After a satisfying release, Zhao An felt refreshed, but Qian Yuling and her daughter, as well as his secretary, Zhao Fei, had suffered. They were pounded hard by Zhao An, who had abstained from sex for half a day. They were all limp and exhausted, their strength gone. The climax had drained them of all their strength, and their bodies were still trembling with pleasure.
Leaving the room, Zhao An hummed a little tune as he asked the servants to prepare a midnight snack. He then went to Old Madam Lin's room. "Acupuncture will begin."
Lin Yuanyuan was also there, and when she saw Zhao An, she looked a little strange. "Do you need my help?"
"As you wish, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not." Zhao An took out an alcohol lamp and began to sterilize the silver needles. Each needle needed to be heated. Using the high-temperature sterilization properties, the needles were heated while disinfecting and sterilizing, allowing them to heat and stimulate the acupuncture points during the treatment.
Lin Yuanyuan stood aside, watching quietly, though it would be better to leave. She was curious about Zhao An. "Zhao An, do you have time later? Let's chat."
"Yes, I've already had a midnight snack made. We can chat later. Madam, take off your clothes. Hurry up. The needles are just warm enough. Don't waste time. It'll only take fifteen minutes. I'll cure the disease. I'll charge you for treatment next time." Zhao An continued to disinfect the needles.
In fact, for a woman of this age, it's no longer a matter of maintenance. People will eventually age, and there's nothing to look at. In Zhao An's eyes, they're just a piece of meat. As long as he's focused enough, there's nothing sexual about them. Besides, even if he wanted to be sexually suggestive, he wouldn't choose a ninety-year-old woman. That's the kind of beastly behavior only someone with multiple tastes would commit.
If she used the serum he created, she would still be as beautiful as a flower even at a hundred. A mortal couldn't last that long; cellular aging is inevitable. But using the serum would be different. After using it, even at ninety, Qian Yuling would still be as beautiful as ever. That's why he could do it. Lin Yuanyuan, watching from the sidelines, was fascinated. Suddenly, she thought, being a doctor wasn't so bad. At least he could see women naked, openly. It was just because Grandma was old; if it had been a young, beautiful woman, she would have been taken advantage of!
After Madam Lin stripped naked, Zhao An began inserting the needles at a rapid pace.
The stinging pain made Madam Lin clutch the sheets, enduring the sting of the needles.
At this moment, Zhao An was truly free of distractions, his focus solely on inserting the needles. The more he practiced, the more he realized its magical power. Most people can't truly experience its miraculous effects because acupuncture requires memorizing the distribution of acupuncture points on the human body. Even if one knows the distribution of the points, they still need to be sure to locate them before inserting the needles.
This requires a great deal of timing and skill. The doctor's hands must be steady, without even the slightest tremor.
Such harsh conditions have led to the decline of acupuncture. Not everyone possesses the systematic support of Zhao An, allowing him to brazenly pretend to be a genius. In reality, Zhao An lacked knowledge of any specific discipline, but after reading a book five times, he grasped the fundamentals, which was the key to his passing.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly. Zhao An disinfected the needles once more with alcohol, then burned them with an alcohol lamp before putting them away. "Okay, from now on, just stay up late and go to bed before 10 p.m. As long as you can eat, there's no need to be too restrictive. Of course, avoid spicy and fishy foods. You can have seafood, but in small amounts; just one or two bites to satisfy your craving. By the way, do you drink alcohol?"
Old Madam Lin's voice trembled slightly, reflecting the pleasant sensation she felt after the acupuncture. "Yes."
"Very good. Then drink a glass of rice wine every night before bed. Homemade rice wine will do, about two taels. Okay, that's all for now. Let me know if you have any questions. There won't be any problems within the next two years. If you do, come to me, but there's a fee." Zhao An said, then he put away the needles and left the room, not even staying a moment longer.
This was something many people dreamed of. Getting close to the old madam always brought good benefits. Besides, the old lady was truly kind. Currying up to her would not only improve your reputation but also bring benefits. So why not?
After treating Old Madam Lin, Zhao An and Lin Yuanyuan went to the restaurant for dinner. The already prepared supper was quite extensive. Besides ginseng chicken soup, there were also unique dishes from the eight major cuisines, including the more famous crispy roast duck and roast chicken and roast goose. Almost every one of the eight major cuisines had two or three more dishes.
"Wait a moment, I'll take them over." Zhao An said, deftly taking a plate and placing a large pile of dishes on it. He stacked one plate on top of another, almost like nesting dolls. Yet, it was perfectly stable, more professional than a professional waiter.
A few minutes later, Zhao An returned, and the servants continued to bring the dishes.
Lin Yuanyuan watched with amusement. She poured herself a bowl of ginseng chicken soup and smiled as Zhao An began to devour it. He ate it at such an incredible pace, almost swallowing it after only two chews. "Aren't you afraid of choking? Go slowly. If it's not enough, there's plenty."
Zhao An said as he ate, "No, this is exactly what I want. Overeating is bad for your stomach, but if you get used to it, it's good for your stomach. It just makes it harder to savor the flavors. For me, as long as it's not unpleasant, it's fine."
It was hard to believe that he could speak so clearly while eating. It was truly remarkable.
"You're truly a very special person. You're truly very special." Lin Yuanyuan sipped her chicken soup. Ever since her conversation with her grandmother, she had a strange feeling about Zhao An. Was he planning a marriage with Zhao An? To be honest, Lin Yuanyuan had no such thoughts, but for now, this was indeed the best outcome. There was no man more suitable than Zhao An.
"Don't look at me, eat. Don't fall in love with me. I'm not a good person. If you meet me, you'll be very unlucky! Seriously, don't fall in love with me. I'm not worth it." Zhao An said as he ate, without any discomfort at all. Discussing this kind of love and marriage was perfectly normal. It was all because he was so outstanding!