Lying on the bed in front of a man had already made Song Yan extremely shy. Noticing Chen Xiao's gaze on her chest, she became even more flustered and at a loss.
However, the unbearable chest pain and the terrifying, uncontrollable heartbeat left her no room for deliberation.
Biting her lip, she nervously spoke:
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, please... please help me!"
Nodding slightly, Chen Xiao suddenly pulled off the fragrant silk scarf from Song Yan's neck to cover his eyes. Then, with a slight tremor, he placed his hands on Song Yan's chest, while the mysterious, wordless golden scripture in his mind rapidly revolved.
Instantly, Song Yan distinctly felt Chen Xiao's left hand as cold as ice, and his right hand as hot as fire.
Stimulated by the alternating cold and heat, Song Yan's out-of-control heartbeat quickly became calm and steady, and the unbearable chest pain gradually improved.
Ignoring the awkwardness of Chen Xiao's vigorous massage, she couldn't help but exclaim in disbelief:
"Dr. Chen, your skilled hands are truly comparable to a divine elixir! You've relieved my pain so quickly!"
Compared to the Bone Setting Technique of Wugou, the massage technique Chen Xiao was using was extremely draining. In just this short while, he was already panting heavily, his sweat pouring down like rain. Therefore, he dared not be careless and nodded solemnly:
"Although the Yin Yang Ghost Hand has a miraculous effect on the vast majority of heart disease patients, the heart disease you suffer from is extremely rare and must be accompanied by medicinal cuisine therapy to address both the symptoms and the root cause."
Song Yan did not doubt Chen Xiao's words at all and eagerly interjected:
"What Chinese medicinal ingredients are needed for the medicinal cuisine therapy..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was horrified to find Chen Xiao suddenly collapsing onto her, her heart filled with trepidation:
"Dr. Chen... Dr. Chen, what... what are you doing?"
With a bitter smile, Chen Xiao forced himself to sit up and continued to grit his teeth, performing the Yin Yang Ghost Hand. He said breathlessly:
"Don't misunderstand, I... I'm just exhausted."
At this moment, Song Yan finally noticed Chen Xiao's sweat-drenched forehead and the silk scarf covering his eyes soaked through. She was both touched and distressed, her eyes welling up with tears, and she sobbed:
"Chen... Chen Xiao, why... why are you being so good to me?"
Fearing he would collapse again, Chen Xiao, completely focused on the massage, did not notice Song Yan crying.
After completing the entire Yin Yang Ghost Hand sequence in one go, he ignored the fact that Song Yan's clothes were soaked with his sweat and collapsed beside her, gasping for air:
"Healing the sick and saving lives is the duty of us medical practitioners!"
He paused, and before Song Yan beside him could speak, he added:
"Miss Song, please prepare the ingredients for the medicinal cuisine therapy immediately. You'll need at least one five-year-old black-skinned chicken, one eight-year-old black snake, ten qian of ginseng, three qian of poria cocos, and half a qian each of peach kernel, safflower, chuanxiong, and earthworm... Remember, these ingredients don't need to be specifically wild. You'll also need cooking utensils, as I will be cooking myself."
Considering the difference between men and women, Song Yan only hesitated for a moment before quickly getting out of bed.
At this point, she no longer felt any chest pain or physical discomfort, but her heart was pounding like a startled deer, and her face was flushed.
As one of the renowned Chinese restaurants in Juxian City, "Partridge Sky" always emphasized culinary excellence.
Therefore, next to Song Yan's office was a spacious kitchen equipped with high-end facilities. Song Yan would often test the culinary skills of her chefs here when she had time.
With just one phone call, all the medicinal herbs and ingredients Chen Xiao needed were soon laid out on the countertop.
By this time, Chen Xiao had also rested sufficiently. After washing his hands meticulously, he began to cook himself.
He had been studying his whole life, and after graduating from university not long ago, he had started his internship in the busiest emergency department of the central hospital. He had never had the chance to enter the kitchen, so one could imagine how terrible his cooking skills were.
Song Yan watched him dump all sorts of medicinal herbs and ingredients into a cold water stew pot as if they were a chaotic mess, and then begin to stir. She could barely bear to watch, thinking:
"Indeed, no one is perfect. While Dr. Chen's medical skills can be described as 'divine,' his cooking is terrible. He even forgot to turn on the heat!"
Seeing Chen Xiao stir with a ladle for at least ten minutes without any intention of turning on the heat, Song Yan finally couldn't help but cautiously remind him:
"Dr. Chen, did you... did you forget to turn on the heat?"
"It hasn't infused with flavor yet, no rush!"
Chen Xiao shook his head without hesitation, stirring the ladle faster, the mysterious, wordless golden scripture in his mind rapidly revolving.
About fifteen minutes later, he finally slowly turned on the stove.
Looking at the scarlet blood foam from the black-skinned chicken and black snake, mixed with various Chinese herbs and cold water in the stew pot, Song Yan couldn't bear to look and secretly thought:
"How can anyone eat something so disgusting?"
But as the water in the pot began to boil, a peculiar aroma of meat filled the air. Song Yan's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed in disbelief:
"Dr. Chen, are you also a master chef? This deliciousness is comparable to a provincial-level chef!"