The Rise of a General's Daughter-in-Law Doctor

Qingyun placed Feng Yuhan on the bed, and Li Muxia carefully took her pulse again. Although the poison was difficult to cure, it was nothing compared to Xiaoyaozi's poison.

Qingyun quickly found and delivered everything Li Muxia needed.

Li Muxia planned to first use silver needles to expel some of the poison from Feng Yuhan, and then administer an antidote orally to remove the remaining poison.

Looking at Feng Yuhan lying on the bed, he asked Qingyun to help him remove Feng Yuhan's upper body clothing.

Qingyun moved swiftly, and soon Feng Yuhan's upper body was exposed to the air. His strong chest, the neatly arranged eight-pack abs, and the sexy V-line were all on display. His muscles were smooth and without an ounce of fat. He was truly slim when dressed and muscular when undressed. Every part of him was full of hormones, making one's blood boil.

Even Li Muxia, who had seen countless handsome men and pretty boys in her previous life, couldn't help but swallow hard: This man is simply an enchantress.

Realizing she was staring blankly at Feng Yuhan's body, her face flushed instantly. When did she become so shallow, actually being bewitched by beauty?

Li Muxia quickly patted her face; this was not the reaction a doctor should have.

At the same time, I was also telling myself: I'm just appreciating beautiful things purely.

Looking around and finding no one had noticed his embarrassment, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Thank goodness Qingyun went out to brew the medicine as soon as she finished taking off her clothes. Otherwise, he would have been utterly humiliated.

Li Muxia calmed herself down, helped Feng Yuhan sit up on the bed, and began to administer acupuncture to detoxify him. She inserted the needles very quickly, and soon Feng Yuhan's body was covered with silver needles, which looked quite frightening.

After the last silver needle was inserted, fine beads of sweat appeared on Li Muxia's forehead. Acupuncture is a great test of mental strength and concentration.

Looking at Feng Yuhan covered in silver needles, Li Muxia took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Suddenly, she noticed a black dot the size of a sesame seed on Feng Yuhan's right side, which stood out against Feng Yuhan's fair skin.

Li Muxia thought it was something dirty and reached out to pinch it off, but when her fingers touched the black spot, she realized it was a black mole.

When Li Muxia was applying acupuncture, she felt that Feng Yuhan's skin was too perfect. Apart from the knife wound on his waist and abdomen, there was not a single flaw. It made Li Muxia, a woman, jealous.

Discovering this little black mole feels like discovering a new continent; I suddenly find it rather cute.

Thinking this, Li Muxia moved her head closer and closer to the mole, wanting to take a closer look, completely unaware that Feng Yuhan had already opened his eyes and was looking at her.

This should be the first time Feng Yuhan has seen Li Muxia in women's clothing. Her perfect profile still made Feng Yuhan stunned for a moment. He did not expect that Li Muxia, after changing back into women's clothing, would be so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.

Seeing Li Muxia touch the black mole on his waist, her fingertips brushing against his waist, made Feng Yuhan's heart flutter, and even his breathing became a little heavier.

The fingertips rubbing back and forth on his waist felt like fireballs, scorching his skin.

Li Muxia's action was undoubtedly playing with fire, especially since the waist area was so sensitive. Feeling his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, Feng Yuhan was afraid of being discovered by Li Muxia and tried his best to control himself, but his body still reacted in a damn way.

Fortunately, she didn't investigate for too long before she heard Li Muxia say with a smile, "It really is a mole."

Feng Yuhan also breathed a sigh of relief, trying his best to suppress the desire that was about to burst forth.

Seeing Li Muxia get up, Feng Yuhan quickly closed his eyes, pretending that he hadn't woken up yet.

If it weren't for the mask, Li Muxia would definitely have seen that Feng Yuhan's face was already completely red.

Li Muxia looked at Feng Yuhan for a while, then looked at the incense on the table. Half an incense stick had already burned out. Logically, Feng Yuhan should have woken up by now.

Looking at the still unconscious Feng Yuhan, Li Muxia wondered what kind of face lay beneath that black ghost mask. A sudden surge of curiosity led Li Muxia to slowly approach Feng Yuhan. When her fingers touched the cold mask, Li Muxia stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew her hand.

But what she was really thinking was: It's better not to take off the mask. Feng Yuhan has always worn a mask because he doesn't want others to know his true face. With Feng Yuhan's status, he must have a lot of enemies. What if she saw Feng Yuhan's true face and he killed her in a fit of rage? As the saying goes, the more you know, the faster you die.

Thinking of this, Li Muxia checked the silver needles on Feng Yuhan's body again to make sure that she had not inserted the wrong needles. She also checked his pulse and found that there was no problem.

He said in a low voice, somewhat puzzled, "That shouldn't be the case. Never mind, let's wait and see. If Feng Yuhan still hasn't woken up after this incense has burned out, I'll check what's going on."

Feng Yuhan naturally sensed Li Muxia's approach. When he felt Li Muxia about to remove his mask, his heart skipped a beat. Although he was also disguised, this face was Long Ziheng's face.

He was conflicted. He was somewhat looking forward to Li Muxia discovering that he was Long Ziheng, but at the same time, he was also afraid that Li Muxia would discover his true identity.

Feeling that Li Muxia hadn't removed his mask, he breathed a sigh of relief. Realizing the change in his own heart, he couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself: He never thought that the Shadow Pavilion Master, feared by the world, would have a day of fear. He had truly fallen into the hands of this little girl.

Upon hearing Li Muxia's words, he woke up.

Li Muxia was looking at Feng Yuhan when she saw him open his eyes. She immediately said with delight, "You're awake."

Looking at Li Muxia's smiling eyes, Feng Yuhan also smiled and nodded, saying, "Mm."

At this moment, Qingyun also came in carrying a bowl of medicine. Li Muxia looked at the incense on the table and said, "In a little while, I will be able to remove the silver needles. After you drink this bowl of medicine, the poison in your body will be completely cured."

Feng Yuhan nodded and said, "Thank you."

Li Muxia quickly said, "No need to thank me. You've saved me so many times before. I'm just repaying your life-saving grace."

After they finished speaking, there was a moment of silence. Thinking about her actions just now, she felt a little embarrassed looking into Feng Yuhan's eyes.

Seeing that it was almost time, Li Muxia removed the silver needles from Feng Yuhan's body one by one. She also carefully wiped away the poisonous blood that had been expelled with a handkerchief. This action aroused the desire that Feng Yuhan had managed to suppress. If this continued, he really wouldn't be able to hold back. He reached out and pressed down on the small hand that was messing with his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can do it myself."