"Really?"

Li Wanqing adjusted her disheveled qipao and her beautiful eyes showed a hint of suspicion.

"Of course, I'm a doctor, I would never deceive my patients."

"Otherwise, next time, try a little harder to set the mood, the result will definitely be much better."

Zhao Tienan walked over, gently picked up the pair of underwear Li Wanqing had exchanged, and thoughtfully helped her put it back on.

"Well, okay, I'll try my best..."

Although Li Wanqing felt very conflicted, at this point, it was like she was already on a pirate ship and could only continue to trust Zhao Tienan.

But to be honest, after Zhao Tienan's treatment, she did feel physically better.

"Alright, it's getting late, and you look exhausted. Let me carry you to bed to rest."

"This kind of treatment is needed once a week, please make sure to adjust your condition. If all goes well, you could be cured in six months."

Zhao Tienan said very gentlemanly, not at all like someone who had just deceived a woman, but more like a righteous doctor solely focused on healing.

At ten in the evening, Zhao Tienan had just reached near the clinic and ran into an old acquaintance, Song Nan, who had recently recovered from an injury.

"Isn't this Mr. Song?"

"What are you busy with so late? Or did you just crawl out of some widow's bed?"

"Oh, sorry, my mistake, I forgot that your martial arts have been destroyed, you couldn't possibly do such things, my apologies."

Zhao Tienan smirked, his words piercing Song Nan's most sensitive nerves like a sharp knife.

"Zhao Tienan, I advise you to watch your words. Can you stop harping on about this endlessly?"

Song Nan shot Zhao Tienan a fierce glare, even his voice sounded sharp and he had lost much of his manly demeanor.

"Alright, I wasn't thinking, shouldn't blame a monk for a bald head. I'll keep that in mind for the future."

"By the way, your girlfriend, Zhu Hong, what's up with you two, are you still together or not?"

Zhao Tienan touched his chin, speaking with a teasing tone.

"What do you think?"

"I've ended up like this, what do I need a girlfriend for? What does she need me for?"

Song Nan clicked his tongue, his face almost twisted with anger.

Just yesterday, Zhu Hong broke up with Song Nan. He was reluctant at the time, but no one could let him just sit there and do nothing, and it ended in tragedy.

"It's over?"

"Alright, anyway, can't let her be a living widow, after all, she's still young."

Zhao Tienan mumbled to himself, secretly ecstatic.

Because this meant that Zhao Tienan and Zhu Hong's relationship was no longer an affair, even if it became public, no one would criticize him anymore.

"Zhao Tienan, we've known each other for a while. For the upcoming village head election, could you cast a vote for me?"

Song Nan forcibly suppressed his inner anger, asking with a forced smile.

It must be said, his ability to endure and adapt is impressive.

Despite Zhao Tienan's mockery, he still came to ask for votes.

It's likely that Song Nan was running around the village so late, preparing for the election.

"Huh?"

"Sure, it doesn't matter to me who becomes the village head. Whoever shows a tough enough stance will get my vote."

Zhao Tienan replied leisurely.

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