Chapter 671 — What Are You Doing?

"Oh, Sister Yaoyao, you're awake!" Shen Yushu said, grinning at Gu Mengyao. "Gum-wrapper Bro and I are going to cure you now. Don't move around—we're about to start!"

"You—!" Gu Mengyao was both ashamed and furious, yet utterly helpless. She had already been stripped bare; whatever ought to be seen and whatever ought not had, in all likelihood, already been seen by Wei Zhao, which left her thoroughly miserable. Though the excuse Shen Yushu offered could just barely serve the purpose of self-deception, she ought at least to have been given a little time to consider and accept it, no? To strip her clothes off just like that was really too underhanded!

"Yaoyao, when I perform the acupuncture on you in a moment, you may feel pain and weakness, but you must hold out and not move around," Wei Zhao said. Rather than let Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu keep quarreling, he went straight into the precautions for the needling.

"Oh... all right." Gu Mengyao had no choice but to accept reality for the time being. Seeing that Wei Zhao was not ogling her lecherously but was instead instructing her in earnest like a true physician, she felt a little better in her heart.

"Afterward, you will feel the urge to urinate—that is because I have driven all the toxins in your body into your excretory system," Wei Zhao continued. "But you must hold it in. Do not simply let it out; wait until you truly cannot endure it a moment longer, and then tell me..."

"Ah... oh..." Gu Mengyao's face flushed scarlet in an instant. Discussing *** with Wei Zhao—how could she possibly not be embarrassed? But she also knew he was treating her illness, so she merely nodded to show that she understood.

"Xiaoshu, when Yaoyao can no longer hold it, use the disposable cup over there to collect the urine," Wei Zhao said, pointing to the place where the surgical supplies were laid out.

"Oh, can't she just pee on the floor? It doesn't seem like a big deal?" Shen Yushu looked at the disposable cup and felt the task was rather daunting. Could she really manage it?

"I need to formulate an antidote based on the composition of the poison in Yaoyao's urine. Besides, there are still twenty-seven students lying in a coma—I cannot simply leave them be," Wei Zhao said. "Whether for Grandpa Guan's entrustment or for the reputation of Uncle Chu's company, I must cure those twenty-seven students."

"Oh, I get it!" Shen Yushu nodded. "Sister Yaoyao, then when you need to pee later, be sure to tell me—I'll go fetch the cup!"

Though Gu Mengyao was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor—especially when she heard that Wei Zhao even meant to study her urine, her face burned hotter still—when he spoke of protecting her father's company's reputation, nothing remained in her heart but gratitude.

Not only was Wei Zhao toiling to heal her, he would also treat those remaining twenty-seven students, all so that her father's company's good name would not suffer! Wei Zhao was merely a shield she had hired; there was no need for him to go to such lengths at all—thirty thousand yuan a month in wages, yet he did so very much that lay far beyond that sum.

Whether it was herself or Xiaoshu, whenever trouble arose, the first to appear was always Wei Zhao. He seemed to know how to do everything and be capable of anything, like an all-purpose nanny. So long as Wei Zhao was there, she and Xiaoshu would feel at ease and reassured.

This was no longer merely the duty of a hired follower. Gu Mengyao did not know how to thank Wei Zhao. In this moment, she would rather there were no employment between them at all, only friendship! And yet—if it were nothing more than friendship, would Wei Zhao still look after her?

Did he truly regard her as a friend?

Naturally, Wei Zhao had no idea the young lady was fretting over her gains and losses. He took out the silver needles, sterilized them with alcohol, and then said to Gu Mengyao, "Get ready, we are about to begin."

"Mm," Gu Mengyao answered. By then Shen Yushu had also brought over the disposable cup and stood to one side, waiting.

Wei Zhao circled around Gu Mengyao, trying to find a comfortable position from which to apply the needles, but no matter which side he stood on, something felt awkward. For while one of Wei Zhao's hands plied the needles, the other had to hold Gu Mengyao's hand and channel the energy from his body into her in an unbroken stream. So whether Wei Zhao stood at Gu Mengyao's left or her right, there would always be some constraint.

"Can you spread your legs, so that I may stand between them?" Wei Zhao hesitated, then proposed to Gu Mengyao. Only thus would it be reasonably convenient for him to hold her hand while applying the needles.

But this posture was far too ambiguous—Gu Mengyao, with not a stitch on her, spreading her legs while Wei Zhao stood between them; it looked exactly like a certain sort of exercise, the man above and the woman below...

Gu Mengyao was briefly stunned, and was just about to agree, when she too realized how ambiguous the pose was. Her face flushed so red it seemed on the verge of dripping blood. She did not know whether Wei Zhao had done it on purpose—how could he propose such a mortifying suggestion?

And yet Gu Mengyao did not quite believe Wei Zhao was that sort of shameless man. Had he truly harbored designs on her, there had been ample opportunity back at the villa to steal glances at her, yet he had never done so—which was precisely why she felt so at ease with him.

Besides, if Wei Zhao really did harbor such a filthy notion, though she would be embarrassed and angry, she would also feel a secret delight—because it would mean this blockhead Wei Zhao had finally come to his senses, and knew there was a girl in the house even better than Tang Yun!

"Mm..." Gu Mengyao answered weakly. She knew Wei Zhao must have his reasons for the suggestion and asked no more. Closing her eyes, she parted her legs, her body trembling slightly...

"All right, then let us get ready to begin!" Wei Zhao strove to keep his gaze straight ahead and not look at what he should not see, and walked over to stand between Gu Mengyao's legs.

"Oh?" Shen Yushu looked at Wei Zhao and Gu Mengyao with some curiosity, feeling that their posture was rather odd. It seemed as though they were doing something... Oh! Shen Yushu suddenly understood, and could not help but cry out, "Gum-wrapper Bro, Sister Yaoyao, are you two about to ***?"

"Ha?" Gu Mengyao was so startled by Shen Yushu's outburst that black lines sprang up all over her forehead. Her body tensed, her legs drew together, and she clamped Wei Zhao's legs between them—but at the first touch she hurriedly parted them again. To think she had actually made such an embarrassing move—how was she ever going to live this down?

Black lines sprang up all over Wei Zhao's forehead as well. Shen Yushu's imagination really was too wild—was there anything she dared not say? Even if that was what you were thinking, you could not say it out loud; wouldn't that just embarrass Gu Mengyao? Besides, Wei Zhao had been planning to indulge in a little fantasy of his own—now Shen Yushu had gone and said it aloud, and he no longer felt comfortable fantasizing either. He cleared his throat twice and said, "Xiaoshu, don't talk nonsense; it's interfering with my needling!"

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