Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Seeing Du Linghan being startled by Sun Zhe to the point of jumping up from her chair, Feng Ling couldn’t help but want to laugh, feeling quite relieved in her heart.

In her mind, this Miss Du was probably traumatized by the Pavilion Master.

At this moment, a piercing chill radiated from Du Linghan, instantly filling the entire room.

Feng Ling shivered from the cold and hurriedly hid behind Sun Zhe.

Then they saw Du Linghan reach out and grab, taking a long sword from her Storage Treasure, pointing it at Sun Zhe, and coldly said, "You’re here to get treated too?"

Sun Zhe smiled and slowly walked toward her.

Du Linghan trembled with fear, quickly retreating, and the sword in her hand, shining with cold light, dared not thrust forward even a bit.

Sun Zhe stopped and used a finger to push aside her sword, "In my clinic, don’t you dare point a sword at people anymore, let it be the last time."

"Miss Du, are you here for treatment?"

Upon hearing this, Du Linghan frowned, "Is this clinic yours?"

Sun Zhe revealed a professional smile, "Isn’t it?"

Despite not liking Du Linghan, he thought of her bringing money as a wealthy patron, so he had to tolerate her.

Unexpectedly, Du Linghan snorted coldly, turned around, and left, as if staying here a second longer was a heinous sin.

Sun Zhe watched her limping away, knowing it was because he used the sword too roughly before, causing her to injure her lower back, and said, "Have a nice trip."

Upon hearing this, Du Linghan’s body stiffened, and her footsteps slowed slightly, thinking what kind of person this is, she’s coming to support his business, yet he didn’t say a single word to persuade her to stay.

"Forget it, there are many doctors in this world anyway, he’s not the only one, I can get treated elsewhere just the same."

Thinking this in her heart, she immediately sped up her steps and fled away.

Outside the Undying Pavilion.

Seeing Du Linghan indeed leaving without looking back, Feng Ling asked in confusion, "Pavilion Master, you’re just letting such a rich patron go?"

Sun Zhe glanced at her and corrected very seriously, "What rich patron? This is our Daddy Patron."

"Yes, yes, Daddy Patron." Feng Ling laughed, covering her mouth.

Sun Zhe stretched lazily and pulled her slender waist close, "It’s alright, if she doesn’t get treated, she doesn’t get treated, it’s not like we’re short of her. Come on Xiaoling, let’s continue, I need to give you an injection."

"Pavilion Master, is that a needle? More like a club."

"Hahaha..."

"Hey, wait a sec Pavilion Master, aren’t you injured? How can you get out of bed and move like there’s nothing wrong so quickly?"

"Uh... maybe I’m just too strong, don’t mind the details."

"..."

To relieve the fire, Sun Zhe didn’t even pretend, directly lifting Feng Ling in his arms after entering the private room, making her cling to him like an octopus.

"Ugh!"

Sun Zhe merely tiptoed, causing Feng Ling to frown and utter a painful sound, feeling a storm within her body.

"Pavilion Master... you’ve pierced through, easy on me!"

She looked like she couldn’t hold on, with one delicate hand continuously patting Sun Zhe’s shoulder, twisting her petite body in an attempt to struggle.

Sun Zhe chuckled, his hands reaching down to cradle her peach-like delicate hips, "Begging for mercy so soon?"

"Boohoo... Pavilion Master, I was wrong!"

Sun Zhe’s gaze turned fierce, so much so that he unleashed a furious output.

In a mere moment, foam splattered.

...

An epic battle lasted until the afternoon.

If not for Feng Ling crying and surrendering, unable to bear the assault, Sun Zhe felt he could battle into the evening.

After leaving the underground martial arena.

Sun Zhe took out his supercar from the White Jade Ring and directly sent Feng Ling back to her apartment, then returned alone to Jingtian Forest Garden.

To prevent Xia Shiqing from discovering the secret of the Undying Body, Sun Zhe wrapped himself in bandages before going home, only exposing critical areas.

As for why only the critical areas were exposed, it was naturally because he wasn’t fully satisfied before with Feng Ling, so he wanted to find Xia Shiqing to continue the lesson.

He had just entered the living room when Xia Shiqing, who was watching TV on the sofa, stood to meet him.

"How are you, Xiaozhe?"

Sun Zhe pretended to be weak, struggling to the sofa to sit down.

Seeing him unable to muster the strength even for walking, Xia Shiqing’s eyes reddened, shimmering with tears of heartache.

She had watched the live broadcast of Sun Zhe’s match with Qi Xue on her phone before, so she knew about Sun Zhe’s dantian being abolished and his injury.

For a Martial Artist, having their dantian destroyed meant they would never attain martial arts again, and the pain was akin to heartache.

"Xiaozhe, I regret letting you participate in the martial challenge... I’m sorry."

Seeing Xia Shiqing looking teary-eyed, Sun Zhe felt mixed emotions.

"It’s okay, Auntie, it’s not your fault."

Xia Shiqing’s gaze slightly sank, and the living room’s air seemed to freeze instantly.

"Xiaozhe, don’t worry, the Qi Family, and that Qi Xue... I’ll take care of them for you."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe waved his hand, "No need, Auntie. I’ll handle this grudge myself. If one day I really can’t deal with the Qi Family, I’ll ask for your help."

Xia Shiqing sighed softly and gently hugged Sun Zhe into her arms.

She truly didn’t know how she’d explain herself when Xia Shiyue returns.

Seizing the opportunity, Sun Zhe wrapped his arms around her soft willow waist, leaning against her shoulder to breathe her fragrance, murmuring, "Actually, it’s not so bad, at the critical moment I avoided the vital point, so she didn’t destroy my dantian."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Shiqing rejoiced, "Let me see."

"No need to look, I’m really fine." Sun Zhe changed the topic, "Anyway, don’t touch the Qi Family yet, nor Qi Xue, I’ll slowly settle the score with her myself."

"Hmm... got it."

Sun Zhe’s tone suddenly turned pained: "But I really feel terrible, Empress Consort... isn’t there a reward tonight?"

Hearing this, Xia Shiqing’s face blushed red and glared at him angrily.

She realized this brat was doing it on purpose.

Sun Zhe pitifully looked at her, "Is there, Empress?"

"Oh... let’s talk about it later."

Xia Shiqing pushed him away from her embrace, "Honestly, thinking about those things all day long."

Sun Zhe hurriedly hugged her willow waist again, one hand mischievously touching the button of her shorts, muttering, "Like you’re any different, when you drank at KTV that day..."

"Alright, stop!"

Xia Shiqing quickly interrupted him, afraid he might continue to speak, and after flicking away his naughty hand, she quickly left in a rush.

"You rest first, I’ll go make you dinner."

"Okay."

Sun Zhe watched her snow-white, long, beautiful legs outside her short shorts and felt momentarily restless, saying, "Empress Consort, those legs of yours would probably look even better in stockings."

Upon hearing this, Xia Shiqing paused, shooting him a big eye roll.

"Alright, later I’ll wear them for you, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you, Empress!"

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Can I eat you?"

"..."