Dashing Student-Chapter 683: So Hot

Everyone was stunned, and the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Inside the clinic, it was so quiet that one could hear the sound of sycamore leaves falling outside the window. Several martial arts disciples exchanged glances, their eyes filled with incredulous light.

A-Qiang opened his mouth, his Adam's apple rolling a few times, yet no sound came out.

As martial artists, they knew all too well the cost of treating injuries—just last month, a junior brother sprained his ankle and went to Huichun Hall, where the registration fee alone was fifty yuan, not to mention the subsequent treatments.

Regaining his composure, A-Qiang took a deep breath, clasped his fists, and gave a deep bow: "Doctor Chen not only has miraculous skills but also a compassionate heart. It's truly... truly..."

This man, who on a usual day could smash three bricks with a single punch, found himself at a loss for words to express his admiration.

"Doctor Chen, rest assured! Our Wu family boxing school has three hundred disciples, and we will certainly help promote the Health Care Hall well! Let everyone in the city know about your..."

"No!" Chen Nan rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "I opened this clinic not to make money, and if you promote it for me, wouldn't that just increase my workload?"

A-Qiang wanted to say more, but Wu Qiong's weak voice came from the examination bed: "A-Qiang... listen to Doctor Chen..."

"Yes, senior sister." A-Qiang scratched his head, then looked at Chen Nan with a respectful expression again: "Shall we settle down senior sister first?"

Chen Nan nodded, picked up the mugwort incense bag from the table, hung it by the door and then led everyone towards the backyard.

The faint scent of medicine began to fill the room, mingling with the fragrance of osmanthus wafting in from the window.

The martial arts disciples carefully lifted the stretcher, moving gingerly as if carrying fragile glass.

As they passed through the corridor, A-Qiang didn't forget to remind his juniors to watch for the threshold.

Sunlight filtered through the grape trellis on the porch, casting dappled shadows on their bodies.

The East Wing had long been tidied up.

The simple bed was covered with a dark blue coarse cloth sheet, and a small pot of lush asparagus fern was placed on the table by the window.

When Wu Qiong was gently placed on the bed, she couldn't help but let out a light groan.

A-Qiang instantly looked nervously at Chen Nan, only to see him skillfully pulling the quilt to cover his senior sister, his long fingers lightly tucking in the edges with a surprising gentleness.

"Doctor Chen, is there anything else we can do?" A-Qiang asked, rubbing his hands, his gaze scanning the room as if looking for any tasks to do.

Chen Nan was adjusting the angle of the window screen and replied without turning his head: "Go back, I've got it here."

A-Qiang hesitantly looked at Wu Qiong, who nodded slightly: "Go... remember... tell Grandpa I'm fine..." Her voice grew fainter, and a sharp pain arose in her waist.

"In that case, senior sister, please rest well." A-Qiang bowed again to Chen Nan before leading his juniors out of the room.

Once A-Qiang and the others' footsteps faded away, Chen Nan gently closed the door of the room.

The wooden door gave a soft creak, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Turning around, he saw Wu Qiong biting her lower lip, beads of sweat seeping from her forehead.

"Does it hurt?" Chen Nan walked up to the bed, his voice deeper than usual.

Wu Qiong barely mustered a smile: "I... I can still endure..." Before her words were finished, a jolt of severe pain struck, and she clutched the corner of the quilt tightly, her body trembling slightly.

Chen Nan sighed, retrieving a small blue porcelain bottle from his sleeve: "Earlier, I only realigned your cervical vertebrae, but your spinal nerves haven't yet healed, so a massage is necessary." He paused: "It may be somewhat intrusive."

A blush appeared on Wu Qiong's pale face, and she nodded lightly.

Chen Nan lowered half of the bed curtain, and the light became dim.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gently lifting the hem of Wu Qiong's practice clothes, revealing her slender waist.

"Excuse me." Chen Nan politely remarked, then pressed his warm palm against the bruised skin.

"Mm..." Wu Qiong's entire body shivered, followed by a warm current spreading from the point of contact.

Chen Nan's palm seemed to carry a strange warmth, which immediately reduced the pain in her waist somewhat.

Chen Nan's technique was quite special.

His thumb slowly slid along the spine, varying the pressure from light to heavy.

Whenever he touched a bruised area, his movements were exceedingly gentle, as if afraid of breaking a precious piece of porcelain.

As the massage went deeper, Wu Qiong found her breathing becoming somewhat irregular. Chen Nan's fingers seemed charged with electricity, dissipating the pain and triggering a strange tingling wherever they touched.

She had to bury her face in the pillow to hide her increasingly flushed cheeks.

"Bear with it." Chen Nan suddenly said, overlapping his hands on her waist.

Before Wu Qiong could respond, she felt a warm current rushing throughout her body, prompting an involuntary soft moan: "Ah..."

The sound was so ambiguous that Wu Qiong blushed to the roots of her ears.

Chen Nan's hands briefly paused as well, but soon resumed their professional rhythm.

"Is... is it done?" Wu Qiong's voice was muffled in the pillow.

"Just one final step." Chen Nan poured some amber-colored medicinal oil from the porcelain bottle, rubbing it warm in his hands.

A rich medicinal scent filled the room, mixed with an indescribable fresh fragrance, like the smell of a pine forest after snow.

When his palm touched her skin again, Wu Qiong almost leapt up in shock.

This time, the sensation was entirely different— the oil made the contact slippery, and Chen Nan's palm seemed to roam over her waist, each motion stirring a wave of fiery shivers.

"This medicine..." Wu Qiong said, her face all flushed, her tone urgent: "It's so warm..."

"A normal reaction," Chen Nan said casually. "If it weren't warm, how could it promote blood circulation and remove stasis?"

Wu Qiong replied with a sound, lying prone on the bed with a flushed face, feeling a strange thrill rise in her heart! freёweɓnovel.com

Soon.

Chen Nan stopped the massage, a layer of fine sweat appearing on his face, making him look rather exhausted: "That's it for today's massage. I'll continue treating you tomorrow."

"Barring any accidents, you should be able to walk in a week."

"If you need anything during this time, just call my name loudly!"

Wu Qiong nodded solemnly, gratitude filling her eyes: "Thank you, Doctor Chen!"

Later, Chen Nan went to his own room, picked up a change of clothes, and entered the bathroom to wash off the sweat.

But while he was showering, the bathroom door slowly opened.

Hearing the sound, Chen Nan instinctively turned around and saw Shen Qinglan wearing a black spaghetti strap dress, her face adorned with a charming and shy smile as she appeared before him.

Long hair casually draped over her front, adding a touch of allure, her ample breasts quivering gently with her breath, particularly the two protruding points, which tugged at Chen Nan's heartstrings, causing his breath to quicken.

The man's second brother was also rising quickly at a visible pace!