Jiǔ Yé has his own private hospital, but Wáng Yǔ doesn't want to trouble him too much. Today, being able to bring someone in is already an exception; going further into the private hospital of a Harmonious Way nature might stir up gossip.

  Wang Yu got off the ambulance and ordered people to grab a few bottles of glucose water and needles from the ambulance, then checked into a four-star hotel in the northern district, preparing to stay there for the night.

  The North District is the territory of Jiuye, and this hotel is also taken care of by Jiuye's people, so Wang Yu can live here with peace of mind. Today's incident has caused a big stir, and if it falls into the eyes of someone who cares, they may come after him. The person who assassinated him last time has not been found yet, just like he vanished into thin air, which makes Wang Yu feel somewhat uneasy in his heart.

  On the large bed in the hotel, Wang Yu put Qinglian there and hung the glucose bottle on a simple stand. There were only two people in the room, listening to Qinglian's slightly rapid breathing, Wang Yu couldn't help but glance at her several times.

  She had only a few strips of evening dress silk wrapped around her peaks, without revealing the pink glow. However, due to the continuous excitement of her body, the protruding points were extremely eye-catching. In the rapid breathing, sweat rolled through the gap between the twin peaks, across the smooth and flat abdomen like satin, and gathered in the lovely small navel.

  Due to severe dehydration, she was still pursing her lips in a coma, trying to moisten her dry and cracked lips. Wang Yu brought over a cup of water and poured some onto her lips, but it all flowed out.

  "President, I'm not trying to take advantage of you, just helping you drink water, afraid that you'll die from dehydration. As a doctor, there's no gender in my eyes, although you're a beauty, in my eyes... you're still a beauty." Wang Yu took a sip of water and gently pressed it onto her lips, slowly feeding it to her.

  Wang Yu thought of himself as a gentleman who would not take advantage of someone in a vulnerable position, especially not a beautiful woman. However, just after feeding her one mouthful, and before his lips had even left hers, Qinglian suddenly woke up from the refreshing coolness of the water source.

  She opened her dazed eyes, tightly hugged Wang Yu, and greedily sucked on his mouth, not letting him leave. She shouted like a starving person: "Water!", "I want water!". Her movements were extremely awkward, even somewhat anxious and savage, her small tongue frantically searching in Wang Yu's mouth for more water sources.

  Obviously, the medicine hadn't worn off yet and she was still dazed, but surprisingly more clear-headed than when she first saw Wang Yu. "Beautiful woman, how could you kiss me? This is someone else's first kiss, you have to take responsibility for it." Wang Yu pushed away Leng Yan with a mix of sadness, anger, and panic, almost suffocating. It's said that women are like water that can be both calm and turbulent, and the colder they appear, the more passionate they are in private - this saying is indeed true.

  Wang Yu felt his mouth being sucked dry, and he hastily handed over the cup. Leng Yan downed a whole glass of water in one gulp, her eyes narrowed as she sat on the bed, her body still shaking uncontrollably. The last remaining piece of cloth on her body was also torn off, and some blood-curdling sounds echoed through the bedroom, disrupting Wang Yu's tranquility. "Is this beastly or not?" Wang Yu looked at Leng Yan, who was lying on the bed, white as a flower, curled up into a ball, and issuing the most primitive of invitations. He hesitated.

  Just as I was hesitating, Leng Yan rolled off the bed.

  She seemed to sense Wang Yu's presence, and she hugged his leg, mumbling something unclear in her mouth, almost pulling down the simple frame used for intravenous infusion.

  6th floor?

  One hug, one hand, the water is clear. Wang Yu's painful groans a few times, and he finds himself really worse than a beast. Every time he wants to take action, he thinks of what she said to him when she was sober and aware. She doesn't want to be controlled by drugs, she doesn't want to be dominated by drugs, and naturally, she doesn't want a man to ruin her body at this time.

  She tore a strip of cloth, and tied up the struggling Leng Yan. To prevent her from moving around, Wang Yu adopted a back-binding method. Her legs were bound at the ankles, with her knees bent to tie the towel on her ankles to the one on her wrists. Leng Yan was facing upwards, her hands and feet pressed under her body, so although she arched her chest and shook her head wildly, it didn't stop Wang Yu from using his needle.

  When Wang Yu picked up the silver needle, he found that this posture was too evil. The state had tied it so smoothly, as if it was referring to a certain foreign film, and the binding technique was between amateur and professional.

  With both hands manipulating the needles, one needle pierced her lower abdomen while the other simultaneously pierced the root of her leg. With both hands operating the needles, it was somewhat difficult. As she manipulated the needles, Wang Yu focused all her attention and concentrated her spirit, gathering all the strength in her body onto the two needles.

  Two needles, one hot and one cold, jumping in the meridians. First use the strong needle to drain the evil fire from her body, then use the soothing needle to calm the mind and spirit. One yin and one yang, yin and yang mutually transform, so each treatment only needs to simultaneously insert two needles at a time, this is the essence and principle of Bian Que's yin-yang needle.

