Rural Carefree Little Immortal Doctor
Chapter 33 Whatever Request, I Will Fulfill

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Whatever Request, I Will Fulfill

Yang Muxue’s words of warning had already reached her lips.

But when Chen Ziyang finished speaking, she actually swallowed them back.

Chen Ziyang could clearly see that Yang Muxue had straightened up.

Even her originally pale, somewhat sickly face now sported a flush of red.

What attracted Chen Ziyang’s gaze even more was Yang Muxue’s perfect, round, and perky breasts on her chest!

When compared in size, they definitely weren’t as spectacular as Jiang Shu’s.

But their perfect shape left Chen Ziyang unable to find a single flaw.

Paired with her waist as slim as a snake, Yang Muxue presented a gourd-shape in front of Chen Ziyang that could captivate countless men.

A beauty among humankind!

Chen Ziyang could give such an evaluation with a clear conscience.

On Yang Muxue’s side, her face was also full of shock.

She cannot wear clothes!

If this statement were made elsewhere, everyone would definitely think Chen Ziyang was spouting nonsense.

But only Yang Muxue herself knew that Chen Ziyang had hit the nail on the head!

And this matter was known only to Lin Youyou!

"Did Youyou tell you?"

Doubt flashed in Yang Muxue’s eyes.

Lin Youyou was the person she trusted the most.

She didn’t believe Lin Youyou would share her secrets with an outsider.

But if not Lin Youyou, how would Chen Ziyang know?

"Lin Youyou didn’t tell me anything, she just told me that your health isn’t great,"

Chen Ziyang admired Yang Muxue’s perfect body while he casually spoke, "I figured it out myself."

Yang Muxue squinted her eyes, "Then continue and tell me why I can’t wear clothes?"

"Strictly speaking, it’s not just that you can’t wear clothes; it’s that your skin is so sensitive that contact with anything makes it unbearably itchy."

Chen Ziyang pointed at the Imperial Concubine chair beneath Yang Muxue, "If I am not mistaken, this chair must also be made from a rare type of cold wood, which is why you can sit on it."

Yang Muxue’s mouth was agape in amazement.

It wasn’t Lin Youyou!

Although Lin Youyou knew about Yang Muxue’s health problem, she was unaware of the origin of this Imperial Concubine chair!

Moreover, cold wood was something rarely known to ordinary people; she also only learned about it because of her condition, after seeking medical advice everywhere.

"Sister Xue, did I guess right?"

From beyond the screen, Chen Ziyang already knew the answer by looking at Yang Muxue’s expression.

But he still had to ask.

He wanted Yang Muxue to personally acknowledge his ability!

You wanted to test me, didn’t you?

Did I pass the test?

Only then did Yang Muxue slightly return to her senses, her silver teeth biting her tender lip.

By now, she almost completely trusted in Chen Ziyang’s abilities.

"Is there a cure?" Yang Muxue’s voice trembled a bit.

This condition had tormented her for three years!

In these three years, she frequently felt sleepy, always lacking in energy.

All that was still bearable.

What she couldn’t accept was being unable to wear clothes!

No matter the material, as soon as it touched her skin, she would feel unbearable itching, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her body.

That was also why Yang Muxue had not left Fragrance Fang for three years.

She met anyone only from behind a screen.

All the major and minor affairs outside were handled by Lin Youyou.

She certainly couldn’t go out naked, could she?

Now, the arrival of Chen Ziyang undoubtedly gave her immense hope!

"There is a cure,"

Chen Ziyang nodded slightly, "And it’s not difficult."

Joy filled Yang Muxue’s eyes!

"Can you cure me?"

Yang Muxue could hardly conceal her excitement, "Chen Ziyang, if you can cure me, I will meet any requirement you have!"

Watching Yang Muxue grasp at him like a lifeline, Chen Ziyang suddenly raised his hand, pointing toward the screen.

"Should I come over?"

Yang Muxue’s body shivered.

Come over?

Wouldn’t that mean she would be completely exposed in front of him?

Not to mention a man, even Lin Youyou—Yang Muxue hadn’t allowed her to pass the screen to see her bare self.

Now, to be honest with a man she had met less than ten minutes ago was undoubtedly a challenge to her psychological defenses.

"Sister Xue, the sick must not shun the doctor,"

Seeing her reaction, Chen Ziyang sincerely said, "You surely don’t believe that I can cure your disease just by talking, do you?"