Super Male Masseur

Last night, I drank twenty years of my blood, and now I want blood, so I have to mentally greet all eighteen generations of her ancestors.

Although he didn't want to, he had a request! Three drops of blood could still be taken out, so he quickly said seriously, "I'm willing. As long as you can help me extend my life, I'm willing."

"Big Sis, you're not joking right!" I've only seen this skill in TV before, but I've never seen that fool use his teeth to tear his finger apart. It's because using a knife is already very painful.

A Ling ignored me, and I did not accept her suggestion. Instead, I called the waiter to bring me a plate of fruits and a fruit knife.

It was the waiter again, and this time my eyes were full of doubt. I ignored her and didn't let her in. I took the plate of fruit and closed the door.

With the fruit knife, I had a problem, "How do I control this amount?"

No one can control this kind of thing well, because I don't believe that idiot used a knife to cut his own finger every day and practiced how much blood he would put on it. Thinking about this, I realized that I would be the fool, and that I would have to give three drops of blood to this evil woman every day.

If you give it to me too much, I won't accept it. If you give it to A Ling less, I won't accept it.

"Why aren't you attacking?" Maybe because he saw me holding onto a blade and walking back and forth, A Ling was getting impatient.

"Just cut your finger and drip two drops of blood on it, right?" I picked up the knife, grimaced, and gritted my teeth, bracing myself.

"Not two, three." A Ling's tone was full of seriousness.

Ta ta ta. After three drops of blood dripped down from the tiny cut on the tip of his finger, it stopped bleeding. Instead, it started to congeal into a bloody scar.

"Is my method that accurate? When I say three drops, I mean three drops. " I looked at my fingers in surprise. I didn't expect to succeed on the first try.

"Next time, I'll have to trouble you to make a bigger cut. You'll only be able to suck it out after half a day." Just as I was rejoicing over not being able to give A Ling more blood, A Ling's dissatisfied voice sounded out at the right time. Unconsciously, a pot of ice water mixed with ice water splashed onto my head, cooling my bones.

"Now can you tell me how to recover my body?" I was a little angry in my heart, but now that my goal wasn't achieved, it was better not to have any conflicts with her.

Following which, she used her haughty tone to generously tell me about a bunch of precious medicinal herbs. In an instant, I was struck dumb on the spot.

"These are all relatively common herbs. If you can't find them all, not to mention extending your lifespan, even recovering the lost 20 years of blood essence would be even harder than ascending to the heavens."

The medicinal ingredients that A Ling mentioned might have gone back to before the industrial reforms. Where could they be found now?

"There should be these herbs in the market!" After drinking three drops of blood, A Ling's voice became clearer.

"There's a market recently. Most of them are for antiques, but I've seen some for medicinal herbs as well. However, there's a mix of fake and real ones, so I can't really tell them apart."

Even though I learned some medicinal herb recognition skills from my grandfather, I only knew that it was on the surface. Furthermore, many years have passed and I have long forgotten a lot of important knowledge. If I were to go out to buy them, I would definitely be ruthlessly slaughtered by others.

Although I am earning a lot now, but my father is still in the hospital, so I really can't afford to lose this much.

"Rest assured, I'll tell you that those are real and those are fake."

Hearing A Ling's words, I finally realised that A Ling had passed down the legacy of the legendary medical sage.

Thus, I found a mask and hat to hide my face. If I were to walk out, not only would I scare others, I would also be killed by the mocking gaze.

After arriving at the trading center, I directly went past the antiques trading area and arrived at the area where the herbs were traded. I searched for the herbs mentioned by A Ling.

But fortunately, A Ling was able to see through the authenticity of the medicinal herbs with a single glance every time, so no matter how boastful the medicinal masters were, I would ignore them and only buy the real medicinal herbs from their stalls.

After going around in this circle, I have already prepared all the required medicinal ingredients, and also bought a few medicinal ingredients that A Ling had said I would be able to use in the future. Although the price is still appropriate, I still spent several tens of thousands of dollars on them.

Without further delay, I returned back to the hotel. Following A Ling's instructions, I brought out a medicinal dosage and called the waiter to bring it to the kitchen to fry.

Strangely, it was the waiter who came to get the medicine. I couldn't help but ask in my heart, "Why are you always coming to my room?" Are there no other waiters in your hotel? "

"Sir, please don't complain to me. If I have done anything wrong, please tell me. I will make sure to correct it and make you satisfied." waitress was obviously shocked by my words, thinking that I was going to file a complaint against her.

"There's nothing about you that I'm not satisfied with. It's just that I find it strange every time I call the waiter." Seeing how she was on the verge of tears from anger, I quickly withdrew my serious tone.

"Oh!" "Since Sir's room is one of the several rooms I'm in charge of, I'm always the one who serves you when you call." waitress wiped the tears that were almost flowing down his face, as he spoke, his throat was choked with sobs.

After learning about the situation, I handed the medicine to her and told her to pass on some precautions to the master of the medicine.

When waitress just opened the door, Fan Xinyu walked in. Seeing waitress's slightly red eyes, he stared at me for a long time.

When waitress left, Fan Xinyu looked at me from the dining table as if she was denouncing me, "Honestly speaking, what did you do to my little sister, that servant girl?"

I looked at her speechlessly as I recounted what happened just now to her. She then said that I didn't know how to show mercy to the fairer sex, making me even more speechless.

"If she's the one your husband arranged to keep an eye on you, we're dead." That waitress must have definitely known about what happened the night before yesterday, so he looked at me with that kind of gaze.