Urban Invincible Medical Divine

"I guess she wouldn't want it anyway. Look at you, all plump — you look like you could eat a lot, who could afford to feed you?" Liu Wentian teased, against his better judgment.

Although the girl had some baby fat on her face, she was not the least bit overweight, but rather a top-grade beauty, not falling short of Zi Qing.

"Where do I look fat?" Han Guo puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, which seemed to be her signature move. Experience more on empire

She huffed, "My figure is quite good, even better than my cousin's! Hmph!"

Liu Wentian was amused by her prideful demeanor, and said, resigned, "Okay, okay, your figure is the best. Let's hurry to the pharmacy and buy a set of silver needles."

"Alright. Uncle, give me a piggyback ride, it must be really warm on your back," Han Guo said, somewhat ingratiatingly.

"Sure, climb on," Liu Wentian crouched down.

Immediately, Han Guo hugged Liu Wentian's neck happily and lay on his back, "Ah, it really is warm. Uncle, your back is so warm, much warmer than a heating pad, which I never need."

While Han Guo felt warm, Liu Wentian felt as if he was carrying a block of ice. Even through his thick coat, an endless chill seemed to penetrate into his body.

However, this bit of cold was nothing to him.

Carrying Han Guo on his back, he soon found a pharmacy, purchased a set of silver needles, and then began to ponder where to administer the acupuncture.

Going home was too far, so he simply checked into a nearby motel.

While registering at the front desk, the motel owner — a sleazy man in his thirties — looked at Liu Wentian and then at Han Guo, his face full of envy and jealousy, and then he whispered to Liu Wentian, "Brother, do you need anything... special?"

Huh?

"Uh... no need, you've got it wrong, I'm here to treat her, she's my patient," Liu Wentian said to the speechless owner.

"Treat her?" the owner was taken aback and then revealed a knowing, lecherous expression, "Heh heh, I understand, treating, giving injections, right?"

Liu Wentian helplessly grabbed the room card and pulled Han Guo upstairs. The owner watched their backs and curled his lip bidterly, "Girls these days, sigh... That guy really hit the jackpot, such a pure and adorable little girl."

Once in the room, Han Guo hemmed and hawed, "Uncle, you're not really going to do something bad to me, are you? Don't mess around, okay? This... isn't right."

Liu Wentian gave her a look of exasperation, "What's with your mind, thinking all this messy stuff? Didn't I tell you, I'm just looking for a motel to treat you. Do I look like that kind of person?"

At his words, Han Guo relaxed, and after giving Liu Wentian a serious once-over, she giggled, "You do! You seem like that kind of person, Uncle!"

"Look like your head! Stop calling me uncle, my name is Liu Wentian — you can call me Liu Wentian or Big Brother Liu, even Brother Liu is fine!" Liu Wentian said irritably.

"I don't want to, 'uncle' sounds better, it feels like you would be more caring, not like those kids in their early twenties. You're more like a man in his thirties, I really like it," Han Guo hee-heed.

Kids in their early twenties... what have they done to you? Liu Wentian was speechless again.

This girl really dared to say anything; she was only 15 herself and had the nerve to call people in their early twenties 'kids', it was almost asking for a spanking.

Taking out the newly purchased silver needles, Liu Wentian said, "Alright, now take off your coat, and I'll do the acupuncture."

"Ah, for real? Uncle, do you really know acupuncture? Aren't you going to jab me for fun?" Han Guo asked fretfully.

Liu Wentian, massaging his forehead silently, replied, "Are you a walking 'Why' book? Where do you get so many questions? If you trust me, take off your coat quickly, I'm ready to start the treatment."

"Hee hee, okay then, I trust you, Uncle. I talk a lot normally, don't hate me for it," Han Guo said cheerfully.

Liu Wentian growled, "I can see that you do talk a lot. Cut the crap!! Otherwise, I'm not going to be nice."

"Not going to be nice? Hm, Uncle, you really are that kind of person," Han Guo pouted.

Then, Han Guo obediently took off her incredibly thick coat, leaving her in a blue pair of jeans and a top.

Liu Wentian straightened out the bed before turning around.

He picked out several dozen silver needles and glanced at Han Guo's jeans, frowning, "Uh, are these jeans lined with fleece for extra warmth?"

"Yeah, they are. This kind is warmer and not too bulky to impede movement," Han Guo replied.

Liu Wentian's brows lifted, "Then, take those off as well."

"Ah! Uncle, are you sure about this?" Han Guo's eyes suddenly filled with tears, her voice full of grievance.

Liu Wentian rolled his eyes.

He explained, "Those are too thick; I can't possibly give you the needles through them. Hurry up, the sooner I start, the sooner you won't have to suffer."

"Okay, Uncle, I trust you, just don't mess around," Han Guo said.

With a bite of her lip, she quickly stripped off her jeans.

She felt even colder.

Liu Wentian, however, was all business; since she trusted him, he had to live up to her trust.

The silver needles swiftly landed on several dozen acupoints like Fengfu, Shendao, Yinmen, and Zhiyang. Then he flicked the end of each needle, causing them to tremble at a steady frequency — in an instant, all the needles hummed in unison.