Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 562 - 542: Deal Struck!

Sun Zhe tidied himself up, took out a clean set of casual clothes from the White Jade Ring, and put them on. Then he leisurely walked out of the stone chamber into the spacious hall.

With just one glance, he saw Fang Feijing sitting cross-legged on the ground, trembling.

Compared to a day ago, Fang Feijing appeared significantly more haggard and frail.

Sun Zhe sat down nearby, not speaking, simply quietly observing her.

Fang Feijing glanced at him, her pale lips moved slightly as if she wanted to speak but then refrained.

Seeing Sun Zhe remain silent, she too chose not to speak out of spite.

The dignified Sect Master, having to lower herself to plead with a young junior, and for that matter, asking him for that kind of favor... She really couldn’t bring herself to say it.

But after a brief stalemate, she was the first to break the silence.

Because she knew that if this continued, she would truly die.

"You little bastard."

Sun Zhe raised an eyebrow, "Are you calling me?"

Understanding the dissatisfaction in his tone, Fang Feijing corrected herself, "Divine Doctor Sun."

"What is it?"

Fang Feijing lowered her head, her slender hands tightly gripping her skirt hem, and said softly, "The deal you mentioned earlier... does it still stand?"

Sun Zhe stretched lazily, "It’s still valid, but I’m not in good shape right now; you’ll have to manage it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Fang Feijing was momentarily stunned but quickly understood his meaning, her eyes flashing with anger, and a trace of red appeared on her pale face.

Having had a husband before, she knew what was meant.

"Can you really save me?"

Sun Zhe smiled calmly, discreetly shutting off the X-ray Vision, "Do you think the title of Divine Doctor is just for show?"

In truth, Sun Zhe wasn’t just observing her but was also using the X-ray Vision to inspect her internal condition.

By this point, Sun Zhe had devised several treatment plans.

Fang Feijing said no more, struggled to her feet, and staggered over to Sun Zhe, "Where do we do it?"

"Right here."

Sun Zhe leaned back, propping himself up against a stone with one hand.

Fang Feijing took a deep breath, slowly bent her knees, and squatted in front of him, her slender hand trembling as it reached for his waistband.

At that moment, she was still struggling internally, constantly questioning whether to take this step.

Sun Zhe watched her, "What’s the matter?"

Fang Feijing looked up at him, her eyes full of coldness, "Can’t you do it yourself?"

Sun Zhe flashed his right hand, suppressing his extreme hatred, "You were the one who chopped it off, idol."

Fang Feijing’s beautiful eyes fluttered, saying nothing more, she suddenly steeled herself and pulled down Sun Zhe’s waistband.

A wave of heat surged forth, causing her cheeks to flush.

Looking at the large, soft mass hidden in the thicket, Fang Feijing’s heart trembled with disbelief, she couldn’t help but compare the object before her with her deceased husband.

She found that even her husband hadn’t been half of what was before her!

She looked calmly at the hideous, grotesque sight, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity with a blank expression.

"Sect Master Fang..."

"Shut up!"

Fang Feijing glared coldly, casting a glance at him, "I know what to do."

Saying so, one jade-white hand reached to gently grasp, while the other stretched below, palm up, cradling those two "walnuts" encased in the wrinkled pouch like a pair of walnuts.

"Mm... Sss..."

Sun Zhe leaned back further, his head resting against the stone wall, eyes squinting.

Fang Feijing looked up at his euphoric expression, her disgust growing, secretly vowing that one day she would tear him limb from limb to quell her hatred!

Time ticked away.

Fang Feijing used both hands, working tirelessly for a long time, yet saw no sign of awakening from its slumber.

"Sun Zhe, are you impotent?"

Sun Zhe replied without hesitation, "Yeah, that’s right, impotent."

"You..."

Fang Feijing, feeling her chest tighten with rage, almost wanted to claw and crush it to pieces!

Sun Zhe looked at her meaningfully, his gaze lingering on her lips that had unknowingly become moist, "Why not try using another place?"

"Never!"

Fang Feijing’s voice oozed with distaste, her reply instinctive.

Sun Zhe shrugged, "Then there’s no helping it."

After speaking, he sat up straight and reached for her collar with his left hand, only to have it slapped away by her.

"Don’t touch me!"

Sun Zhe was taken aback, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Fang Feijing took a deep breath, stood up, and looked down at Sun Zhe from above, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal her long legs wrapped in sheer silk.

Sun Zhe patiently leaned back against the stone wall with a smile.

He wanted to see what tricks this woman was playing.

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