Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 27: Kidney Yin Syndrome

The sound of gushing water faintly drifted from the small compartment.

Sun Zhe looked at Jiang Yushu with a look of astonishment, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Jiang Yushu covered her blushing face with her hands, too embarrassed to look at anyone. She felt she had truly lost a great deal of face today.

Sun Zhe secretly swallowed, looking at the mysterious, still-gushing grove. This Jiang Yushu really can spray. No wonder they say women are made of water. How can such a delicate body hold so much?

By now, the lush patch of soft, black hair on her lower body was soaked, shiny droplets clinging to it and exuding an indescribable allure.

When the gushing finally stopped, Sun Zhe handed her a tissue.

"Um... Ms. Jiang, you should wipe yourself off first."

Jiang Yushu lowered the hands covering her face, feeling so embarrassed she wished she could sprout wings and fly away.

"I’m sorry, Divine Doctor Sun. You had to see that... I really couldn’t hold it in just now."

Sun Zhe smiled. "It’s alright. I should have reminded you earlier."

"This is actually a normal reaction," he explained. "It’s because the silver needles stimulated specific acupoints on your Yin Kidney Meridian."

Jiang Yushu hummed softly in agreement, her cheeks flushed red as she fell silent.

She truly never expected her first time gushing like this would be during medical treatment.

After some time, Sun Zhe removed all the silver needles from Jiang Yushu’s body.

Jiang Yushu sneaked a glance at the large tent Sun Zhe was pitching and asked, "Divine Doctor Sun, is my illness cured now?"

"It’s not that easy," Sun Zhe chuckled. "This is just the first session. You’ll need three more."

He continued, "Additionally, I need to tell you that your illness is what’s documented in medical texts as Yin Kidney Syndrome. This rare disease shows no symptoms before an outbreak, nor does it have a series of obvious complications. But when it does erupt, it can kill a person in just a few minutes. At that point, not even an immortal could save you."

Hearing this, Jiang Yushu was filled with dread.

"I’m so lucky you discovered it. Otherwise... I can’t even imagine what would have happened."

"Now that I think about it," she continued, "Shiyan’s grandmother also developed some strange illness. She passed away before she could even be rushed to the emergency room. That must have been the Yin Kidney Syndrome you mentioned, right?"

"Most likely," Sun Zhe nodded. "This Yin Kidney Syndrome is hereditary, and it’s only passed down to females."

Jiang Yushu recalled, "And thinking further back... it seems none of the women in Shiyan’s maternal grandmother’s family—my mother’s side—ever lived past fifty."

"Don’t worry," Sun Zhe said. "I can cure it."

Jiang Yushu looked at Sun Zhe, her eyes full of gratitude. "Divine Doctor Sun, thank you so much! You’re the savior of our Jiang Family!"

Sun Zhe shook his head with a smile. "It’s what I ought to do. My original purpose in studying medicine was to support myself while helping patients in need."

Jiang Yushu looked at Sun Zhe with admiration and respect. "Only someone like you deserves to be called a Divine Doctor!"

"You flatter me, Ms. Jiang," Sun Zhe said, a little embarrassed by the praise.

Jiang Yushu smiled warmly and asked, "So, when does the next session begin?"

Sun Zhe thought for a moment. "In three days."

The thought of going through that again made Jiang Yushu both nervous and expectant. That wonderful feeling of losing control, of gushing helplessly, had made her feel like her soul was about to leave her body.

"Then, Divine Doctor Sun, why don’t we exchange WeChat contacts? You could come to my home for the next treatment. It’s not very convenient here." She glanced at the wet spot on the bed. "I’ve made a mess of your sheets."

Sun Zhe gave a relaxed laugh. "That works for me."

"As for payment, I’ll take care of it all at once the next time you come to my home."

"Alright."

Once Jiang Yushu was dressed, the two left the small compartment together.

Li Shiyan, bored from waiting, had already fallen asleep on the small sofa.

After adding Sun Zhe on WeChat, Jiang Yushu woke Li Shiyan up and waved goodbye to Sun Zhe.

"Divine Doctor Sun, we’ll be leaving now."

Watching the stunning mother-daughter pair leave, Sun Zhe sighed softly. He looked down at the tent in his pants, which still hadn’t subsided, and muttered to himself with a pained expression. Man, this is tough on you, little brother. But she’s the district chief’s ex-wife, and she doesn’t seem like an ordinary person either. A woman of her caliber isn’t someone you can just touch.

