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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nEveryone had left. Since there was no more fun to watch and no reason to cause trouble, Ming Shu got ready to leave as well, her snacks in her arms.

nBut Qing Chen appeared in front of her without any warning and that strange fragrance floated to Ming Shu’s nose again.

nWhat a perfumed girlish man!

nMing Shu subconsciously covered the snacks, moving back her body a little. Then she stared at the butterfly before her and asked, “What?”

nThis procurer showed up suddenly again. Is he planning to take my snacks?

nQing Chen felt funny and helpless. “You’re like the little beastie!” Both were food protectors.

nMing Shu had meant to refute, but she swallowed the words that came to her lips and said, “If there is nothing, just get out of my way.”

nQing Chen moved to the side, giving way for Ming Shu. “Miss Zhi Po, I did help you a lot today. You really won’t think about treating my illness?”

n“I didn’t ask for your help.” She could have dealt with it herself. Who let him suddenly step forward and take the opportunity to help her strike.

n“Whatever, I helped you, right?” Qing Chen shamelessly took the credit for himself.

nMing Shu glanced at him, saying nothing.

nBecause Qing Chen was telling the truth.

nMing Shu didn’t like to owe people, even if it was not what she requested. The fact was he did help her.

nBut…

nShe really didn’t want to treat the butterfly that snatched her snacks.

nMing Shu still didn’t say anything. She continued forward with her head lowered.

nQing Chen ground his teeth, resisting the urge to destroy the character setting. Then he caught up with Ming Shu immediately.

n“Miss Zhi Po, what should I do to make you treat me?” Qing Chen pulled on Ming Shu’s clothes. “Is it so difficult to take a look at me?”

nHe just wanted to cure his illness.

nWasn’t that simple!

n“What should I do to make you leave me alone? There are so many doctors in the world. Is it difficult to find another one besides me?” Ming Shu pulled back her clothes.

nQing Chen pulled on them again. “But only you can cure my sickness.”

nMing Shu pulled back. “What sickness?”

n“Lovesickness.”

n“…”

nQing Chen blurted out the sentence, and after a while he was aware of something strange. But the word had been spoken. He could only force a smile and pretend to make a calming stance. “So it can only be cured by you, Miss Zhi Po.”

nRight! If I let her fall in love with me, I wouldn’t worry that she will not cure me!

nGreat! I’m really a genius!

n“Why don’t you just go back and wait for death?” Ming Shu became impatient, getting ready to leave.

nScrew your lovesickness!

nI see he is having death sickness.

n“…”

nGod, couldn’t I just force this girl to treat me?

nQing Chen calmed his temper and revealed a trademark smile. “Miss Zhi Po, are you really going to show me such ungratefulness?”

nUn! Grate! Ful! Ness!

nMing Shu really wanted to slap his face, let him know what ungratefulness truly was.

nPersuading herself, Ming Shu shoved two cakes into her mouth and said, “Fine, I can cure you. But after you are cured, promise me that you will not appear in front of me ever again. For the rest of your life.”

n“Deal.” Qing Chen raised his smiling face and agreed.

nYou think I want to see you?

nIf it weren’t for this task, he would have killed her himself.

n…

nMing Shu took out her dusty medical tools, sitting in the yard decently. It looked like she was a qualified doctor with amazing skills.

nQing Chen was sitting opposite her. The atmosphere between the two was very strange, with no one breaking the silence, and they seemed to be competing in who could keep their smile longer.

nHui Xue was totally confused. She looked at her Miss for a while, then looked at Qing Chen again.

nWhat are they doing?

nAre they competing for the better-looking smile?

nSurely the Miss is more good-looking!

n“Miss Zhi Po.” Qing Chen couldn’t help breaking the silence, for he was afraid smiling longer might give him a stiff face. “Let’s get started.”

nJust be tolerant, I’m sitting opposite a psychopath.

nHearing this, Ming Shu found a preserved fruit in the small bag next to her and put it into her mouth. Then she handsomely rolled up her sleeves, beckoning Qing Chen to show his hand.

nQing Chen suddenly felt a little worried. He carefully reached his hand toward Ming Shu.

