Chapter 142: Quite Well-Endowed!

"Despicable," Li said fiercely as she saw Qin Luo out.

"What?" Qin Luo asked, pretending not to understand.

"Do you think I don't know your sordid little thoughts?" Li glared at Qin Luo and said angrily.

"Sordid thoughts? Does Junior Sister perhaps have some misunderstanding about me?" Qin Luo managed to keep his composure and asked. Since he was now the Dragon King's disciple, the Dragon King's adopted daughter was naturally his junior sister. Or perhaps, younger sister?

"Are you going to dare say you didn't deliberately try to become my adoptive father's disciple?" Li simply laid the matter out in the open.

"I did it on purpose," Qin Luo said frankly.

"——" Why did this bastard actually admit it just like that?

"The master is a man of vast knowledge and extraordinary skill. More importantly, his indomitable heart of calm composure in the face of cruel reality is something that inspires secret admiration."

"He has both character and virtue, and he always lifts up the younger generation. Although he is seriously ill and bedridden, he still retains an awe-inspiring presence. After just a few words of guidance from him, I have benefited immensely in a short time. How could such a person not be worthy of me taking him as my master? How could someone not willingly take him as master?"

"But——"

"Although I had the intention to become his disciple, I also have the sincere desire to care for him. With the master now bedridden, I am burning with anxiety. As a disciple, all I can do is use what I have learned to cure the master. Even if my skills are lacking and I cannot cure the master's illness, I will certainly stay by his sickbed to serve him attentively and fulfill a disciple's duty."

"——" Li realized that if she said anything more, it would be sheer impiety.

How could she refuse when a person who was so deeply loyal, righteous, and skilled in medicine was begging and crying to become her adoptive father's disciple?

It was the first time she realized that playing dirty could reach such a refined level.

Clearly, he just wanted to learn other people's kung fu and earn their credentials. Yet coming from his mouth, it seemed to take on a completely different flavor, turning him into a truly steadfast gentleman of noble character who was willing to sacrifice and give of himself.

"Knives are still more useful," Li thought, rapidly spinning a small blade in her hand.

If she found someone an eyesore, she would just slice out their tongue. Why would she need to listen to all this nonsense of his?

The moment she saw Li playing with the knife, Qin Luo retreated far away. Blades have no eyes; if she 'accidentally' poked a couple of holes in his body, he would suffer a huge loss.

Looking at her right hand playing with the knife, Qin Luo tried to flatter her, "Junior Sister, we're all family now. It would be too absurd to keep doing business with you. Come, let me treat your right hand. What girl doesn't love being beautiful?"

Indeed. What girl doesn't love being beautiful?

Therefore, at that moment, even though Li desperately wanted to say something like "Who cares about you" to refuse him.

By some strange twist of fate, she still nodded and said, "Follow me."

Li led Qin Luo through the woods to the small building where the medical experts had first gathered for meetings. Instead of entering that building, she walked further left, passed a small flower bed, and stopped in front of a white European-style small building.

Li entered a series of passwords into the electronic lock at the entrance, and the iron gate clicked open.

She pulled the door open and said to Qin Luo, "Come in."

"You live here?" Qin Luo asked, looking at the two-story building before him.

"Yes. When I'm not on assignment, I live here," Li said.

"Assignment? What assignment?" Qin Luo asked curiously.

Li only then realized she had let something slip. She glanced at Qin Luo and said nothing more.

"The environment is really nice," Qin Luo said, gazing at the towering mountain nearby. Nowadays, many people could afford to buy a house in the city center. However, very few had the wealth to buy a villa in the suburbs surrounded by mountains and water.

The interior decoration style greatly surprised Qin Luo; it felt very cozy and modern. Hardwood floors, a high-hanging crystal chandelier, grid-patterned stylish sofas, a large-screen LCD television, and modern technological items like a laptop were quite different from the antique style at the Dragon King's place.

"Take off your shoes," Li said, turning back to Qin Luo, who was standing there looking around.

"Oh, right," Qin Luo realized he had walked in wearing his shoes. Meanwhile, Li had already kicked off her little leather boots and was stepping on the floor with bare feet.

Running back to the entryway to take off his shoes, Qin Luo re-entered the living room to find Li sitting on the sofa holding a laptop, playing a gun battle game.

Qin Luo didn't understand such advanced computer knowledge; he only saw Li holding a pistol and charging toward the enemy camp. Her marksmanship was terrifyingly accurate, and her movements were bizarre. Almost every shot hit an enemy right in the head.

When the bullets in her pistol ran out, she discarded the gun, charged straight in with a dagger, and started stabbing and stabbing until she killed her opponent—this woman was just as violent inside a game.

In a short while, a match ended.

"What game is this?" Qin Luo asked with great interest.

"CS."

"Oh," Qin Luo nodded. "What kind of game is CS?"

"——"

Seeing Li rolling her eyes at him, Qin Luo figured his question might be a bit too naive. He smiled and explained, "I only got the chance to come into contact with these high-tech things when I came to Yanjing this time. Back home, my grandfather wouldn't allow me to use these radiation-emitting appliances."

"CS stands for Counter-Strike, and its Chinese name is 'Counter-Terrorist Elite'."

"Can you teach me?" Qin Luo asked, his face full of anticipation.

