Chapter 86: Saving the Beauties’ Bodies

"Are you certain? This wasn’t just a fit of bravado, was it?" Lin Yang asked with deliberate seriousness, looking up at Mrs. Jiang, whose cheeks were puffed tight with anger and whose eyes were wide with irritation.

"Come on! Stop with all the nonsense." Mrs. Jiang proved herself to be loyal enough, lifting her left hand to pull back the sleeve on her right arm and revealing a burn no larger than a thumbprint. Because her clothing was made of a sheer silk gauze, Lin Yang could only now make out the injury hidden beneath it.

Amid the excited cheers of the silly women around them, Lin Yang took a small, exquisite knife from his pocket, flicked it in front of Mrs. Jiang’s eyes, and said in a low voice, "It’s starting."

When they saw the delicate blade, the ladies all looked puzzled. Wasn’t there supposed to be a miracle cure? Why was a knife involved?

"Wa-wait a moment." At the sight of the bright, glinting little knife, Mrs. Jiang’s expression changed at once. She swallowed and asked uneasily, "Do we really have to do this?"

"What’s wrong? Scared now? It’s not too late to back out." Lin Yang sneered, inwardly cursing these wealthy women for losing their nerve at the crucial moment. It was only a little knife; he wasn’t trying to take their lives. What the hell were they afraid of?

"Um... no anesthetic?" Having undergone several cosmetic procedures before, Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. She worried that this boy was deliberately humiliating her—about to cut without even giving anesthesia? This was her body! What if he ruined her face and she could no longer show herself in public later in life?

Lin Yang spread his hands and gave a solemn, bitter smile. "No."

"It hurts?" Mrs. Jiang asked through clenched teeth. She now wanted nothing more than to strangle Lin Yang. Damn it, did he not have anesthesia, or did he simply choose not to use it? Did he think this was like cutting hair or trimming nails? No anesthetic meant slicing flesh from her body!

"What are you doing? Why are you pulling my hand back? Wait—give me the anesthesia first!" Seeing Lin Yang say nothing and simply tug her arm into place while he brandished the knife, Mrs. Jiang grew panicked, struggling and crying out in fear.

"If you keep moving, and I slip with the blade, don’t blame me." Lin Yang gave a cold warning, though his hands did not hesitate for an instant. In a flash, the knife moved with such effortless grace that he looked almost like a master artisan carving ice.

His threat worked; Mrs. Jiang immediately became obedient. Her aggrieved face was pitiable as she watched the crude little hooligan waving a knife over her arm. In her mind, this brazen, overbearing young man had become nothing less than a scoundrel. How could anyone treat a beautiful woman so roughly?

Tang Yixue said nothing. She watched carefully from the side, curious to see how Lin Yang would deal with the stubborn scar that already looked somewhat vicious.

The other ladies around them stared unblinkingly at Lin Yang’s uncanny handling of the blade. His movements were smooth and elegant—yes, elegant. That was what everyone thought, including the child clinging to his mother’s arms.

The little fellow seemed to have discovered a new world. His eyes followed the flashing knife without blinking, round and bright, and with his focused little expression he looked both adorable and comical.

Fearing that Mrs. Jiang might be horrified by the sight of her flesh being cut away bit by bit, Lin Yang held her wrist and turned his back to her. Thanks to that, she did not feel the urge to retch.

He removed the stubborn necrotic tissue, spread an even layer of gray medicinal powder over the wound, then casually covered it with a piece of tissue paper. With a grin, he said, "All done."

It had only taken two minutes, yet to everyone there it felt like an hour. Now that it was over so suddenly, they all stared in disbelief.

"That’s it?" Mrs. Jiang asked first, her lively eyes full of doubt. She said indignantly, "Young man, are you making a fool of me? I have to say, your little performance was quite something—but only in appearance."

She wasn’t angry without reason. In truth, she had not felt the slightest pain just now, so she naturally concluded that this young man was all show and no substance, bragging and tricking them with empty words.

What she had overlooked, however, was that the others around her were still staring, eyes wide, at the exquisite knife in his hand, as though spellbound.

"Ah! Blood!" Mrs. Jiang cried, covering her mouth when she saw the speckled trace of blood on the blade. Aside from her own blood, she could not imagine whose it could be—but she had felt no pain at all! Her mind went blank, as if it had run straight into a dead end.

Before she could ask another question, the stunned crowd came back to themselves and burst into applause, clapping enthusiastically for Lin Yang.

Especially the child, whose eyes sparkled with little stars. He looked ready to leap from his mother’s arms into Lin Yang’s.

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, can I borrow that little knife to play with?" he asked.

Children always knew how to say the sweetest things. Even if he had asked for a blade meant to kill, a softhearted person might have handed it over.

Lin Yang coughed lightly and said in a grave, fatherly tone, "Xiao Yu, this knife is too sharp. Another day, Uncle will give you a pretty one."

After coaxing the little fellow with a mix of persuasion and deception, Lin Yang turned to Mrs. Jiang, who was still caught between astonishment and fear. Glancing down at the digital watch in his hand, he asked with a playful smile, "So, Mrs. Jiang, do you feel anything now?"

"It’s numb... itchy, like ants crawling." As she spoke, Mrs. Jiang reached out to scratch the spot where the wound itched.

