154: Give the Empress an injection

The Imperial Capital, Vermilion Bird Street.

As the heart of the Great Qian Divine Dynasty, it truly lived up to its reputation as a paradise ruled by women. The streets were wide, and most of those passing by were women in brocade robes, riding tall horses with heroic and spirited bearings. In contrast, the men mostly walked with their heads bowed or followed behind those noblewomen and powerful ladies like subordinates. The air was thick with the scent of cosmetics and spices, yet it could not mask the underlying corruption of power beneath this prosperous age.

Lin Chen stood on a street corner, looking at a slightly dilapidated shop not far away, and nodded with satisfaction.

“This is the place.” Lin Chen pointed to the old building draped in cobwebs and turned to say to Yao Linger behind him.

Yao Linger had changed into an elegant, moon-white long dress, her face veiled in light gauze, leaving only a pair of eyes as clear as autumn waters visible. She timidly clutched the corner of Lin Chen's clothes. In this bustling and noisy capital, such a crowded scene made the “successor of Medicine King Valley,” who grew up in the deep mountains, feel extremely uncomfortable.

“Mas... Brother Lin, it’s too chaotic here.” Yao Linger muttered softly.

Meanwhile, in the shadows nearby, a woman dressed in inconspicuous black clothes and wearing a bamboo hat stood leaning against a wall. Although her attire was low-key, her straight, slender legs and the sharp Killing Intent that was hard to hide even when deliberately restrained identified her as Red Makeup Ye.

“Although this area is remote, it is not far from the West City where the powerful and noble reside.” Red Makeup Ye lowered her voice, her tone carrying a trace of lingering bashfulness and deep submission. “I will arrange for the Scarlet Blood Guards to provide protection in the shadows. You may cause as much trouble as you wish.”

Lin Chen chuckled and reached back to pat Red Makeup Ye’s firm waist, causing the Valkyrie’s delicate body to tremble, though she did not dare to resist.

Three days later, a pitch-black plaque was hung over the main entrance—【Heavenly Physician Hall】.

The people of the capital soon discovered that this medical hall was very strange. The nominal resident divine doctor was the white-clad woman who seemed cold as frost and never spoke a word. However, the one who actually received guests was a handsome young gentleman with exceptional looks and a faint, mischievous smile always playing on his lips.

What was even more outrageous was that the medical hall established three rules: First, it only treated difficult and complicated cases; those with common headaches or fevers should get lost to the street opposite. Second, it was limited to three patients per day; not a single one more would be seen. Third, if Assistant Lin felt you lacked 'affinity,' no amount of gold would buy a cure.

“Is this man insane? In this capital, he dares to make demands of women?” “He is truly handsome, though. With that physique, if he were taken as a male concubine... tsk tsk.” Many noblewomen passing by were pointing and whispering. In Great Qian, they were used to submissive men; a man like Lin Chen, who exuded arrogance from his very bones, instantly piqued their primal desire for conquest.

But in this world, there are always those who like to use violence to assert their status.

“Who is the person in charge here? Get out here for this Young Miss!”

A sharp shout accompanied the crack of a long whip, and the wooden door of the Heavenly Physician Hall was violently shattered.

The newcomer was a woman wearing a fiery red cloud-brocade short skirt, about twenty years old, with pretty features but a face full of hostility. Behind her followed eight burly female servants, each with a strong aura, clearly trained martial artists.

This woman was named Su Man, the only daughter of the current Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Relying on her family's power, she had always been tyrannical in the capital.

“Where did this wild man come from, daring to play 'hunger marketing' here?” Su Man strode into the hall and kicked over the medicine cabinet Lin Chen had just arranged, her contemptuous gaze falling on Lin Chen. “You do look decent. I suppose you’re using this method to get my attention? Fine, stop pretending. Come back to my manor with me. As long as you serve me well, what does it matter if I give you this shop?”

Yao Linger was so frightened she hid behind Lin Chen, her small face pale.

Lin Chen, however, didn't even lift his head, continuing to methodically sort the medicinal herbs in his hands.

“If you want treatment, go line up. If you're looking for a man, go to the Spring Breeze Pavilion on the next street. This is a place for healing the sick and saving lives.” Lin Chen’s voice was flat, yet it carried a chill that made one's entire body go cold.

“Audacious!” The female servants behind Su Man immediately prepared to strike.

Su Man sneered and stopped her servants, looking Lin Chen up and down critically. “Healing the sick? You, a plaything kept by women? I think this hall of yours is just a den of thieves for swindling money! Men, smash it!”

The moment the servants were about to move, Lin Chen suddenly looked up. His pitch-black eyes swept over Su Man's body like a sharp blade, finally fixing on her tightly bound lower abdomen.

“Eldest Miss Su, I find it necessary to remind you of something.” A cruel arc curled at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth. “Instead of having time to throw a tantrum here, you’d better worry about your own life first. After all, when something like the ‘Hehuan Gu’ acts up, it doesn't just take your life—it drives you to despair.”

The entire place instantly fell into a dead silence.

Su Man’s arrogant face turned as pale as paper in an instant.

