Chapter 21 You're playing with me, right?

Chen Nan's words sent a jolt through He Shanshan. If Chen Nan were to rent her place, it would certainly provide ample opportunities for them to interact. In such a scenario, why would she need cucumbers, eggplants, or bitter gourds? "That's a different matter, a different matter entirely! I wouldn't want to harm you!" He Shanshan, though her heart burned with longing and desire, her rational mind told her that such a situation would only hurt Chen Nan. Just then, she saw Chen Nan raise his right hand. Instantly, a flash of silver light appeared before her eyes. "What did you do?" He Shanshan frowned. "Look at the wall behind you!" Chen Nan gave a faint smile. He Shanshan looked at the wall behind her, perplexed. Upon seeing what was on the wall, He Shanshan gasped, her beautiful eyes wide with shock. "You actually pinned a mosquito's wings with a silver needle? Heavens, how can your abilities be so terrifying?" Chen Nan chuckled, "Are you still worried about my safety now?" He Shanshan swallowed hard. If Chen Nan could pin a mosquito's wings with a silver needle, he was undoubtedly a martial arts master. Even Zhao Yuan and Sun Sihai wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest. "Since that's the case, then you should stay!" He Shanshan smiled faintly, took Chen Nan's hand, and eagerly led him upstairs. "Come on, give me a couple of acupuncture treatments. Ever since you treated me yesterday, I've been sleeping exceptionally well at night." And so, Chen Nan found himself in He Shanshan's boudoir once again. After treating her, He Shanshan's face showed a hint of relief. She seemed to remember something and said, "Chen Nan, sometimes my lower abdomen aches. Could you check it for me?" "Sure!" Chen Nan took her pulse and said, "You have cold uterus syndrome. It's not a serious issue; a few massages should cure it." He Shanshan was overjoyed. "Then proceed!" Chen Nan coughed lightly. "You'll need to expose your lower abdomen!" He Shanshan blushed. She was wearing a dress, and exposing her lower abdomen was a bit inconvenient. Nevertheless, she blushed and lifted the hem of her skirt, presenting herself as if ready to be plucked. The leopard-print cover strategically placed there deeply stimulated Chen Nan's gaze, especially her flat stomach, devoid of any excess fat. It was like an exquisite piece of art. Chen Nan's breathing quickened. He never expected to have such intimate contact with the former goddess. "Sister Shanshan, I'm starting," he said nervously, then extended his hands to begin the massage. His hands were burning hot, as if imbued with a magical power. They not only warmed He Shanshan's body but also her heart. Suddenly, He Shanshan, blushing, grabbed Chen Nan's hand, her body tensed, her eyes like water. "Chen Nan, will you have me?" Chen Nan's throat felt dry; he couldn't refuse the plea of his dream lover. Just as he leaned in, a loud voice boomed from downstairs, "Is anyone upstairs? We're here to deliver furniture." "Damn it!" Chen Nan swore aloud. He hadn't expected the furniture delivery to arrive so soon. He Shanshan pushed him away, her face full of panic. It seemed such matters could only happen at night; daytime held too many unpredictable factors. Without further thought, he went downstairs to direct the delivery people to move the tables and chairs inside. The merchants in the shantytown also noticed the scene, murmuring amongst themselves. "What kind of business is this shop in?" "If I were to divine, it's probably not in the food industry." "I feel like it doesn't matter what they do, because no one can last here for a month." "Let alone a month, not even a week." At two in the afternoon, people from the advertising company delivered the signboard, and under Chen Nan's direction, it was hung above the threshold. As a brand-new plaque appeared at the main street intersection of the shantytown, it immediately attracted passersby from all directions. "Good heavens, traditional Chinese medicine has long declined, how could someone open a clinic here?" "It must be a scam, after all, many elderly people around here are afraid to go to big hospitals when they're sick, so opening a clinic here would be a good choice." "What do you mean 'must be a scam'? It's definitely a scam. If he truly had unparalleled medical skills, why would he open it in the shantytown?" ------ After the plaque was hung, Chen Nan posted a piece of red paper at the entrance with a brief message: The clinic will open on September 18th. Consultations cost one yuan, with a daily limit of twenty patients. Full refund if ineffective! This notice immediately caused a stir. One yuan for a consultation, with a limit of twenty patients daily? Good heavens, did the person opening this clinic have a serious illness? Although the surrounding residents had low incomes, what could one yuan buy in those days? "Even though one yuan is very cheap, I wouldn't dare entrust my life to such a person." "Exactly, this one yuan could very well be a stepping stone to the King of Hell!" "The clinic opens in a week, I'd like to see if anyone comes for treatment then!" The public was extremely displeased with the clinic's marketing strategy, considering it pure nonsense. "Chen Nan, are you crazy? Helping people for one yuan? Are you playing with me?" He Shanshan, who had just returned from buying groceries, turned green with anger. A limit of twenty patients a day meant the clinic's daily income would be only twenty yuan. That would be six hundred a month, and seven thousand two hundred a year. Even if they split it fifty-fifty, she would only get three thousand six hundred yuan. Thinking of this, He Shanshan almost shed tears of regret. Refusing twenty thousand yuan in rent, only to get a meager three thousand six hundred yuan share? "You must give me an explanation today, or I'm not done with you!" "Anger harms the body. Come, sit down first!" Chen Nan had anticipated He Shanshan's fury and immediately stood up, guiding her to a chair. He Shanshan was burning with anger and had no desire for any physical contact with Chen Nan. She intended to break free, but Chen Nan's hands began to massage her shoulders and neck. He Shanshan, uncontrollably, let out a soft murmur of pleasure, half-heartedly sitting in the chair. Chen Nan: "The rule of treating patients for one yuan wasn't set by me; it's a rule of my sect." He Shanshan frowned. "There's such a rule?" Chen Nan explained, "My sect is different from ordinary traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Our duty is simply to treat illnesses and save lives. If we charge too much, it would go against our sect's original intention of healing people and benefiting all sentient beings. While one yuan is not much for a patient, for us, it serves as self-discipline and a way to stay true to our original intentions." Chen Nan himself had found this rule astonishing at first, as the magical medical skills of the Wu sect could amass great wealth in a short period. However, Wu Shan had told him that a predecessor of the Wu sect had violated this rule in the past and was ultimately corrupted by money, becoming a disgrace to the Eight Outer Sects. It was then that the Wu sect began to decline, leading to extremely strict disciple selection in the following generations. Otherwise, while other sects had reached their eighty-eighth generation of disciples, the Wu sect would not only be on its thirty-second generation. He Shanshan admired him and gave him a thumbs-up. "Your sect is noble and remarkable, but aren't you afraid of starving to death like this?"