"No, no, no, this won't do, Mr. Lu, how can this be possible?"
"Don't listen to Ziyan's nonsense. She's just too embarrassed to admit it, but she actually has you in her heart..."
"Mr. Lu, you absolutely cannot break up with Ziyan...ah..."
Qiao Xueyou spoke frantically.
In his panic, his face turned beet red, and he found it increasingly difficult to breathe until he suddenly collapsed to the ground, face up.
"Dad! What's wrong with you?"
Qiao Ziyan and Qiao Qingxia were instantly struck with panic and hurriedly knelt down to help him.
"Old Qiao!"
Jiang Xiuping also panicked. As she helped Qiao Xueyou, she furiously turned to Qiao Ziyan and said, "You ungrateful girl! Look at you, you know your father's asthma is severe, yet you deliberately upset him. Do you want to anger him to death? Get his medicine quickly!"
Qiao Ziyan dared not say another word and hastily took out an asthma inhaler and sprayed it towards Qiao Xueyou's mouth and nose.
However, after the spray, Qiao Xueyou's symptoms did not subside; instead, his breathing became even more labored, and he looked as if he was about to die.
"Quickly call emergency services!" Jiang Xiuping shouted in desperation.
Qiao Ziyan rapidly pulled out her phone.
"It's too late. Uncle is having a severe asthma attack, and the medication is ineffective now. He can only hold on for another minute at most. After that, his life will be in danger."
At this moment, Lu Ping stepped forward. He glanced at Qiao Xueyou whose lips were turning purple, his face was ashen, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
"What? Lu Ping, don't talk nonsense!"
Qiao Ziyan and Qiao Qingxia exclaimed angrily.
"Mr. Lu, what do we do? What should we do? Please, save Old Qiao!"
Jiang Xiuping, clutching at straws, grabbed Lu Ping's hand, pleading with a crying voice.
"Save... save..."
Qiao Xueyou on the ground was in immense pain, struggling to open his mouth, barely able to make a sound.
"Auntie, don't worry. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen."
After saying this, Lu Ping knelt down, laid Qiao Xueyou flat on the ground, and swung his hand down to slap his left chest.
There was a dull thud, and Qiao Xueyou let out a scream of agony.
Thump!
Lu Ping delivered another heavy slap to Qiao Xueyou's right chest.
"Ah!"
Qiao Xueyou cried out in pain once more.
"You bastard! What are you doing!"
"Stop!"
Qiao Ziyan and Qiao Qingxia were furious. This bastard Lu Ping was hitting so hard, if he continued, their father might be beaten to death by him!
The sisters rushed forward, one from the left and one from the right, and pushed Lu Ping down to the ground.
Lu Ping, caught off guard, was toppled by the sisters and fell backward, but both sisters also lost their balance and ended up on top of him, one to the left and one to the right.
Fearing for their father's safety, and disregarding their embarrassment, the sisters pressed down hard on Lu Ping with their bodies to keep him from getting up.
The four soft mounds were squeezed out of shape...
Actually, with Lu Ping's strength, pushing the two women away would have been easy, but since those two slaps had already taken Qiao Xueyou out of danger, he was content to enjoy the experience and pretended to be pinned down by the two women, unable to move, as he relished the feeling of two youthful, supple bodies pressing against him...
"Cough, cough, cough..."
A few seconds later, Qiao Xueyou suddenly began to cough violently.
"Mr. Lu was saving me, you two foolish girls, let go of Mr. Lu quickly!"
After the coughing fit, Qiao Xueyou was able actually to speak.
Subsequently, his complexion rapidly improved, his breathing eased, and his body stopped shaking.
"What?"
Qiao Ziyan and Qiao Qingxia both paused, hesitant for a moment before finally releasing Lu Ping and helping Qiao Xueyou to his feet.
Jiang Xiuping hurried over to support Lu Ping.
"Lu Shao, what exactly happened just now... My asthma didn't even respond to the inhaler, and yet you managed to cure it?"
After getting up, Qiao Xueyou asked Lu Ping with a mix of shock and doubt.
"The situation was quite urgent just now, so I had to use a bit of force to briefly shake your bronchial tubes on both sides of the chest, making your breathing temporarily smooth. However, to fully cure it, you'd still need proper acupressure treatment."
Lu Ping explained.
"What? Lu Shao, you can completely cure my asthma?" Qiao Xueyou exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes." Lu Ping nodded his head.
Over the years, he had learned a great deal from his master; martial arts, Feng Shui, spells, medical skills, he was proficient in all of them.
"Then... Lu Shao, can you cure me right now?" Qiao Xueyou asked again.
"I can." Lu Ping, with the compassion of a healer, consented to the request.
Next, Lu Ping had Qiao Xueyou take off his clothes and then channeled his Inner Strength through his fingers, substituting for acupuncture needles, continuously massaging the corresponding acupoints on either side of his chest.
"Eh? I really do feel much better... No, I feel completely cured!"
After the treatment was finished, an astonished and joyous Qiao Xueyou said.
"Your asthma has been completely cured, and you shouldn't suffer from it anymore." Lu Ping confirmed with a nod.
"Lu Shao, I can't thank you enough; I really don't know how to express my gratitude!" Qiao Xueyou said excitedly, gripping Lu Ping's hand tightly.
"Old Qiao, Lu Shao is going to be part of our family sooner or later." Jiang Xiuping quickly said.
"Dad, could it be that the inhaler worked with a delay, not immediately but now?"
Qiao Ziyan, however, frowned as she spoke.
"I have my doubts as well." Qiao Qingxia likewise viewed Lu Ping with suspicion.
After all, their medical knowledge told them, how could massages cure asthma?
This Lu Ping must have stumbled upon success by sheer luck!
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, Uncle's asthma should be hereditary. So, if you two don't believe me, I can try to cure both of you as well..."
Lu Ping looked at the chest acupoints of Qiao Ziyan and Qiao Qingxia, stretching out both hands and miming the massaging motions in the air.
"Pervert!"
"Don't even think about it!"
The sisters cried out indignantly, covering their chests with both hands.
Lu Ping's method of treatment, rubbing back and forth on both sides of the chest, was simply a perfect excuse to take advantage!
But Lu Ping was right; the Qiao Family's asthma was indeed hereditary.
The sisters certainly had this issue, albeit not as severely as Qiao Xueyou at the moment.
And it wasn't just the two sisters; their younger aunt, several of their female cousins, all suffered from the same issue...
"Ziyan, Lu Shao makes sense. Your asthma isn't mild either. So, Lu Shao, please take the trouble and also treat Ziyan."
After exchanging a glance with Qiao Xueyou, Jiang Xiuping suddenly said to Qiao Ziyan.
Regardless of whether Lu Ping's asthma-treating technique was genuine or not, it wouldn't hurt to try.
If it was real, then his oldest daughter's asthma would be cured.
If it was fake, then it would allow his oldest daughter to have close contact with Lu Shao.
"Ziyan, what your mom says makes sense. Let Lu Shao treat you, I guarantee from my personal experience that Lu Shao's method is truly effective! Do you not trust your dad?"
Qiao Xueyou also vouched staunchly.
"This... but..."
Caught between laughter and tears, unable to refuse, Qiao Ziyan was thus forcefully ushered into the room with Lu Ping by Qiao Xueyou and Jiang Xiuping.
"Lu Shao, please, I entrust you to treat Ziyan well. It doesn't matter if it takes a little longer."
Jiang Xiuping said loudly with a hint of suggestiveness, then slammed the door shut with a 'bang'.