Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 99: Su Nanzhi

「In the office.」

Watching the stunning beauty chatting with Meng Shiyang, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, his mind racing.

The beauty wore a pure white high-waisted skirt-culottes, her long, slender legs wrapped in glossy, skin-toned stockings that were mysterious, sexy, and invited reverie. Her stocking-clad feet were slipped into a pair of exquisite silver-white high heels, adding a touch of noble purity to her sensuality. She wore a matching pure white knit top with an openwork design, through which a tight-fitting black camisole was faintly visible.

Her long, wavy hair, dyed a cold brown, was casually draped over one shoulder, while the other side was tucked behind her ear. This revealed a flawless white ear adorned with a sparkling diamond pendant—a striking decoration. With her delicate, perfect features and serene, dignified aura, every frown and smile exuded a captivating charm.

What kind of man could possibly be fortunate enough to win the affection of such a rare beauty? Sun Zhe wondered.

Through Meng Shiyang’s conversation with her, Sun Zhe learned that her name was Su Nanzhi. It was a lovely name, carrying a poetic meaning.

Just as Sun Zhe was secretly admiring the gorgeous woman, Su Nanzhi suddenly approached his desk and nodded politely.

"I just heard from Shiya that Director Gu has resigned. Are you still able to contact her?"

Sun Zhe collected his thoughts and shook his head. "Sorry, I can’t reach her."

Su Nanzhi looked a bit helpless. "Alright, sorry to bother you." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Is there something you needed her for, Miss Su?" Sun Zhe asked.

Su Nanzhi didn’t elaborate, simply shaking her head with a smile.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, Meng Shiyang suddenly rushed over and grabbed her hand. "Sister Nanzhi, don’t be in such a hurry to leave. You came to the hospital to see Director Gu, so you’re most likely here for a consultation."

"Actually, my master’s medical skills are also excellent, not in the least bit inferior to Director Gu’s."

Upon hearing Meng Shiyang’s words, Su Nanzhi remained unconvinced. Gu Lingxue was a descendant of a Divine Doctor. In all of Yang City, few could surpass her in medical skill. Hence, she truly couldn’t believe that Sun Zhe, such a young man, could compare to Gu Lingxue in terms of medical expertise.

Seeing Su Nanzhi’s indifferent expression, Sun Zhe felt a bit challenged and spoke up, "If you’d like a consultation, Miss Su, I can give it a try. I can treat most difficult and complicated cases."

Su Nanzhi gave a slight smile, entirely unmoved. "There’s no need to trouble yourself."

She had seen countless doctors—top specialists and reclusive divine physicians alike—but none of them could do anything about her illness. Only Gu Lingxue, the descendant of a Divine Doctor, could use medication to barely slow her symptoms. So, she didn’t think Sun Zhe, a pretty-faced young man, would have a solution. It wasn’t that she looked down on him; she just didn’t want to waste time. After all, as the CEO of a corporation, every second of her time was precious.

"Oh, come on, Sister Nanzhi, just give it a try! My master knows everything; he’s really amazing. Trust me just this once. I promise you won’t regret it. In fact, you’ll be glad you made this choice today."

"Shiya..."

"Alright, Sister Nanzhi, let’s let the facts speak for themselves. First, let my master take your pulse." With that, Meng Shiyang pushed her into the chair at the desk.

"Then let’s give it a try."

Feeling helpless, Su Nanzhi agreed. She would treat it as a favor to Meng Shiyang; besides, it wouldn’t take much time. With that thought, she rolled up her sleeve and placed her hand on the small cushion on the desk.

Sun Zhe said nothing, simply reaching out to gently hold her fair wrist.

About two minutes later, Sun Zhe’s brow furrowed slightly. "Miss Su, if you don’t mind, could you open your mouth and let me see your tongue?"

Su Nanzhi complied, lightly parting her red lips to reveal her small, delicate tongue.

After a glance, Sun Zhe’s frown deepened. "If it’s convenient, could you take off your outer shirt so I can see the back of your neck and your back?"

Su Nanzhi hesitated for a moment but complied, unbuttoning her openwork knit top. As she took it off, a captivating, soulful fragrance immediately wafted from her.

