Bai Gu sat in her private chamber draped with silk curtains, her long crimson nails tapping furiously against the jade table. A goblet of spiced wine trembled in her grip.
"What did you just say?" she hissed, her eyes burning.
The servant who had returned from the Healing Tower bowed low, her back bent in fear. "Young Mistress… the healer Mo Han… he refused the Bai Clan's offer of one thousand spirit stones. He declared he would only leave the Tower for a private visit if the price is ten thousand stones. And… today he said he had a headache and rejected the invitation outright."
The goblet shattered in Bai Gu's hand, wine spilling down her robe. She did not flinch. Instead, she let out a laugh that was low, dangerous, and filled with venom. "Ten thousand stones? For me? Who dares demand such a price from the Bai Clan? He should crawl here and beg to serve me."
Another servant, older and shrewder, stepped forward cautiously. "Mistress, forgive me for speaking… Perhaps it is wiser to not act rashly. Let us first test him. Use his services at the Tower. There, he cannot reject you openly. Once you've sampled his skill, we can decide how to bring him under your grasp. After all, who in this city can stand against the Bai Clan?"
Bai Gu narrowed her eyes, but her fury softened into cold calculation. She sipped the last drops of wine from her broken goblet and muttered, "Very well. I will taste this arrogant healer's skill first. And then, I will make him mine. No man denies me twice."
Inside the Healing Tower, Mo Han's private chamber had already become the most sought-after place in Golden Silk City. A steady stream of women from wealthy families paid one hundred spirit stones each for an appointment—an astronomical fee, yet none hesitated.
Mo Han sat calmly at the center, his silver needles and herbal mixtures neatly arranged. His Aura radiated quiet authority, his every movement precise. He did not smile or flatter, nor did he indulge in the seductive gazes of his patients.
One by one, women entered, laid themselves down, and left transformed.
A noblewoman draped in green silk robes entered next. She was in her thirties, the daughter of a rich merchant family. Her voice trembled slightly as she sat down. "Healer Mo Han, I… I've had pains in my stomach for years. No doctor has been able to cure it."
Mo Han examined her hands, her pulse, then pressed lightly at her abdomen. She twitched, her breath hitching.
Without a word, he picked up a silver needle and placed it at the Tian Shu point near her stomach. Aura flowed. She gasped sharply.
"Ahhh—!" Her moan echoed in the chamber, half pain, half pleasure. Her cheeks flushed crimson.
Mo Han ignored her sounds, calmly pressing another needle, then massaging the pressure points around her waist. The waves of Pleasure Qi rippled through her body, melting away the years of discomfort.
Her back arched as she cried out again, clutching the sheets beneath her. "H-Healer… please…!"
He stopped abruptly, pulling back just as her body trembled at the edge of release. The tension in her face deepened, her breathing ragged.
"You are cured of your ailment," Mo Han said flatly, handing her a prescription for lotus-root tea. "Your pain will not return if you follow it."
She blinked at him in disbelief, still shuddering, sweat glistening on her brow. "B-but… I feel… I feel like…"
He cut her off with a cold gaze. "You came for healing, not indulgence. Leave."
The woman bit her lip, reluctant to rise, but eventually she bowed deeply. "T-thank you, Healer Mo Han." Her steps wavered as she left the chamber, her face glowing with both relief and longing.
Outside, whispers immediately erupted. "Did you see her face? She looks like she just returned from paradise."
"She paid a hundred stones, and it looks like she'd pay a thousand next time."
"Truly… his touch is divine."
At the far end of the corridor, the Bai Clan's servants had arrived quietly, standing near the chamber door. They had expected to find a quiet healer at work, someone to drag back to their mistress Bai Gu.
But instead, they heard it—the unmistakable cries of pleasure echoing from behind the closed door.
Another moan, soft but desperate, carried into the hallway.
The servants froze, their faces draining of color.
The lead servant, the sharp-eyed woman in blue, clenched her fists. "What… what is happening in there?"
Another servant whispered, horrified. "It sounds as though… as though the women are…"
Her voice trailed off as another loud moan escaped the chamber. Content originally comes from NoveI[F]ire.net
The Bai Clan servants exchanged uneasy glances. They had heard the rumors, of course—the Pleasure Healer whose touch brought women to ecstasy. But hearing it with their own ears, the moans so raw and unrestrained, shook them.
"This…" one muttered, his voice hoarse, "this man… he is dangerous."
The sharp-eyed woman's expression darkened. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to remain calm. "No. He is only a man. Whatever tricks he uses, our mistress will see through them. He will not resist her."
Yet even as she spoke, another cry rang out from the chamber—long, drawn-out, filled with such relief and joy that it made the servants themselves flush.
The sharp-eyed woman turned away abruptly, her nails digging into her palms. "Let us return to Mistress Bai Gu. She must hear this for herself. If he can reduce the proud daughters of this city to such a state… then he is even more valuable than we thought."
They departed swiftly, their hearts unsettled. Behind them, the line outside Mo Han's chamber only grew longer, filled with eager eyes and restless whispers.
And within, Mo Han remained calm as ever, the silver needles glinting in his hands, his mind focused only on healing—even as the city around him began to twist his name into legend.