Chapter Thirty-One: Tingling and Swelling

Lin Yang answered without hesitation, his movements as decisive as his words. Without the slightest pause, he turned on his heel and strode toward the door—his hand already reaching for the knob. There was no doubt he intended to leave.

Inside, Lin Yang was bristling with annoyance. Undress? Of course, that was fine! He could just stop treating her—why should he waste his vital energy, exhaust his spirit, and struggle to suppress the urges in his loins? Was that fair to him? And she—still being so coy, refusing this and that. Besides, he was a doctor, not someone who had never seen those round, plump things before. If she didn’t want him to look, then so be it.

“Don’t go.” If Bai Jing still couldn’t read Lin Yang’s intent from his actions, she’d be betraying her own sharp mind. A beautiful woman knows when to compromise. She quickly stepped forward, caught Lin Yang before he could exit, and with practiced ease, her other hand moved to the clasp at the back of her bra.

“I’ll do it.” The words caught in Bai Jing’s throat as she forced them out.

In the silent room, even the soft pop of a bra clasp coming undone was clearly audible.

Lin Yang, held in place by Bai Jing, naturally turned his head. The sight that met his eyes changed his expression in a thousand subtle ways—his gaze widened to nearly double its usual size.

A pair of snow-white, full, and splendidly shaped breasts, newly freed from their confines, surged forth—heaving and quivering, the twin rosy peaks swaying playfully with each breath.

Thus bared before Lin Yang, even though he had steeled himself beforehand, he found his mouth dry and his tongue tied, seized by a powerful urge to reach out and knead those tempting curves.

Beautiful—too beautiful, and damnably seductive. That was the only thought Lin Yang could form at that moment.

Feeling Lin Yang’s burning gaze, even the determined Bai Jing was overwhelmed with embarrassment. She nearly wanted to curse him as a lecher. Raising her hand to shield her chest, she coughed lightly to dispel the rising tide of desire she sensed in him.

“Can we begin?” Bai Jing’s voice carried a hint of anger. Was this really how one looked at a patient? He’d just claimed to have high moral standards, but look at him now—men are all the same. Never trust a man who says he’s not lustful; practice proves otherwise. You, sir, are one indeed.

“Yes, yes,” Lin Yang replied awkwardly, forcing a smile. He wished he could crawl into a hole and hide, but inside, he grumbled to himself: “How is this my fault? Who knew she’d undress without warning—and so decisively, too. Nearly gave me a heart attack.” This was a classic case of profiting and then feigning innocence.

Meanwhile, Tang Yixue and Zhu Yunyun, sipping tea in the living room, each drifted into private reverie.

The always straightforward Zhu Yunyun wondered if those two would go further—after the treatment, would they end up entwined in bed? It seemed only natural.

Beside her, Tang Yixue felt a strange sense of unease. The man she liked was alone with a woman whose beauty rivaled her own; they would be together in a room, perhaps even baring themselves. It was agony for her, and she couldn’t help but doubt Lin Yang’s immunity to such temptation.

Their eyes met briefly, and both women simply smiled, then turned their gaze back to the room where Lin Yang and Bai Jing had gone.

Lin Yang was hardly aware of how he had made his way to Bai Jing. The mere five centimeters separating them felt like an ordeal of blood and tears for him. His breath quickened. He drew a delicate throwing knife from his waist, studied it intently for some time, then carefully wiped off the bloodstains from earlier that day before sterilizing it with alcohol from Tang Yixue’s spare medical kit.

Because the nerves in the breast are highly sensitive, and anesthetics can damage them, after much discussion, Bai Jing astonishingly agreed to proceed without anesthesia. Lin Yang broke out in a cold sweat at her courage. The scar wasn’t huge, but its depth was uncertain—if it was more than a centimeter deep, the pain would be excruciating.

Very gently, he wiped the unsightly scar with a cotton pad, took a deep breath, and focused. The exquisite little knife hovered over the scar, then pressed down decisively.

A faint aura of vital energy enveloped the blade, allowing the incision to be made smoothly. The cut was as fine as a hair, but the bright red flesh was still faintly visible, and the needle-like pain made Bai Jing cry out involuntarily.

Her scream was long and piercing, so much so that the two women sitting on the sofa jumped to their feet, instinctively rushing toward the bedroom.

As they took their first steps, Tang Yixue reached out to stop Zhu Yunyun, who was about to bolt like an arrow from a bow. Seeing Zhu Yunyun’s puzzled look, Tang Yixue shook her head helplessly and explained, “Xiao Yang isn’t the type to act recklessly. Let’s wait a bit—if he doesn’t come out in five minutes, then we go in.”

The two women nodded silently and sat back down.

