"Oh!" Qiu Hong cried out in a playful scold, plopping down onto the ground. She clutched her right ankle, her face contorting in pain before tears began to stream down her cheeks.
For a stunning beauty like her to cry so tenderly before a man was incredibly potent. Yun Zhan quickly stepped forward.
"Miss, are you alright?" he asked with concern.
"My... my ankle is sprained," Qiu Hong sobbed.
Faced with such a gorgeous woman, and inhaling the alluring fragrance emanating from her, Yun Zhan found it difficult to resist. His mind quickly wandered.
"Miss, let me take a look!"
With that, he reached out and touched Qiu Hong's ankle. Whether his intention was to take advantage or genuinely examine her injury was self-evident.
"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Qiu Hong quickly pulled her foot back, feigning a coy complaint.
"Uh, Miss, your ankle is indeed sprained, and quite severely. If it's not treated immediately, it might swell up like a steamed bun by tonight. Not only will it be excruciatingly painful, but you might not be able to put any weight on it for several days."
"Oh dear, what should I do... why is my life so difficult?" Qiu Hong wore a sorrowful expression.
"How about this, Miss? I happen to be a sports medicine expert, and I'm very skilled at treating injuries like sprains and bruises.
If you don't mind, you could come to my room. It's very close. I have some special liniment there, and I can give you a massage and set the bone. It will help your foot recover quickly, at the very least allowing you to walk normally without so much pain..."
Yun Zhan's words were half truth, half fabrication. He was no sports medicine expert, but when it came to sprains and bruises, he could indeed cure them with ease.
For martial artists, injuries were common. If not treated promptly, minor injuries could affect the efficiency of continued cultivation and practice, while severe ones could lead to hidden ailments.
These hidden injuries might seem insignificant in youth, but as they accumulated over time, or when one fell ill or suffered further injuries, they could erupt, leading to death.
In fact, this wasn't limited to China's martial arts world. Even foreign fighters, like Muay Thai practitioners, often suffered from serious illnesses, paralysis, or sudden death in their forties and fifties.
Therefore, the vast majority of martial artists possessed extensive experience in dealing with common ailments like sprains and bruises.
"This... it might not be convenient. I'll just call 120..."
Qiu Hong politely refused Yun Zhan's offer and tried to stand up. However, as soon as her foot touched the ground, she cried out in pain and sat back down.
"It hurts so much..."
"Madam, this is Beijing, and it's currently rush hour. Even if you call an ambulance, it will take an hour or two to arrive. By then, your ankle will be swollen, and the pain will be immense."
"Ah? What should I do? I'm so afraid of pain..."
Just then, the elevator stopped on a floor near the top. Seizing the opportunity, Yun Zhan said, "Miss, my room is on this floor, very close to the elevator.
Let me help you with your injury. Don't worry, a quick massage with my special liniment will ease the pain, at the very least, you'll be able to walk normally."
"Then... alright!"
Qiu Hong feigned hesitation for a long time before finally agreeing. In reality, this was a tactic of playing hard to get.
Yun Zhan leaned down, allowing Qiu Hong to rest her arm on his shoulder, and then casually put his arm around her waist.
Her slender waist, like a willow, fit perfectly in his grasp. The sensation was incredible. Especially up close, the fragrance of the woman intoxicated him further, his eyes becoming fixated.
Thus, supported by Yun Zhan, Qiu Hong arrived at his room. Yun Zhan even went back to retrieve her broken high-heeled shoe.
"Thank you, Big Brother..." Qiu Hong smiled, casting a flirtatious glance at Yun Zhan. The power of that glance was immense, and Yun Zhan's eyes glazed over, losing his train of thought.
Qiu Hong stood up and walked towards the door. Her foot was perfectly fine. As the door opened, a woman who bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Qiu Hong in appearance and figure entered. However, this woman lacked Qiu Hong's stunning beauty and aura.
"Haitang, this person is yours. You know what to do!"
"Don't worry, Sister Hong. I know my limits!"
Qiu Hong left the room, and the door closed. Soon after, unspeakable sounds emanated from within the room!
The next morning, when Yun Zhan awoke, the person by his side had already vanished.
Last night had been incredibly wild. The woman had been full of surprises, making Yun Zhan feel like a stud who had performed eight times in one night. Now, he felt utterly drained.
He had no idea that the woman named Haitang, who had replaced Qiu Hong, was from Misty Rain Pavilion. She was also a top performer at a nightclub in the capital, possessing masterful skills in dealing with men.
He picked up his watch and glanced at it. His body trembled. It was already 11 AM, and he had an appointment at the Long family's estate at 9 AM to teach Long Lingxin the profound art of flying swords.
Helplessly, he quickly called Long Lingxin, offering profuse apologies and explanations. He claimed he had been too engrossed in his cultivation practice last night and had overslept, which finally earned him Long Lingxin's forgiveness. One had to remember that this Miss Long was the pampered darling of the Long family, showered with affection, and her temper was far from mild.
Sitting in the car, he reminisced about the enchanting night, the experience truly unforgettable. However, there was one thing that bothered him: no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall the specific appearance of the woman from last night.
About an hour later, the car arrived at the Long family's estate. He got out of the car in the parking lot, intending to walk in as usual. However, at that moment, the Long family's guards suddenly appeared and blocked his path.
"What are you doing! Don't you know who I am?" Yun Zhan demanded indignantly.
The guard's face showed a hint of difficulty.
"Young Master Yun, we know your identity, of course. However, Lord Long Ming has just issued an order that even if you arrive, you must announce yourself before entering the Yun family's estate. Please be patient for a moment while I make a call!"
Despite his immense displeasure, since the guard had spoken, and this was the Long family's territory, Yun Zhan could only endure it!
He waited there for over twenty minutes before he saw his fiancée, Long Lingxin, running towards him, carrying a precious sword.
At first, Yun Zhan paid it no mind. He assumed Long Lingxin was diligently practicing her martial arts. However, when Long Lingxin reached him, before he could even greet her, she raised the sword in her hand and thrust it towards his chest!
"Holy crap!"
This sudden attack instantly stunned Yun Zhan.