Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 175: Drew Blood

"Yingchun, are you okay?"

"Sorry, Yingchun... I really didn’t mean it."

Seeing Lin Yingchun on the ground, Sun Zhe panicked and rushed over to help her up. Just a moment ago, while they were playing badminton, Lin Yingchun felt that his return shots were weak, so she taunted him, telling him to use more force.

He did, and the shuttlecock instantly flew back like a bullet!

Lin Yingchun swung her racket to return it, but the shuttlecock unexpectedly tore straight through the strings and smacked her on the nose.

At that moment, Lin Miao rushed over in her wheelchair. "Yingchun, how are you? Why are you bleeding so much?"

Lin Yingchun pinched her nose and tilted her head back. Her eyes were slightly red and tears glistened within them, making her look quite pitiful.

"Sis... I’m okay, it’s just a nosebleed."

She gave Sun Zhe a resentful look and complained, "It’s just a game of badminton, why did you have to use so much force?"

"I’m lucky I reacted quickly and the racket buffered the impact, otherwise that hit could’ve killed me."

Sun Zhe scratched his head, feeling extremely guilty, and said awkwardly, "Sorry, Yingchun, I really didn’t mean it. I didn’t realize the racket was so flimsy."

Seeing Sun Zhe’s guilty expression, Lin Yingchun’s heart softened, and her tone relaxed, "Alright, don’t be like that... I don’t blame you."

"You made me bleed, can’t I complain a little?"

Watching Lin Yingchun with her face covered in blood, Lin Miao felt both sympathetic and amused. However, with Sun Zhe, the Divine Doctor, right there, she wasn’t worried.

Sun Zhe walked up and gently pressed a few acupoints on Lin Yingchun’s neck, saying, "Yingchun, let me take care of this first."

"Sigh, it’s all my fault. Ever since reaching the Nascent Soul Stage, I’ve had trouble controlling my strength."

"The same thing happened when I was horsing around with Qiaoqiao. I accidentally pinched her wrist so hard it swelled up. She cried for a long time and then held me down and beat me up."

However, when they heard this, the two women stared at him as if they had just seen a ghost.

Being stared at by them made Sun Zhe a little frantic, and he subconsciously stepped back. "What is it with you two? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lin Miao’s eyes widened in shock. "Did you just say... you’ve reached the Nascent Soul Stage?"

Sun Zhe nodded. "Yeah... Is there a problem?"

Seeing Sun Zhe’s nonchalant demeanor, Lin Miao’s expression turned strange. "You can’t even find a handful of Nascent Soul Stage cultivators in all of Yang City. How old are you, Ah Zhe?"

Sun Zhe replied honestly, "Twenty-five."

Lin Miao: "..."

She was rendered speechless. Sun Zhe probably has no idea what being at the Nascent Soul Stage truly means.

Lin Yingchun then spoke up, "A twenty-five-year-old at the Nascent Soul Stage... if you told anyone, they’d never believe you. It’s no wonder Teacher has her eye on you."

Sun Zhe chuckled and teased, "So, does that mean you don’t have a crush on me?"

Hearing this, Lin Yingchun’s face flushed bright red and she lashed out with a kick.

Startled, Sun Zhe dodged behind Lin Miao. "Why is the campus belle hitting people?"

Clutching her nose, Lin Yingchun puffed her cheeks in anger and chased after him. "Stand still! You think you can just run away after making my nose bleed?"

"Miaomiao, aren’t you going to stop her?"

"No one can save you today!"

"..."

Watching the two of them play-fighting, Lin Miao shook her head helplessly but felt a warmth in her heart. This was the first time she had ever witnessed this side of Lin Yingchun. Growing up, her younger sister had always been well-behaved and reserved, never as lively as she was now.

"Alright, you two, stop it for now."

"Ah Zhe, I’m going to take a shower. You keep Yingchun company."

