In the city hospital ward, a leukemia patient had recovered and was under observation, undergoing a full-body check-up and monitoring. This treatment was free; everything was free. However, the price was confidentiality. Any leak would result in a minimum of ten million yuan in damages according to the contract, and would also be recorded in the credit system. As for the consequences of a lost credit record, that was another matter entirely.
Bai Qiuqin observed for a moment, her eyes narrowed. The medication was quite effective; at least the patient had recovered from the disease's symptoms. Now in a stable phase, it all seemed so unbelievable.
The treatment for leukemia aimed to kill the diseased cells while restoring the body's hematopoietic function. Only when blood circulated could the body's organs and tissues receive nutrition. It sounded simple, but in practice, it was incredibly difficult, almost impossible. It was like going to the moon; the moon was in the sky, and how to get there was simply to fly upwards.
Listen, how simple—just fly upwards. Normal people think like this, completely oblivious to the factors involved and what needs to be considered. Flying too high can lead to oxygen deprivation, a sudden drop in temperature, and the influence of wind—these are all things that need to be taken into account.
After seeing the patient's condition report, Bai Qiuqin breathed a sigh of relief, her heart filled with complex emotions. She couldn't believe that a man who spent all his time with women could be so successful. It was utterly unbelievable, and she couldn't understand where he would find the time to conduct experiments. How could he invent something without experimentation?
The British have already spent over 20 billion dollars on research into a treatment for chronic leukemia, and that was only in its early stages, taking over twenty years. The cost was enormous, and it was the result of countless people working together.
And Zhao An? She hadn't seen him have any time for experiments at all. How could someone like that inexplicably invent a drug for leukemia?
Bai Qiuqin was a very rational woman, knowing how to overcome her weaknesses and suppress her curiosity. But this time, she couldn't suppress it. Zhao An was too outstanding. This man was like a firefly in the dark night; she couldn't help but notice him—he was too dazzling.
"Zhao An, you truly amaze me. Let me see what other secrets you have!" Bai Qiuqin said, picking up the phone and dialing her secretary. "Where is Zhao An now?"
Zhao An had just been here, but he only glanced at the report and left without even looking at it. Just a glance, truly a glance, as if he didn't have time to look any longer.
The secretary answered truthfully, "He said he wasn't feeling well and went to a VIP ward to have a doctor and nurse examine him."
"Not feeling well? Having a doctor? What happened to him?" Bai Qiuqin was puzzled. What was going on? Was he really sick? She had no idea that Zhao An always called female doctors, and the nurses, of course, were all women.
"It's not clear yet. I haven't gone to see him," the secretary replied.
"Okay, I understand." Bai Qiuqin hung up the phone, her eyes narrowed. She sensed something was wrong; there seemed to be a problem. Thinking this, she stood up, grabbed her handbag and phone, and left the office, instructing everyone to ensure the confidentiality and security of the premises before departing.
Shortly afterward, Bai Qiuqin arrived at the VIP ward. No one was allowed to enter, but she was different; she had access privileges. As she approached ward number five, she heard giggling and some strange noises. This piqued her curiosity even more. She couldn't help but lean closer, cautiously peering inside.
She saw Zhao An lying on the hospital bed, still dressed in a patient's gown. His expression was incredibly lewd. "Doctor, I'm in so much pain here! Please check me; I can't breathe!"
"Where are you feeling unwell? How is it?" a pretty, mature female doctor asked, holding a stethoscope, unlike the usual doctors in white coats. Her white coat barely reached her upper thighs, revealing a pair of long, slender legs in flesh-colored stockings, her fair skin almost overflowing from the fabric. She wore ten-centimeter strappy high heels, the straps looping around the corners, exposing most of her delicate, white feet, making her appear exceptionally sexy and alluring.
From behind, the female doctor appeared incredibly sexy and seductive. However, from Zhao An's perspective, it would be apparent that under her white coat, she wasn't wearing a shirt, but a sexy lace bikini. Her pink nipples were clearly visible, and the lace added a touch of veiled allure, making her large breasts incredibly tempting, a seductive pose of allure that seemed to be partially revealed.
Furthermore, there was a rose tattoo on the side of her lower abdomen, strikingly provocative against her fair skin. Her private area was covered by similar lace underwear, which partially concealed her pink mounds, yet still revealed a hint of something else, making one blush. Her pubic hair had been shaved off, making her vulva appear strikingly seductive.
Lying on the hospital bed, Zhao An's erection created a tent-like bulge in the sheets. How much strength would it take to produce such a reaction?
"Nurse Wang, examine the patient. Disinfect with saliva!" Chen Qing pretended to test the patient with a stethoscope, her delicate hand stroking his strong pectoral muscles. "Your condition isn't serious, don't worry, you'll get better soon. Now I need to disinfect you to ensure your oral health."
The mature nurse beside her skillfully pulled back the blanket, seeing Zhao An's bulging penis pushing up his pants. Her hands trembled as she pulled down his pants. *Smack!* The thick penis sprang out and hit her face. Looking at the grotesque penis before her, Wang Yuxin recalled that ecstatic feeling, and her lower body involuntarily became wet. She slightly parted her lips and licked the glans. "Sir, I'm going to begin your treatment!"
The mature head nurse finished speaking and lowered her head to take Zhao An's glans into her mouth. Her small, fragrant tongue skillfully scraped back and forth on the egg-sized glans. At the same time, fragrant saliva dripped from her tongue onto the glans, flowing down. In no time, the large shaft beneath the glans was bathed in the nurse's fragrant saliva.