"I heard you're skilled in acupuncture. Why don't you stick a few needles in me? If I can get it up immediately, three million is yours." Wu Yong upped his offer again.
Three million yuan just to treat his impotence. This man certainly had more money than sense—he could have easily gone to any hospital for treatment.
"If you refuse to treat me, I'll report you for denying care. I've heard that once a report is successful in your medical alliance, you get kicked out right away. You won't be getting any more high-paying jobs like this after that." Wu Yong lay back on the couch, his fat hands resting on his round belly, his tiny eyes gleaming with malice.
Gu Yicing wasn't afraid of his threats, but it would indeed be troublesome if he reported her for refusing treatment. This situation was different from when she had treated Gu Tingyuan before.
Fine, it's just acupuncture, she thought.
She was a doctor, and a good one at that.
"Give me your hand; I'll take your pulse first," Gu Yicing said, sitting on the nearby couch. She took out her pulse pillow from her medical bag and placed it on the coffee table.
Wu Yong, pretending to be cooperative, extended his hand. Gu Yicing pressed her fingers on his wrist, examining his pulse carefully.
His pulse was erratic, his kidneys weak and body cold—likely the result of overindulgence. He had probably damaged both his kidneys and his manhood.
As she contemplated how best to treat him, Wu Yong's other greasy hand reached out to cover her soft, delicate one.
Gu Yicing exploded in anger. "What do you think you're doing?" She quickly yanked her hand back.
Wu Yong grinned, leaning closer. "You're so beautiful, doctor. Why bother working so hard to earn money from medical treatments? Why don't you become my woman? I'll make sure you never run out of money."
So that's what this sleazebag wanted all along.
Gu Yicing's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
Meanwhile, outside the bar, a man of importance made his entrance.
Dressed in a black suit, Fu Hannian strode into the bar, immediately causing a stir. His hands were in his pockets, and his thin lips were set in a hard line, his stern face exuding an icy aura.
Following closely behind him were Li Feng and two bodyguards, all wearing serious expressions as they kept pace.
"Young Master, Mr. Wu from the export division is in Private Room No. 2. The recent safety issues with Fu Group's perfume exports are directly tied to him. For a lowly manager to control the entire export chain, there's no doubt some of the Fu family's shareholders are backing him," Li Feng reported.
"Hmm," Fu Hannian responded coldly as he headed toward the room.
As they reached the door, a familiar voice from inside caught his attention.
"Come on, take your pants off. I'll give you the acupuncture treatment."
Gu Yicing pulled a long, fine needle from her acupuncture bag, one sharp enough to make the man kneel and beg for mercy.
Wu Yong, excited, fumbled to unbuckle his belt, babbling filthy words. "If you really fix me up, you'll have to personally test the results for me. I won't shortchange you... little beauty."
Gu Yicing glanced at him disdainfully, sneering as she held the thin needle between her fingers, ready to strike at any moment.
The man was so frantic that he struggled with his belt for ages before finally undoing it.
His pants dropped, revealing a pair of cartoonish Doraemon boxers.
Gu Yicing couldn't help it—she burst out laughing.
This man had the worst taste. He'd tarnished Doraemon's name.
"Come on, little beauty," Wu Yong said eagerly, trembling with anticipation as his hands reached out, ready to expose himself.
Bam!
The door to the private room was kicked open with brute force, crashing to the floor.
Fu Hannian stood in the doorway, a towering figure, as cold as an ice mountain, his fierce eyes radiating a terrifying chill.