Ning Shu paid no attention to the murderous aura Gong Wumei was giving off due to his dissatisfaction and just said, “All of this is your essence energy.”
“If you want your illness to be fully cured, you must make the chaotic energy in your body calm down and restore the parts of your body that has already been damaged from the energy. Losing essence energy isn’t good for your body.” Ning Shu spouted BS with a deadpan face.
Gong Wumei’s face was pale and he didn’t speak at first. When he spoke though, his smile remained as charming as ever. “Then what do I do now? There’s no way I can leave it , right?”
Gong Wumei pointed at his lower body, then lifted his chin slightly and said, “You’re responsible for getting it down.”
Ning Shu: “Ha. Ha. Ha.”
“Hold it back. Didn’t I tell you before? You have to hold it back. If you seriously can’t take it, you can rub it yourself, but no matter what, don’t release it. You must not let it out.” There was not a trace of bashfulness on Ning Shu’s face.
Gong Wumei lay in the bathtub weakly. He looked at her, then asked, “Are you really a woman?”
“I’m a doctor. Gender means nothing to me.” After all, who cared about the details?
Gong Wumei furrowed his brows. He seemed to be in pain, so Ning Shu decided to encourage him a little. “You can do it! You can do it! Hold it in!”
Gong Wumei was a martial arts expert, so the effect of the tendons weakening powder soon wore off. When Gong Wumei started getting out of the bath tub, Ning Shu hastily picked up the medicinal chest and scrammed.
She wasn’t dumb enough to try and face Gong Wumei when he was not disabled.
So most of the time, she stayed out of Gong Wumei’s sight and waited for his qi to deviate. Then she would swoop in to pour several bowls of medicinal water laced with Chinese goldthread down his throat before running away, just in case he wanted to take things out on her later.
>Chinese goldthread is commonly used for antibacterial purposes, reducing fever, and is bitter as f***.<
Probably due to the fact that he had indulged so freely before, now Gong Wumei would feel the urge to sleep with women even when his illness wasn’t flaring up. However, every time that he got ready to tumble with a woman, Ning Shu would appear and nag incessantly for him to hold himself back.
“You have to hold it back, what you’re releasing is your essence energy. You have to hold it in…
“You can’t pa-pa-pa anymore, the moment you pa, all the earlier effort will be wasted…
“Are you a man or not? Anyone that can’t manage their own lower half is a loser, do you want to be a loser? …”
Every time Ning Shu showed up while he was aroused and harped on about these things, Gong Wumei would feel like he was on the brink of going crazy. He felt the urge to just snap this woman’s neck countless times, but he stopped himself with the thought that she chould cure his internal injury.
Sometimes, he would go through the day with his little brother lifted the entire time, and he still had to hold it back and couldn’t let himself come. After this went on for a long time, his face turned completely green from holding himself back. Pimples started appearing on Gong Wumei’s chin, indicating that his hormones were going out of balance. In addition, he looked very weird while walking with his little brother standing up.
Ning Shu was also suffering quite a bit. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to deceive him. Every single time Gong Wumei’s internal injury flared up, she would throw him into an ice bath and mix tendons weakening powder into his medicine. Otherwise, she’d be done for the moment he got violent.
Gong Wumei was terrifying every single time his illness flared up. All she could do was continue to pour medicine, then pour more medicine. Every single bowl of medicine contained tendons weakening powder. She had noticed that as long as Gong Wumei didn’t revolve his internal energy when his injuries flared up, the symptoms of qi deviation would decrease a lot. But in all plainness, she was just making it so that he’d be too exhausted to get violent.
Of course, during all this, she had to maintain a confident expression as if she knew what she was doing. However, the truth was, there was only one way to cure Gong Wumei’s internal injuries—destroy his cultivation. Ning Shu didn’t dare to tell him this though, because if she did, he would destroy her first.