chest, asking with a sense of insecurity.
"No, you're so beautiful, so gentle, so kind. If I don't want you, am I even human?" Yang Feilong said softly.
He actually understood Xi Mengru's concerns.
This was because Xi Mengru had always been lonely and lacked self-confidence.
Although her illness was cured now, the inferiority complex ingrained in her bones would not completely disappear overnight. Of course, she was much more confident when facing others now, but when facing Yang Feilong, the man she loved, she was not confident in various aspects.
This was because his other girlfriends were not inferior to her, and they were capable. Take Li Yufei, for example, whom she had met.
Although, if she compared them carefully, her beauty was slightly superior, but only by a little. But with added temperament, she was slightly inferior.
Not to mention her capabilities. Li Yufei was a capable businesswoman who could stand on her own.
She didn't know what Yang Feilong's other women were like, but given his status, his girlfriends must be excellent. Even if they weren't as good as Li Yufei, they wouldn't be far off. As for herself, she felt she lacked the ability and could only play the piano.
"But I can't make money," Xi Mengru said pitifully.
"Does your man need you to make money?" Yang Feilong chuckled. "Just do what you like."
Seeing that Xi Mengru was still a little unconfident, she opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something more. This time, Yang Feilong directly sealed her lips.
Again and again, until Xi Mengru's face was only flushed and she was no longer insecure, Yang Feilong stopped.
"Are you still going to overthink things?" Yang Feilong asked Xi Mengru with a half-smile.
"No more. If you kiss me again, my lips will become like sausages," Xi Mengru said, covering her mouth with a blushing face, looking incredibly shy.
Yang Feilong discovered he had mastered a new skill: if he couldn't convince her with words, he'd convince her with kisses.