My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife

"Err...."

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Such a sexy beauty, and a top Korean girl group star, opening up to him like this, was truly overwhelming.

A woman inexperienced in the matters of the world really is different. Like cherry blossoms, bashful peaches, and shy apricots, clean and pale pink.

"Qin... Divine Doctor Qin, is it very tricky?"

Park Jiaren had been tightly closing her eyes, but feeling no movement, she opened a sliver and saw Qin Yu staring unwaveringly at her forbidden area, her voice trembling with embarrassment.

"That... it's a bit..."

Qin Yu said, feigning seriousness.

Actually, gynecological inflammation isn't a big deal. It's just that Park Jiaren has a heavy idol burden and definitely wouldn't casually see any other doctor.

Acupuncture wouldn't be very effective in this case. The best method would be the Asura Finger, using inner strength to force out the toxins.

"So what should we do?"

Park Jiaren was somewhat panicked.

"The method I have, you might not be able to accept, but it's the only way for a complete cure. I practice martial arts and have inner strength in my body that can help force the toxins out. It might, however, involve some physical contact!"

Qin Yu felt it was necessary to seek Park Jiaren's consent first, otherwise if she thought he had any inappropriate ideas, it would be awkward.

"Do you mean... the 'Dual Cultivation' from your Hua Country's martial arts novels?"

Park Jiaren showed a conflicted look. She was actually quite familiar with Hua Country's traditional culture. After all, hundreds of years ago, Stick Nation had to send emissaries to pay tribute.

"Not... "

Qin Yu shook his head, Park Jiaren's interpretation was tempting, but he was a man with principles.

Err... occasionally without principles.

"That's good...."

Park Jiaren's expression visibly relaxed a bit, she said, biting her lip, "Then I'll trouble Divine Doctor Qin...."

"Alright, I'm going to start!"

Qin Yu didn't want to drag it out, it was a tremendous test of willpower.

Of course, don't get any wrong ideas, the techniques of the Asura Finger have many variations, and for treating ailments, only a slight application is necessary.

As for the extent, use your imagination.

A few minutes later.

Park Jiaren suddenly sat up halfway, drenched in fragrant sweat: "Divine Doctor Qin, I need to go to the bathroom...."

"Go ahead!"

Qin Yu put away the Silver Needle, disinfected it with vodka, and then put it away.

Sitting on the couch and resting for a while, Park Jiaren came out wearing a bathrobe, her face showing a hint of gratitude: "Divine Doctor Qin, you are really amazing, I feel totally refreshed, and I definitely expelled the toxins just now. My body feels much more comfortable."

"To hang the pot to help the world and to rescue the dying and heal the injured is our duty as healers. If there's nothing else, I will take my leave!"

Qin Yu had a righteous look on his face.

"Divine Doctor Qin, you haven't had dinner yet, let me treat you!"

Park Jiaren said politely.

"No need, just remember your promise!"

Qin Yu waved his hand and stood up to leave the room.

"Phew...."

Park Jiaren let out a long sigh of relief; her unmentionable problem had finally been completely cured. But she hadn't expected Divine Doctor Qin's needle skills to be so powerful, and his finger technique to be so effective, making what she thought would be a painful treatment process surprisingly pleasant.

Hua Country really is a miraculous place.

At this moment.

Helian Hanyan's villa.

After a whole day in a deep sleep, Yan Mingyu faintly opened her eyes. It wasn't that the medication wore off, but rather the sting from someone pressing on her philtrum that woke her up.

She was already dressed in a set of loose-fitting house clothes.

However, Helian Hanyan was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intently at her without blinking, the hint of cold light in her eyes giving the impression of being targeted by a venomous snake.

"Look here..."

In Helian Hanyan's hand was a pendant hanging on a string, round and smooth, swaying slightly in front of Yan Mingyu's eyes.

"You want to..."

Before Yan Mingyu could finish her sentence, it was as if she saw a swirling vortex that pulled her entire being into it, her mind turning into a blank slate and her eyes becoming listless.

"Speak, start from when you and Qin Yu met. Don't rush, bit by bit, tell me the details of what happened every day..."

Helian Hanyan's voice carried a hint of allure.

"Qin Yu and I met due to my grandfather's orchestration. At that time, my grandfather was ill and often faked fainting on the streets to test people. In the end, it was only Qin Yu, who was a delivery guy at the time, who helped him up..."

After being hypnotized, Yan Mingyu spoke without any resistance, detailing how she met Qin Yu.

"Hmm... this guy is really lucky, isn't he? Helps an old man and gets a beautiful wife in return?"

Helian Hanyan's lips curled up with a trace of mockery, memorizing every word Yan Mingyu said. This was necessary for her to perfectly impersonate Yan Mingyu. Even if she stayed with Qin Yu, he wouldn't notice the slightest flaw because she knew every little detail between him and Yan Mingyu.

After a while, Helian Hanyan snapped her fingers, "That's enough for today, continue sleeping!"

"Oh...."

Yan Mingyu laid down in a daze.

"I need to digest this..."

Helian Hanyan stood up and paced around the room, occasionally glancing at the mirror inside to practice expressions, eye contact, and even her walking posture.

A full hour later, she curled the corner of her mouth, "Only 29 days left. Within a month, I will become the real Yan Mingyu. That will be when the real show starts..."

Elsewhere.

Han Qingying had been back in Capital City for a while now.

As mentioned before, Capital City is a northern city. Although it's the end of February and most parts of the south have already embraced the warmth of spring, the snow in Capital City showed no signs of melting.

One evening after dining out with friends, she drove home.

She encountered a car skid and a chain-reaction collision accident. Even though she immediately deployed her True Qi to protect herself, the impact of over ten cars colliding was too great, and her legs were still trapped and fractured by the deformed driver's seat.

After calling for an ambulance, and once in the emergency room, the doctors presented her with two choices. The first was to undergo surgery to insert metal pins, then rest for three months before a second operation to remove them.

The second option was to receive conservative treatment and wear a cast, but this came with a high risk of subsequent complications.

Having mastered martial arts, Han Qingying definitely didn't want to undergo anesthesia twice, as the drugs could cause irreversible damage to her meridians.

Yet, she also didn't want to opt for conservative treatment and risk complications that could render her legs less agile, significantly reducing her combat abilities.

Such bad luck!

As Han Qingying lay on the hospital bed, her mind conflicted and depressed, she was unsure of the right choice to make.

Staring at the ceiling and zoning out for a while, she decided to vent to her niece.

Picking up her phone, she dialed Han Bing's number.

Beep Beep...

"Hello, Auntie? It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

Han Bing's voice sounded a bit groggy, it seemed she had already gone to bed, which made sense given that she had a baby on the way and couldn't stay up late.

"Ah, I've been in a car accident, the doctors are suggesting I have surgery, and I don't want to..."

Han Qingying sighed and relayed her situation.

"Auntie, have you heard about the Divine Doctor Qin? He's been quite popular these past few days, they say even more skilled than Doctor Su. Maybe you should look for him?"

Han Bing suggested.