Magic Hand Little Divine Doctor

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut, and Sister Xia hurriedly left.

As for me, I was both proud and a bit embarrassed. Sister Xia seemed to have misunderstood, which left me at a loss, afraid she would dislike me because of it.

My premonition came true—when I came out, her face had turned even colder towards me, ignoring me completely, treating me as if I were thin air.

Yet, I became even more obsessed with her!

She sat on the sofa, watching TV, her long, snow-white legs crossed, incredibly sexy, along with her flat, tight waist, the proud curves...

And her cherry-red lips, truly mesmerizing!

I grew restless, secretly observing her, constantly fantasizing about possessing her in my heart, but her indifference only made me feel more embarrassed, so I could only return to my room to lie down.

The heat of the summer intensified my restlessness, and my thoughts began to wander...

Sister Xia… so beautiful!

And there was also Uncle Lin's widow, Jiang Meilin!

Many years ago, when my father was still alive, I saw her once. I just remember she was very beautiful, like a gorgeous movie star, leaving a profoundly deep impression on my naive young mind.

I saw her again in the evening.

Jiang Meilin was 39 but still maintained herself very well.

She wore a blue, figure-hugging dress and delicate makeup, stunningly attractive, especially her figure, curvaceous and voluptuous.

"Xiao Chen! It's been so many years; you've grown up so much!"

She was very warm, and she brought back a lot of food with her.

During dinner, she chatted with me a lot, but my mind was elsewhere, stealing glances at the Heavenly Immortal-like Sister Xia, becoming even more agitated.

Because Zhu Ayi mentioned earlier that Brother Haoyang had been away on business for a long time and often did so. No wonder Sister Xia would look upset every time I brought it up.

With Brother Haoyang so busy and rarely home, her heart must be filled with silent grievances and loneliness!

This made my covetousness towards her grow stronger.

Over the next few days, I would go out looking for a job during the day. I had been studying medicine under an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in the village, and my intention was to work in a medical clinic as a doctor.

However, being too young, I faced rejections everywhere, which was quite depressing. Only the beautiful and charming Sister Xia could soothe the worries in my heart.

I would often steal glances at her—all her actions, every part of her body deeply attracted me, making me yearn for her in my dreams.

Sometimes, thinking that she was Brother Haoyang's wife and Jiang Ayi's daughter-in-law, I would feel ashamed of my inappropriate desires!

But this didn't stop me, on the contrary, it made me even more madly infatuated with her!

Yet, she continued to ignore me, acting very indifferent towards me. Sometimes, her glances hinted at disdain, causing me distress. I wanted to change the way she saw me but was at a loss on how to do so, until this day...

This day, she looked unwell from the morning, having little appetite at breakfast and often clutching her stomach in discomfort, skipping lunch altogether.

"Sister Xia, what's wrong?"

I was somewhat worried.

"It's nothing!" She remained cold, holding her stomach, her complexion somewhat pale.

"Is it a stomach-ache, or...?"

"I told you, it's nothing!" Her eyebrows knitted, her expression unnatural. Suddenly, she shuddered again, rubbing her stomach with force.

I changed my expression and didn't care about anything else; I walked straight up to her. Amidst her panicked eyes, I grabbed her wrist and took her pulse.

"Sister Xia, you have a very weak constitution, severe cold in your womb! You need to be pressed and adjusted!"

I said earnestly.

"Pressed and adjusted?"

"It's traditional Chinese massage! That's what I've learned, and pressing the belly will make it better."

"Belly? But that's not okay! You... you're a man!" She froze for a moment, shaking her head and looking at me warily, obviously guarded because of the previous misunderstanding.

But in the next moment, she winced in pain again, her lower abdomen aching as if cut by a knife, her eyebrows tightly twisted. I took the chance to persuade her further, saying it would be quick and she would feel better, and she finally couldn't resist and agreed to it.

I had her lie back on the sofa, and her white T-shirt revealed her flat, tight waist. I rubbed my hands together, placed them on her, and began the massage...