Sun Zhe kept a straight face but secretly took a few greedy breaths, feeling the Yang Qi inside him about to detonate. The two firm, full mounds were just the right size, making the sexy camisole stretch tautly over them. They looked ready to burst forth, as if trying to hook a man’s very soul away.

Sun Zhe sneakily glanced at Su Nanzhi’s flat stomach and sexy navel, and couldn’t stop his body from reacting below.

Damn... this accursed cultivation technique! he cursed inwardly, yet he maintained a professional expression. "Miss Su, please turn around and lift your hair. I’d like to see your back."

"..."

After a short while, Sun Zhe withdrew his gaze. "This is indeed Cold Debility Syndrome."

Su Nanzhi gracefully put her top back on, her fine brows knitted together. "You can diagnose Cold Debility Syndrome just by looking?"

Sun Zhe nodded with a smile. "Don’t worry, Miss Su. Although Cold Debility Syndrome is rare, it’s quite treatable. And since you’re still young, the root of the illness isn’t deep."

"I’ll write you a prescription. Take it home to brew the medicine, and drink it continuously for a week. You’ll make a full recovery."

Seeing Sun Zhe speak so nonchalantly, Su Nanzhi grew skeptical. The "Cold Debility Syndrome" that had stumped even renowned medical experts, including Gu Lingxue, could be cured by this man with a simple prescription? Was that even possible?

Noticing her doubt, Sun Zhe looked at her and said earnestly, "Miss Su, since I’m sitting in this chair, I am responsible for my words and actions. So, if you truly wish to be cured, you can give it a try. I know words are meaningless without proof, so let’s rely on the facts."

Hearing this, Su Nanzhi gave Sun Zhe a long, deep look and decided to trust him this one time. Regarding her illness, she had already lost all hope. Naturally, she wanted to seize any opportunity she could find.

"Alright. If your medicine truly cures my Cold Debility Syndrome, I will be sure to reward you handsomely."

"..."

A moment later, after Su Nanzhi had left with the prescription, Sun Zhe let out a long sigh. The sigh wasn’t out of lingering fear or nervousness, but because he had finally ended a certain kind of "torment." The aura emitted by Su Nanzhi, a sufferer of Cold Debility Syndrome, was fatally attractive to his Pure Yang Holy Body. Thus, in her presence, he was constantly enduring an agonizing trial.

Sun Zhe took a sip of water and turned to Meng Shiyang. "It seems you’ve known Miss Su for a long time, and you two are quite close."

Meng Shiyang smiled sweetly. "We’ve known each other since we were children. Sister Nanzhi is two years older than me, and our families are distantly related."

"I see."

"Master," Meng Shiyang asked worriedly, "are you really confident you can cure her... whatever-it’s-called syndrome?"

Sun Zhe smiled calmly. "You can ask me that again when you see the results."

Seeing his confidence, Meng Shiyang’s eyes filled with admiration and a touch of pride. She giggled shyly and changed the subject. "By the way, Master, your medical skills are so amazing, you can cure anything. Can you cure acne?"

"Acne?"

Without a word, Meng Shiyang took off her face mask. Sun Zhe looked closely and noticed a pea-sized pimple at the corner of her mouth.

"Isn’t that just a common inflammation?"

Meng Shiyang pouted her moist lips, looking aggrieved. "It hurts so much! I can’t even open my mouth wide to eat."

Sun Zhe examined it more carefully. "It’s already formed pus inside. It needs to be squeezed out. Then you can apply some of my ointment, and it’ll be gone by tomorrow."

"Hehe... then Master, you squeeze it for me! I really can’t bring myself to do it; it hurts too much."

Without thinking much of it, Sun Zhe nodded. "Alright, come over here, and I’ll squeeze it for you."

Meng Shiyang smiled sweetly. Her legs, clad in gray stockings, carried her cheerfully around to the other side of the desk, where she sat directly on Sun Zhe’s lap.

Startled by her sudden action, Sun Zhe froze. "Shiya, what are you doing?"

"I’m letting you squeeze my pimple. It’s easier for you this way, right?"

As she spoke, she frowned and wiggled her hips on Sun Zhe’s thighs. "Master," she asked curiously, "something’s poking me. It’s so hard. Is that your phone?"

"..."