  The medical skills of the Heavenly Dynasty had another name in ancient times, called the Qi Huang Technique. Qi refers to Qi Bo, and Huang refers to Huang Di, these two are the founders of traditional Chinese medicine in the Heavenly Dynasty, later generations of doctors respected them, combining the first character of their names, passed down from generation to generation.

  After two injections, the cold and stern cries gradually weakened, the frequency of body tremors also decreased, as if fainting, a large piece of the bed sheet under her was wet.

  Wang Yu put away the needle and didn't dare to look at her again, covering her with a blanket to prevent her from catching a chill. Shan Xi was exhausted to the point of near collapse, but he didn't dare sleep, watching as the bottle of glucose dripped empty, then replacing it with a new one.

  It's not okay if no one is watching when dripping liquid, it will be troublesome if blood returns.

  After propping himself up for half an hour, Wang Yu almost fell asleep several times and gave Leng Yan another cup of water. He pulled out the needle and fell asleep beside Leng Yan. There was only one bed, and Wang Yu didn't want to compromise himself.

  Wang Yu was dreaming, and in his dream, Leng Yan was scolding him severely, saying he was shameless and worse than a beast. He felt that he had suffered so much for her sake, enduring all sorts of trials, and was practically a saint reborn, a reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, yet he was still being scolded?

  Not only was he scolded, but also beaten. Bang, bang, bang, bang, several elbows were hit on his shoulders and ribs. Wang Yu let out a miserable cry and woke up from his sleep.

  As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a cold and arrogant gaze, with a fierce killing intent in her eyes. Compared to Wang Yu's killing aura, hers was simply insignificant, like a small witch seeing a great witch, unseen by anyone.

  Her hands and feet were bound, the towel was soaked with sweat again, her husband struggled incessantly. Chong Chun Quan master was good at inch force, her hands were tied up, her elbows could also hit Wang Yu, who was beaten to the point of being unable to bear it, woke up from his dream. "What do you want to do, you crazy woman?" Wang Yu threw off the quilt and scolded the woman who attacked him for no reason.

  It's fine if you don't repay kindness, but attacking yourself in your sleep is too much. You've lost out on believing her, loving her, and sharing a bed with her, only to find that she has a heart full of venom, turning against you the moment she wakes up. Wang Yu feels deeply hurt, his little heart almost jumping out of his body.

  It didn't hurt, nor was it angry, but when the quilt was lifted, Leng Yan was tied up naked, her face full of shame and anger, loudly scolding Wang Yu. "You're shameless, despicable!" I let you save me, don't ruin my body, what have you done?" Leng Yan woke up to find herself bound in such a humiliating position, her body completely under someone else's control, how could her proud heart accept it? The more ashamed she was, the more fiercely she struggled, the more intense the terrifying feeling spread throughout her body. It was this fearful change that made her hysterical, constantly attacking Wang Yu.

  Looking at this perfect body without any excess flesh, and this woman who combines ice and flame, Wang Yu roars with anger. "I've never hit a woman before, but don't challenge my patience to the limit." Wang Yu stands on the bed, pointing at Leng Yan and shouting, "Last night I led thousands of people into the Imperial Club, rescued you from Yan Hu and Ye An Hao, and hundreds of my subordinates were injured. The hospitals in the city were busy all night with emergency rescues, and the morgue was filled to capacity."

  Leng Yan looks disbelieving, "Is it really that brutal?" Wang Yu continues, "After I rescued you, I invited several top doctors, but they said your injuries were too severe. At a critical moment, I used my incredible needle technique to pull you back from the gates of hell." He points at the silver needle on the bedside table.

  Leng Yan's eyes turn icy again, her killing intent stronger than before. "You rescued me, but instead of being grateful, you attacked me. A woman like you doesn't deserve a good man like me to love." Wang Yu's anger has not dissipated, and Leng Yan's figure is indeed perfect, worthy of a martial arts expert.

  Leng Yan wants to go to the bathroom, having been given two bottles of glucose and drinking two bags of saline solution, but she really can't hold it in anymore. "Let me go, I want to get dressed." Wang Yu says, "If I let you go, can you promise to be calm? Promise not to hit me or scold me or attack me, promise to protect me and care for me and listen to my commands, never to be my enemy again?"

  Leng Yan's eyes are already spitting fire. "If you don't let me go, I swear I'll castrate you." Wang Yu says with a heroic expression, willing to risk his life, "Good, I'll believe you one more time." He carefully unties the cloth strips binding Leng Yan's hands and feet.

  In fact, he was just lamenting in his heart that from now on, there would be fewer opportunities to see the cold and beautiful perfect body.

  Her feet were free, and she stretched out her beautiful straight legs, letting the blood flow smoothly. Her hands were free, but they crazily attacked Wang Yu.

  Wang Yu wanted to resist, but found that her movements were as fast as lightning, with a series of swift and varied punches, each one carrying explosive power, leaving Wang Yu no chance to resist, and she was caught by the throat. "Tell me what happened after I fainted, truthfully, without adding any nonsense like Zhou You did. If you dare to do that again, I won't mind killing you, and then dealing with Yan Hu and Ye An Hao's scum. Of course, I won't let that scoundrel who drugged me off the hook either."

  What is this?

  I'm not saying anything, but you know what I want.