Strangely, Bai Jing proved remarkably resilient. After that first scream of pain, she uttered not another sound. There is a theory called ‘pain displacement,’ and it was fully displayed here.

If not for the five blood-red finger marks on Lin Yang’s left shoulder, no one would have imagined a girl’s grip could be so fierce. In her pain, Bai Jing had seized his shoulder with all her might, transferring her suffering directly onto him.

Given the sensitivity of the area, Lin Yang worked with extreme caution. However, his skillful hands were swift and precise; with the special properties of the hemostatic blade, not a single drop of blood escaped from Bai Jing’s chest.

Once he removed the last trace of necrotic tissue, applied the prepared golden silkworm powder, and bandaged the wound, Lin Yang didn’t even have the energy to admire the tempting sight before him. He collapsed back onto Tang Yixue’s soft bed, breathing heavily.

Focusing so intensely drains one quickly, and the loss of vital energy left Lin Yang dizzy. As soon as he relaxed his concentration, he simply fell back onto the bed.

“Lin Yang, are you alright? Don’t scare me.” Bai Jing, just finished fastening her bra, turned to see Lin Yang lying on the bed with his eyes closed. She paled and cried out in alarm.

The two women in the living room jumped up at the sound and rushed toward the bedroom.

The door, left ajar, was flung open with a loud bang as the two women burst in.

“What happened?” they asked in unison.

Bai Jing, frightened, pointed at Lin Yang, who was just struggling to sit up, making her meaning clear.

“Xiao Yang, are you alright?” Tang Yixue hurried forward to support him, her lovely eyes full of concern.

“I’m fine—just a bit exhausted from using too much energy and vital force.” Lin Yang replied with a playful grin, breathing in the faint scent of roses from Tang Yixue.

Worried about Lin Yang, the two women completely forgot about Bai Jing, who still sat nearby, upper body clad only in a bra, her ample curves exposed.

“Ah!” A startled cry finally drew their attention from Lin Yang.

“Bai Jing, now what? Stop making such a fuss,” Zhu Yunyun grumbled without turning around. When she finally did, she found Bai Jing wearing nothing but a black 34C bra, a hint of pink peeking through at the front. The contrast of black lace and pink skin was both cute and wild, and even Zhu Yunyun, proud of her own figure, was momentarily stunned.

Tang Yixue’s gaze followed, and her eyes widened in surprise as she realized Bai Jing was still undressed. She shot a fierce glare at Lin Yang, who was clearly trying to sneak another look, and moved to block his view completely before addressing Bai Jing: “Yes, what is it?”

Lin Yang, just sitting up, felt his heart skip a beat. Had he made a mistake? Was his reputation about to be ruined? Thinking back carefully, everything had gone smoothly. What had gone wrong? In his anxiety, he began to obsessively review every step in his mind.

“It’s tingling, swelling—the wound is healing. It’s a miracle, truly a miracle. It worked so quickly,” Bai Jing blurted out, as if unable to restrain herself.

Lin Yang, caught in his spiral of worry, finally let out a sigh of relief at her words. He glared at Bai Jing, who was still caressing her bandaged chest, and inwardly grumbled, “Damn it, you nearly scared me to death. My heart can’t take this.”

But the sight before him was so overwhelming that he couldn’t help but swallow hard and quickly avert his gaze, afraid he might lose control.

Fortunately, Bai Jing hadn’t let her joy get the better of her—she hurriedly dressed and, together with the other two women, left the bedroom.

Sitting on the couch, Bai Jing could not suppress her happiness; her brilliant smile betrayed her joy, and even her gaze at Lin Yang was filled with surprise, delight, and a touch of admiration. Such is a woman’s heart: show her a little kindness, and she’ll wish to repay it a hundredfold.

“Well, Bai Jing, do you believe in Xiao Yang’s medical skills now?” Zhu Yunyun’s words were full of praise for Lin Yang.

“Yes, I see him in a new light,” Bai Jing replied with a lovely smile, glancing at Lin Yang, who had his eyes closed in rest.

The two women chatted back and forth, almost forgetting the real protagonist.

Finally, as their conversation wound down and Lin Yang opened his eyes, Bai Jing seemed to have made up her mind. Fixing her gaze on him, she asked, “Xiao Yang, what are your plans next?”

Her question was abrupt and drew puzzled looks from all three.

Realizing her wording was off, Bai Jing slapped her forehead and, piece by piece, laid out the thoughts she’d just formed.

“Xiao Yang, this really is a rare opportunity,” Zhu Yunyun quickly agreed, nodding.

“Yes, it’s a very promising idea,” even Tang Yixue, usually so cautious, nodded in approval—something she rarely did.

“I think it’s a great suggestion too, but… do we really want to go through with it?” Lin Yang frowned and played dumb, asking the question.