“You... how do you know...” Her voice trembled, and even the long whip in her hand fell to the ground.

Recently, a truly unspeakable and strange thing had indeed happened to her. Every night at the Hour of the Rat, her most private and delicate area would experience an intense itch and heat, as if being gnawed by ten thousand insects. She had sought out countless famous doctors and even invited female imperial physicians, but those people could find no cause other than saying she was 'unsatisfied.'

That feeling made her act like a dissolute woman every night, frantically pleasuring herself or even self-mutilating on her bed until she bled, just to find a slight bit of relief.

“Hehuan Gu. It flares up at the Hour of the Rat, starting with itching and followed by heat. After three days, the skin rots. After seven days, your intestines will rupture and you will die.” Lin Chen stood up, approaching Su Man step by step.

As he drew closer, Su Man felt an irresistible masculine pressure. This daughter of a Vice Minister, who was usually so aggressive outside, was now shivering under Lin Chen’s gaze like a child who had done something wrong.

“Save... save me...” Su Man’s legs gave way, and she actually knelt down in public, clutching Lin Chen’s trouser leg tightly, her eyes filled with pleading. “As long as you can cure me, I’ll do anything you ask!”

The noblewomen who were originally watching the show were completely stunned. This was the daughter of a Vice Minister, actually kneeling before a man to beg for help?

“If you want medical treatment, then you must act like a patient.” Lin Chen looked down at her, tilting her chin up with his finger. “Go to the inner room and strip. Linger, prepare the needles.”

Su Man didn't dare say another word and scrambled into the inner room... Inside, the candlelight was dim.

Yao Linger was behind a screen preparing medicine with her head down, while Su Man was already lying on the wooden couch, which wasn't particularly wide.

By now, she had completely lost her previous arrogance. Due to fear and the impending flare-up of the abnormality within her body, her voluptuous figure was trembling slightly in the air.

“Divine... Divine Doctor Lin...” The way she looked at Lin Chen had shifted from contempt to extreme longing.

“Shut up.” Lin Chen snorted coldly.

He walked to the couch, his gaze like a torch. To save her life, Su Man had already followed his instructions and removed her expensive dress.

The women of the Great Qian Divine Dynasty were mostly fit and healthy; as a descendant of a military official, Su Man’s body curves were excellent. Her thighs, often used for horse riding, appeared exceptionally firm, rounded, and full of tension. Her buttocks, like ripe peaches, were pressed tightly together due to extreme bashfulness, and her waist was slender yet retained a fleshy fullness.

However, in those hidden parts, faint red rashes were indeed visible, contrasting against her porcelain-white skin and exuding a strange, decadent beauty.

“Endure it.”

Lin Chen held his fingers like a blade but did not take a needle. His palm, carrying a searing masculine Qi, suddenly covered her hot abdomen.

“Ah!”

Su Man cried out, her delicate body jerking upward, her proud peaks shaking violently like waves following one after another. She felt it—that aggressive heat belonging to a male, surging frantically into her body through Lin Chen’s palm.

That was a power she had never experienced. In this country ruled by women, the men she encountered were all feminine, humble, and cat-like. When had she ever seen such a domineering and fierce aura, like that of a true Dragon?

Lin Chen’s movements were not gentle. He deliberately traced the edges where the red rashes were spreading. With every stroke, Su Man let out a shrill yet strangely pleasurable groan.

“It itches... it itches so much... ah... Divine Doctor Lin, I beg you... there... help me...”

At this point, Su Man’s reason had completely collapsed. She cared nothing for her status or dignity. Amidst the intertwining of extreme itching and the pleasure of being conquered by a male, she was like a fish out of water, twisting frantically on the couch. Her legs kicked wildly out of control, sending her last bit of modesty flying to who knows where.

Lin Chen’s eyes were as deep as an abyss. He could see Su Man’s desire-filled Soul sinking. He precisely located the Acupoints where the Gu insect was lurking and pressed down hard.

“Psh!”

A stream of black blood slid down the inside of her thigh.

Su Man’s entire body seemed to dehydrate as she let out a scream lasting several seconds, her body arching in a bizarre shape. Then, her eyes glazed over as she slumped down, her whole body soaked in cold sweat, looking as if she had just been pulled from water, emitting an alluring feminine fragrance.

That scent, mixed with fear and desire, filled the entire inner room with a thick, viscous temptation.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand. Looking at Su Man’s exhausted and intoxicated state, he coldly ordered, “Linger, apply the medicine to her.”

Having said that, he walked out of the inner room without looking back.

Outside the medical hall, a crowd had already gathered.

When they saw Su Man walking out of the hall supported by her servants, her Divine Soul seemingly lost and her face flushed yet filled with incomparable respect, the entire noblewoman circle of the capital completely boiled over.

“That Assistant Lin of the Heavenly Physician Hall is truly a Divine Being!”

In less than half a day, the news spread through the alleys of the capital as if it had grown wings: there was a peerless Prodigy in the Heavenly Physician Hall who could not only bring the dead back to life but also turn the most iron-hearted woman into soft silk in an instant.