"I can. But you seem to have forgotten why you came here," Li said, pointing to her right hand.

"Oh, right," Qin Luo suddenly remembered. Even though he was a super computer dummy, no one could stop his burning passion for the relentless pursuit of high tech. "Then let's treat your illness first. Once it's healed, you can teach me."

When talking about his professional field, Qin Luo recovered his normal intelligence. He said to Li, "Get some alcohol ready. A blade. Sterile cotton, and a basin of warm water."

This time Li didn't argue; she quickly went and prepared everything Qin Luo had requested.

"Take off your gloves. Give me your hand," Qin Luo said.

"Why should I give you my hand?"

"If you don't give me your hand, how am I supposed to examine your wound?" Qin Luo said helplessly. Why was this woman's defensive instinct so strong?

Haven't you ever heard the saying? If the doctor tells you to eat, you eat. If the doctor tells you to sleep, you sleep. Joking with a doctor is equivalent to joking with your own life.

Do you dare to joke with your life? You wouldn't dare, right?

Only then did Li take off her gloves and hand her injured right hand to Qin Luo.

Qin Luo touched the scar with his hand; it had already formed a hard scab. In other words, the dead skin over the wound had become part of her body.

Qin Luo pressed down firmly and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No."

Qin Luo applied more force and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"No way? Is your right hand completely devoid of sensation?" Qin Luo felt something was a bit off. Had all the nerve endings in her right hand completely vanished?

If not for the scar on her hand, he would have just bitten down on it.

"You're the one devoid of sensation. What does this kind of pain even count for? Usually we——never mind. I know what you mean. I can feel the pain, but to me, this pain is within a tolerable range," Li said.

"That's good then," Qin Luo nodded. "I need to cut away this layer of dead skin first. Then I'll apply the medicine for you."

"Understood," Li said, handing the blade to Qin Luo, "Go ahead and cut."

Qin Luo sterilized the blade, aimed at her wound, and prepared to cut down.

"Wait," Li suddenly said, retracting her hand.

"What is it?" Qin Luo asked.

"You aren't planning to deliberately take revenge on me, are you?" Li asked vigilantly. This fellow was too petty. She had said a couple of things to him yesterday, and immediately he started ordering her around to do this and that.

Just now she had called him despicable again, so it was entirely possible that he was holding a grudge and would use the excuse of treatment to slice her a few times.

Heaven and earth as witness, Qin Luo swore by his profession. How could he possibly have such a—well, alright, he admitted that he *had* thought about it. But that was just thinking; such a thing could never happen in reality.

He was a doctor with medical ethics; how could he ever make a joke of a patient's body?

"How could I possibly be the kind of person you think I am?"

"Highly suspicious."

"Since that's what you think, I won't treat you then." Qin Luo placed the blade into the basin of warm water and prepared to stand up and leave.

"Fine. I wronged you," Li grabbed Qin Luo's hand.

"Apologize." Qin Luo stood there unmoving. Did you think beauties could just say whatever they wanted? I am not the kind of man who can be easily seduced by beauty.

"Sorry," Li rolled her eyes at Qin Luo and said.

Qin Luo was amused. These women were truly interesting. Such a proud, violent woman could actually lower herself to a humble apology just to become a little more beautiful.

Qin Luo sat down, retrieved the blade from the water basin, sterilized it with alcohol once more, placed Li's hand over the edge of the water basin, and prepared to use the blade.

He tried a few times, but still couldn't bring himself to cut down.

"Do you want some local anesthesia?" Qin Luo asked. "Or should I use acupuncture to numb it for you?"

"Just cut."

"It's going to hurt."

"It won't."

"I'm the one watching, and *it* hurts."

"——"

Li took the blade herself, started from the edge of the scar, and shaved downward in one stroke. She slowly carved downward, much like paring a wormhole out of an apple.

Blood flowed like a stream, and the crimson blood dripped into the basin of warm water, sending up ripples of tiny bubbles. That half-basin of warm water was quickly dyed red by the fresh blood.

Li looked calm and expressionless. There wasn't even a trace of pain on her face.

Qin Luo, standing to the side, felt his scalp tingle. Was this woman a robot?

"A woman who can be this ruthless to herself, if she were to deal with others——" Thinking of this, Qin Luo involuntarily broke out in goosebumps.

As soon as Li finished picking away that piece of dead skin, Qin Luo quickly poured the Golden Chrysalis Muscle-Nurturing Powder he had prepared beforehand onto her wound.

Although the bleeding stopped very promptly, Qin Luo's heart ached bitterly. Her wound was too large, and it consumed too much powder. Every bit of this stuff used was a bit less left, and it would probably run out soon.

"This amazing?" Li looked at the wound on the back of her hand, which had stopped bleeding, and was greatly surprised.

"The even more amazing part is yet to come. In a few days, your wound will fully recover. It won't be any different from before. It's just that the new skin will be very tender and will need a bit more care, that's all," Qin Luo said proudly. As a doctor, his happiness stemmed precisely from this.

"Is that so?" Li pondered, as if about to make a huge decision.

"Help me treat this place too." As she spoke, she had already pulled down the zipper of her leather jacket, exposing the black undergarment and white breasts beneath.

This woman was quite well-endowed!