"By the way, you must not, under any circumstances, reveal that you’ve reached the Nascent Soul Stage."

At this, Sun Zhe’s expression turned serious, and he asked, "That would bring unnecessary trouble, right?"

Lin Miao nodded. "You could say that. After all, a Martial Artist at the Nascent Soul Stage is considered a national treasure. If this gets out now, the higher-ups will definitely come looking for you, which will disrupt your current life."

Sun Zhe laughed. "I understand. But we’re all sect mates, so there’s no need to hide it from you two, right?"

"..."

「Later.」

With one hand pushing Lin Miao’s wheelchair and the other supporting Lin Yingchun, Sun Zhe escorted them to the living room.

After the housekeeper helped Lin Miao away, Sun Zhe began to tend to Lin Yingchun’s nosebleed.

In the spacious and luxurious living room, Lin Yingchun sat on the sofa while Sun Zhe stood before her, gently holding her head.

"Yingchun, tilt your head back and don’t move. I’ll stop the bleeding."

Lin Yingchun obediently tilted her head back, allowing Sun Zhe to wipe her face with a wet tissue.

"By the way, Sun Zhe, are you really confident you can heal my sister’s leg?"

Sun Zhe nodded and said truthfully, "I’m not one hundred percent certain, but I’m seventy to eighty percent confident."

Lin Yingchun’s eyes dimmed slightly, and she said slowly, "My sister’s leg was broken saving me. I’ll never forget that rainy night."

"You know... I should be the one in the wheelchair."

Sun Zhe patted her shoulder and said, "It’s all in the past. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely heal Miaomiao and help her stand again."

"Hmm... thank you."

Sun Zhe smiled. "How do you plan to thank me then?"

Lin Yingchun rolled her eyes and said playfully, "Now you’re just trying to cash in on your good deed. I can’t be bothered with you."

Sun Zhe suddenly said, "It was Han Xinyue who was behind it." 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Lin Yingchun froze for a moment, then an icy coldness flashed in her eyes. "I knew it was her!"

Sun Zhe said, "I’ve already taught her a lesson. She won’t dare try any tricks against Jiewu Palace for a long time to come."

Lin Yingchun nodded. "Hmm... thank you."

Sun Zhe quickly pinched her chin. "I told you to keep your head tilted back and not to move. If you do, it’ll just start bleeding all over again."

Lin Yingchun huffed playfully, looking at the earnest man before her. Her delicate face blushed slightly as some thought crossed her mind, and she said softly, "Um... after you finish checking on my sister’s leg, can you keep me company for a while?"

"Keep you company for what?"

Lin Yingchun’s face turned even redder, and she said coyly, "Never mind why. Just say you’ll stay with me."

"Alright, I’ll stay with you. I’m free today anyway."

"Speaking of which, where are Qiaoqiao and Shiyan?"

"Still at home sleeping in."

"They’re so lazy."

Sun Zhe patted her shoulder again. "Alright, just keep your head tilted back. It should be fine in two or three minutes."

Lin Yingchun asked, "Did you just infuse me with your True Qi?"

"Yeah, to help stop the pain."

Lin Yingchun lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the ’tent’ that had mysteriously pitched itself in his lap. She looked back up and asked, "Were you just staring at my chest?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhe touched his nose, averting his gaze, and said with a straight face, "No, don’t talk nonsense. I’m a decent person."

Lin Yingchun burst into laughter. "Right, keep pretending."

Sun Zhe gave a dry laugh. "Let’s not get stuck on that. You should go change your clothes first; you got blood on them."

To be honest, he really had been looking at her chest, but not on purpose. From his point of view, with her sitting right in front of him, it was impossible *not* to look. The pale, beautiful skin visible deep within her collar was a sight that could eclipse all the splendors of the world.

Lin Yingchun slowly stood up and deliberately puffed out her chest toward Sun Zhe. "So what clothes do you want me to change into? Something a little sexy?"

"..."