The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

After a strong insistence from Huang Xiaolong, Cui Feiyan got into Huang Xiaolong’s BYD F3 for the second time.

The Himalaya Hotel was a five-star hotel with similar specifications to the Emperor Hotel.

The presidential suite on the top floor cost 120,000 RMB per night. This was how the truly wealthy spent their money.

Cui Feiyan blushed, lowered her head, and entered the room with Huang Xiaolong. It felt like there was something wrong with her heart…

This presidential suite was as glorious as a dream. The degree of luxury in the room dazzled Huang Xiaolong.

“Oh…oh…is this the place where the gods live?” Huang Xiaolong looked around the room in astonishment.

Romantic, noble, fashionable, warm, elegant, graceful, comfortable… Huang Xiaolong felt that there were not enough words to describe this place!

“Stop looking around. Can you stop being so stunned by everything?” Cui Feiyan sat on the Italian sofa. “Now help me get rid of the spirits.”

“Feiyan, don’t worry, it’s too early now,” Huang Xiaolong smiled and said. “It’s not night time yet. Only when you have that nightmare, can I enter your dream and help you catch the spirit.”

“Oh, and how are you planning to enter my dream?” A curious look appeared on Cui Feiyan’s face.

“Well…you’ll find out later.” Huang Xiaolong said calmly.

At that moment, deep exhaustion imprinted itself to Cui Feiyan’s willow brows.

She yawned and felt that her eyelids were as heavy as lead.

Of course. Cui Feiyan had lost too much blood this time. Although it had been treated by Huang Xiaolong and did not cause any further issues, when she calmed down, she became sleepy. This was a normal physiological phenomenon.

“Feiyan, are you sleepy? You can rest for a while.” Huang Xiaolong offered another smile.

“I…I…I’m not sleepy.” Cui Feiyan was fighting against her drowsiness.

A lone man and a woman sharing the same room. Cui Feiyan did not dare to fall asleep just like that. If Huang Xiaolong does something out of line, the consequences would be disastrous.

“Feiyan, don’t tough it out. I think you really want to sleep.” Huang Xiaolong smiled again, then opened his mouth and chanted a spell.

The spell was extremely gentle and peaceful, and seemed to be able to soothe the soul.

Soothing Spell.

Soon, Cui Feiyan lowered her defenses, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Huang Xiaolong walked to the sofa and adjusted Cui Feiyan’s body gently, making her sleeping position more comfortable.

The goddess was the goddess, alright. Cui Feiyan was beautiful even when she slept.

Not long after, Cui Feiyan woke up from her dream, and she looked at Huang Xiaolong with sleepy eyes. “When I fell asleep earlier, did you do anything to me?”

“No, no… Feiyan, I’m not that kind of person at all, I’m a gentleman.” Huang Xiaolong looked at the drowsy Cui Feiyan. “Feiyan, are you still sleeping well?”

“It’s okay.” Cui Fei’s ears turned red and she got up from the sofa. “I need to use the bathroom.”

“Oh… by the way, Feiyan, you should be pretty hungry, no? How about I cook some noodles for you?” Huang Xiaolong said.

“Cook noodles for me?”[1] Cui Feiyan just woke up from her dream, and when she heard Huang Xiaolong’s words, her muddled mind interpreted it as something else. “Why don’t you go die!”

[1] In Chinese/Mandarin, the tonality of ‘cooking noodles’ sounds similar to ‘bottom’. Cui Feiyan reacted as such because she thought that Huang Xiaolong was proposing to offer his bottom/penis for her to enjoy.