"Good, it’s taking effect. Don’t worry—go home and sleep tonight, and tomorrow it will be as good as new." Lin Yang clapped his hands and said with great confidence. Then his gaze settled on the lady whose injury had been caused by a poisonous branch.

With Lin Yang’s assurance, Mrs. Jiang was naturally overjoyed. Added to that was the clear sensation of itching and tingling in her hand; she knew the wound was growing new flesh. She was quite certain of that.

"Yours may take a bit more work. We’ll need to purge the toxins from the surface first. If the source of the poison isn’t removed, the root of the illness can never be cured." Lin Yang’s expression turned serious. Since the other woman did not even know what kind of poisonous branch had scratched her, he had no choice but to use his internal energy to drive out the toxin.

Half a minute to remove the necrotic skin from the wound, five minutes to force out the toxins before they spread too widely, ten seconds to bandage it up, and then, just as generously, a piece of tissue paper on top—Lin Yang finally exhaled, drenched in sweat.

Each use of his internal energy was exhausting, let alone forcing all the poison out in one go. If he paused even briefly in the middle, the remaining toxins would spread, and everything would have been for nothing.

With the firsthand experience of those two ladies, the rest of the women completely cast aside their doubts. One after another, they rushed forward, eager for Lin Yang to help remove the roots of their ailments.

Before long, apart from the lady seeking breast enhancement, everyone else had been treated by Lin Yang in turn. By the time he looked at the clock, an hour had already passed. The later he treated them, the more difficult each case became, so naturally the time required grew longer and longer.

In particular, the lady suffering from irregular menstruation and hormonal imbalance was a real headache. Not only did he have to use his energy to expel the toxins, he also had to nourish her damaged ovaries with it. It was a thankless, backbreaking chore. If not for the fact that he would need her for something later, he would never have done it no matter what.

Looking at the final lady—the one seeking breast enhancement—Lin Yang could not help but feel a little overwhelmed. In a sense, this was one of his specialties, but the key problem was that this was a major procedure. Without anesthesia, it simply could not be done. His Thirteen Blades of Heaven and Spirit had not yet reached the level where they could block the nervous system.

What’s more, this was a delicate operation requiring an incision around the areola or beneath the armpit. If anything went wrong, there could be lasting complications. That was precisely why he had never favored the risky method of filler-based augmentation. He preferred physical therapy and natural enhancement. Drinking papaya soup did, in fact, have some effect; otherwise, so many women would not have tried it.

Seeing Lin Yang hesitate, Mrs. Yang became somewhat confused. Being the blunt sort, she blurted out, "Xiao Yang, what’s wrong? Is there a problem? You can’t treat even my case?" As she spoke, her voice grew a little wronged. After all, a woman’s breasts were her second life.

The others, whose ailments had already been resolved, also looked at Lin Yang with curiosity, his face faintly flushed.

"Hahaha, Mrs. Yang, are you pretending to be silly, or are you really silly? Do you even know where it is you want to be cut? That little one over there is probably still an innocent egg, so how could he not be shy?" Mrs. Su, misunderstanding the situation, said teasingly without mercy. Her gaze shamelessly swept over the other woman’s ample chest, and she even reached out to poke one proud curve with a finger.

"Go, go, go, you shameless woman. Who’s as loose as you? Get away." Mrs. Yang swatted aside Mrs. Su’s lewd hand and puffed up her cheeks in annoyance. If there hadn’t been so many people around, the two of them would probably already have been tangled together, scratching and teasing one another.

"There’s no anesthetic here," Lin Yang said helplessly with a shrug and a wry smile. Then he added a line that was sure to infuriate anyone, "If you don’t mind pain, I don’t object."

"Then forget it. I’m very afraid of pain." She hastily moved away from Lin Yang—more precisely, away from the exquisite knife tightly held in his hand.

After an hour of nonstop work, Lin Yang was mentally and physically exhausted. Following some polite exchanges, the group finally left in profuse gratitude. Especially Mrs. Yang, who had not yet been successfully treated; she looked back again and again, reminding him insistently that she would come personally tomorrow for treatment. That made Lin Yang break into a sweat. That part of her body really was rather sensitive. Treating another woman’s sensitive areas in the home of his own woman—what an absurd situation.

With a sigh, after sending off that pack of predatory, wolfish ladies, Lin Yang collapsed onto the sofa, leaning his head back in lazy sprawl and looking at Tang Yixue, who was smiling at him.

"How was it? Being flattered by so many beautiful women felt pretty good, didn’t it?" Tang Yixue asked with a smile.

Lin Yang gave a faint bitter smile. Just hearing that, he knew she had fallen into the vinegar jar.

Yes, being admired by so many lovely women did feel rather good—but he had paid plenty for it too. It was only fair exchange.

After his body returned to normal, Lin Yang slipped on his slippers and, to Tang Yixue’s shy, soft moans, led her into the bathroom. They took another bath together, and of course he did not forget to indulge in some unsuitable primitive exercise, once more soothing Tang Yixue’s body. After chatting for a while and seeing the sky grow dim, he finally dressed reluctantly and prepared to leave.

He was afraid of coming home too late and giving that little troublemaker, Leng Nini, another chance to wag her tongue and accuse him of chasing women outside. Besides, Zhang Zifeng’s condition was not encouraging either; at any moment he might have another attack. It was indeed a troublesome matter.

But just as he stood up, the ringtone of his phone suddenly rang sharply from his pocket.