「In the blink of an eye, night fell.」

In the nurse’s station, Zhu Yan saw it was already six-thirty and was about to call Sun Zhe when the desk phone suddenly rang.

"Is this Nurse Chief Zhu?" It was Zhao Junjiang’s voice.

"This is she," Zhu Yan’s expression soured. "What is it?"

"Sorry, Nurse Chief. It looks like you’ll have to work overtime tonight," Zhao Junjiang said with a hint of difficulty in his tone.

Zhu Yan was filled with disgust. This was probably Zhao Junjiang getting his personal revenge for what happened in the cafeteria at noon.

Zhao Junjiang sighed. "Don’t get me wrong. This is really important."

"What is it this time?"

"The patient in special ward 902 needs his final treatment," Zhao Junjiang said. "As you know, the new nurses have no experience with the equipment. They’re all clumsy, and this patient is too important for any mistakes. That’s why I have to assign you, the Nurse Chief, to handle it personally."

"Fine. I understand," Zhu Yan nodded.

After hanging up on Zhao Junjiang, Zhu Yan dialed Sun Zhe’s number.

"Hello, Ah Zhe."

"Step-mom, I’m done with work. I’m waiting for you in the parking lot."

"Um... Step-mom might have to work overtime tonight."

"Oh, okay. I’ll wait for you to get off work then."

Zhu Yan felt a bit bad. "Why don’t you head home first? I might be working very late."

"It’s okay, I’ll wait for you. By the way, Step-mom, do you want something to eat? I can buy something and bring it to you."

"Okay. Come to room 902 in the inpatient building later. I can’t talk now, I have to get busy."

After tidying up briefly, Zhu Yan went to room 902.

As soon as she entered the ward, she saw a group of orthopedic doctors, led by Zhao Junjiang, busy at the bedside.

Zhao Junjiang looked at Zhu Yan and sneered inwardly, fantasizing about her impending downfall. He beckoned to her. "Nurse Chief, come and help adjust these instruments."

Without a word, Zhu Yan walked over and skillfully began adjusting the medical equipment.

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhou Xiaolong became restless the moment he saw Zhu Yan.

She’s even better looking and has more charisma in person than in the photos! That Old Zhao really knows how to deliver!

Several minutes later, Zhao Junjiang let out a long sigh and said to Zhou Xiaolong, "Mr. Zhou, your condition is improving. However, my colleagues and I need to discuss the plan for the final step of your treatment."

Zhou Xiaolong nodded gratefully. "Then I’ll be in your hands, Doctor Zhao."

Then, Zhao Junjiang made an excuse and left with the other doctors, leaving only Zhu Yan and Zhou Xiaolong in the large ward.

Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes were filled with undisguised lewdness. He eyed Zhu Yan’s stunning figure and asked, "And what should I call a beauty like you?"

Seeing Zhou Xiaolong’s leering look, Zhu Yan remained unfazed. In fact, she had encountered many male patients like this and was already used to it.

"My surname is Zhu."

"Ah, so it’s Nurse Zhu." Zhou Xiaolong greeted her with a smile before suddenly frowning and groaning in pain. "Oh, why does my stomach suddenly hurt!"

Zhu Yan calmly asked, "Did you eat anything tonight?"

"Just a little, but that shouldn’t be the cause. I think it’s a side effect of the medicine."

Saying this, Zhou Xiaolong lifted his shirt, revealing his beer belly, and pleaded, "Nurse Zhu, can you please massage it for me?"

Zhu Yan glanced down, her brows furrowing slightly. She noticed Zhou Xiaolong’s pants were slung so low that his V-lines were exposed, as was a patch of thick, curly black hair.

She didn’t know if he did it on purpose, but she paid it no mind. She sat on the edge of the bed, gently pressed his abdomen, and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Zhou Xiaolong put on a pained expression and suddenly placed his hand on Zhu Yan’s white, stocking-clad thigh. "Nurse Zhu, you are so beautiful. I’ve been in this hospital for so long, and I’ve never seen a nurse as gorgeous as you."

Zhu Yan forced a professional smile and avoided Zhou Xiaolong’s wandering hand on her leg. "Thank you."

Zhou Xiaolong suddenly said, "Could you go a little lower? It’s hurting down below."

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