Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Old Mr. Pei saw Huo Yao come in with an old box and asked her quizzically. “What’s inside?”

Was it medicine?

Huo Yao placed the metal box on the table. She pressed the lock by the side, and opened it. She retrieved the silver needles wrapped in sheepskin and replied. “Silver needles.”

She opened the sheepskin to reveal various silver needles of all lengths. There were at least over a hundred needles inside.

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Old Mr. Pei could not help feeling shocked when he saw the numerous needles. He often performed acupuncture since his clan was famous for Chinese medicine, but they did not custom make so many needles.

After Old Mr. Pei recovered from his shock, he asked her. “Are you going to apply acupuncture on Young Master Min?”

Huo Yao nodded. She pondered about how best to apply acupuncture to relieve both neuralgia and his old ailment.

“But I applied acupuncture on Young Master Min already. It seemed to aggravate the pain,” said Old Mr. Pei.

“We can’t use normal methods.” Huo Yao ran her fingers over her needles.

“If we can’t use normal methods, then how should we do it?” Old Mr. Pei stroked his long beard.

Huo Yao picked up a needle and told Zhuo Yun. “Take off his clothes.”

Min Yu instinctively clutched his clothes tightly. “…”

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Zhuo Yun nodded. He walked up to the bed, noticed his boss’ reaction, and his lips twitched.

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“Yu, Miss Huo just wants to perform acupuncture on you,” said Zhuo Yun softly.

He certainly did not have to look like he was losing his virginity or something.

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Min Yu glanced at him.

Zhuo Yun pretended that he did not catch Min Yu’s expression and took off his shirt. After that, he turned to look at Huo Yao. “Do I have to take off his pants as well?”

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Min Yu: “…”

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Why did this prick ask such a question?

“Uh huh,” replied Huo Yao calmly with a completely normal expression as though nothing was wrong.

Zhuo Yun touched his nose. He did as asked but under immense pressure from the patient.

By the time he finished placing Min Yu’s pants on the chair, Zhuo Yun’s forehead was covered with sweat. Huo Yao glanced at him quizzically. He had only helped to take off his clothes. Was it so strenuous?

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Huo Yao removed a silver needle. She glanced at Min Yu’s body before pausing.

It was not obvious with his clothes on, but it turned out he had great physical proportions.

Min Yu promptly detected her looking at him blatantly. An uneasy expression flashed across his face before he coughed.

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Huo Yao veered her eyes away nonchalantly and explained. “Doctors don’t care about a patient’s gender, so you don’t have to feel awkward.”

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Min Yu: “…”

“It might hurt when I apply the needles, but it ought to feel less painful than the neuralgia you are suffering from, so bear with it.”

Huo Yao applied the needle to a major acupuncture point on his chest swiftly.

Old Mr. Pei looked shocked when he caught sight of the first needle.

She had applied acupuncture on a tricky spot. If she did not do it accurately, the patient would suffer from immense pain.

Followed by the second, third needle….

She applied each needle rather leisurely, but Old Mr. Pei was rather anxious in contrast.

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Sure enough, she was applying acupuncture using unorthodox methods, and there was nothing ordinary about it.

It was scary just to watch.

Huo Yao started applying acupuncture to Min Yu even more swiftly. Before long, Min Yu’s all major acupuncture points were covered with needles.