nMing Shu’s hand was very warm, just like the impression she gave people.

nA layer of soft light covered Ming Shu, which transformed her figure into something hazy and beautiful.

nA breeze passed through the courtyard, swaying the green branches.

nQing Chen was a little lost.

nThe inch of skin that she was pressing against began to heat up and the coagulated blood began to circulate.

nThen the heat quickly disappeared. Qing Chen looked up at the woman opposite him, encountering a light smile. “What kind of sickness do you think you have?”

n“…” So who is the patient now?

nWill a doctor ask the patient this kind of question?!

nWill they!

nIf he knew what sickness he had, why would he need a doctor?

nDoes she have even some professional ethics?!

n“A genetic disease.”

nHis father didn’t live longer than twenty-six. He was only five years old then, and he watched his father die in front of him. His pained face still seemed to appear in Qing Chen’s mind now.

nIt was said his grandfather also died at the age of twenty-six. Therefore, they had an unwritten rule in the family: they must be married upon coming of age, so as to ensure the survival of the family.

nHowever, Qing Chen thought this kind of pain shouldn’t be passed onto the next generation, so he broke the rule and refused to get married.

n“Do you have any idea of the disease, Miss Zhi Po?” He had seen many doctors, but most said they could do nothing about it.

n“No…” Ming Shu grasped his chin. “You are probably poisoned.”

nQing Chen almost sprayed out a mouthful of blood all over Ming Shu. He had firmly believed that it was a genetic disease for so many years, now she was telling him it was poison? Probably? Couldn’t she be a little more reliable?

nIs she a quack? Or does she wish to take the opportunity to kill me?

n“What poison?” He would like to hear her explanation.

nMing Shu grinned. “I don’t know.”

nPu—

nDon’t stop me, I’m going to choke this psychopath.

n“Miss Zhi Po!” Qing Chen almost gritted his teeth. But after a moment, he loosened his teeth and smiled meaningfully. “It looks like Miss Zhi Po really wants to see me a lot, are you falling in love with me?”

n“Hard to say.” Ming Shu answered with a more brilliant smile. “After all, your delicate body may not be able to satisfy me.”

nThe hair all over Qing Chen’s body raised. Help, someone is talking dirty.

nQing Chen tried hard to suppress his violent mood. “I am really poisoned?”

nThe genetic disease which had been told of in the family for several generations now suddenly became a poisoning. Qing Chen felt his family were all idiots.

nAnd this poison! How is it so strong as to pass down from generation to generation! Does it think it’s a heirloom?

n“Probably.”

nQing Chen stared at Ming Shu for a few seconds, then suddenly got up, holding the table, and leaned closer to Ming Shu. “Can you get rid of it?”

n“Maybe.” Not a very certain tone.

nThis is also the first time I’m an excellent doctor. I’m still not skilled in this business, so it’s understandable if there is any mistake.

nA patient asked the doctor, What disease have I got?

nThe doctor said, You are probably poisoned.

nThe patient accepted it.

nThen the patient asked the doctor again, Could the poison be detoxified?

nThe doctor answered casually, Maybe .

nMay… be?

nDoes she even think about the psychological burden of the patient? Where’s her responsibility toward her patient?

nWhat the hell… I think I’ve met a quack.

nPondering alone for a long time, Qing Chen slapped the table suddenly: “I decided!”

nHe had no other choice but to believe Ming Shu.

n“Okay, okay, easy there.” Ming Shu picked up the bag containing her preserved fruits. He almost touched my snacks . “Don’t get too excited, you’ll die.”

nYou’ll die!

nQing Chen calmly took back his hand and changed to his normal look of a beautiful and flowery butterfly procurer. “When do we start?”

nIf she can’t cure me, I will choke this quack.

nMing Shu looked up at the sky. “In a few days.”

n“Why?” Why did she look to the sky?

nMing Shu just glanced at him with a smile, then got up with her snacks and left.

nA colorful “dumpling” fell from her sleeve and rolled a few laps on the ground. With the fur covering its whole body standing on end, the furry beastie pushed its colorful egg to follow after Ming Shu, seemingly complaining about something.

n“…” Why can’t we just let him die?

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