Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1117 - 660: You’re Sick

Sui Yi’s medical skills are excellent, which many people know but might not consider highly. Even Shong Xiufang had only visited under the guise of seeking medical advice, unexpectedly hitting the jackpot...

Well, it wasn’t the jackpot, but rather she hadn’t expected Sui Yi to truly address her health issues.

However, Shong Xiufang would never spread this news; firstly, it’s an awkward subject for a lady, and secondly, knowing Sui Yi’s introverted and reserved nature, he likely dislikes trouble. So, she didn’t mention it to anyone.

Still, it turns out someone else approached, and it’s a woman.

Her appearance is incredibly innocent, dressed in a long white gown, although she exudes a deeply alluring and seductive aura...

Sensational, a word that leaps into many people’s minds.

This woman isn’t a stranger; she clearly recognizes Sui Yi, though Sui Yi doesn’t recall her well.

"I’m Bai Qinger. I had the fortune of meeting Mr. Sui once in Yangzhou."

She starts off with this greeting as if she shares a familiarity with Sui Yi, possibly having only seen him in Yangzhou...

The second sentence: "You are righteous, sir, for having killed that wicked Yuwen Huaji, thus avenging us common folks."

The third: "I’ve long admired you, sir. Meeting you today is delightful, and hearing of your extraordinary medical skills, I boldly request your assistance concerning a strange condition I have...."

What does "just so" mean... it sounds like she’s pleased to be ill—Song Yuzhi and Li Xiuning simultaneously raised their eyebrows.

Common women generally have no fondness for this kind of flirty, seductive woman, let alone the Gate Valve ladies. Even extroverted Song Yuzhi and open-minded Li Xiuning couldn’t help but frown.

But Shong Xiufang was more gracious, glanced over, and smiled faintly.

Indeed, after these three sentences, Wan Ge was certain Sui Yi would attend to the woman. Although she might not seem respectable, to Sui Yi, respectability is all the same.

Sui Yi wasn’t exactly averse to treating others, especially women. She was notably polite to them, "Is it now?"

"Well, sir, you’re still eating, aren’t you..."

Song Yuzhi: Clearly.

"No matter, Wan Ge, I’ll step over there," Sui Yi didn’t mind examining someone at the dining table but wouldn’t do so in front of friends. That would be impolite behavior, so he got up and asked an attendant.

"There are individual booths for resting over there. The two of you can go there...." The attendant led the way, and Sui Yi followed Bai Qinger, just able to see Shong Xiufang’s trio.

Facing them.

Shong Xiufang and Li Xiuning both nodded and smiled at Sui Yi.

And the other lady...

Sui Yi finally saw the person.

A stunning visage, exuding the regal aura in every strand of her hair. Yet that one glance bore inexplicable Buddhist insight that seemed to touch the heart, with lips slightly curved, adding a hint of playful ambiguity.

That one glance felt like seeing an old friend.

Sui Yi nodded to the three and walked straight past....

Ignoring Li Jiancheng’s concealed mocking expression and bypassing the man who looked almost identical to him.

Li Yuanji.

This man had a bold gaze.

Hou Xibai had casually taken a seat, uninterested in food, merely watching Sui Yi’s departing figure, uncertain what plans lay in his eyes.

That side indeed had few guests because it wasn’t lunchtime, so only two people sat sparsely nearby when Sui Yi entered the room without much observation.

Sure enough, it was intended for resting, similar to many high-end restaurants, complete with soft seating.

Upon entry, with the door still open, Bai Qinger smiled.

"Sir, you don’t know my identity, do you?"

After sitting, Sui Yi raised her eyes to Bai Qinger, and in the bright and spacious room, that look stretched out timelessly.

"Mmm"

Bai Qinger smiled, her smile blanketing the room in her rich alluring demeanor...

Just as she was about to speak.

"Finished yet?"

I haven’t even begun... Bai Qinger was about to speak again...

"Hand."

"...."

Facing the one notably different from a domineering boss, yet with such commanding presence that rendered others powerless and submissive, the renowned "Mr. Sui," Bai Qinger’s expression stiffened, but she relaxed and sat down, extending her slender, fair wrist. When she felt Sui Yi’s fingers touch her hand, she barely perceptibly frowned.

She generally didn’t like others having prettier hands than hers—especially when their face was already prettier.

However...

She glanced at Sui Yi’s chest, hmm, sufficient.

Sui Yi ignored the subtleties of her gaze, placing fingers on her wrist. After a moment, she looked at Bai Qinger.

"You have an illness."

"..."

At that moment, Bai Qinger’s expression almost crumbled, her eyes darkened briefly, hiding a flicker of doubt and disbelief, revealing surprise and concern.

"Really!" Her eyes were on the verge of tears, about to overflow, her gaze filled with unbearable fragility, with a teary face already in evidence....

"....."

Sui Yi glanced at the woman.

"Mmm"

"What should I do? Sir, you must save me."

"Take off your clothes."

"....."

Yes, finished yet, hand, you have an illness, mmm, take off your clothes.

Twelve words!

A mere twelve words split into six sentences!

Leaving Bai Qinger speechless thrice, stunned twice, and finally shocked.

—I am shocked.

"Take off... clothes?" Bai Qinger’s expression was somewhat apprehensive, her tone elongated.

Sui Yi tilted his head and said lightly, "There’s something wrong with your chest."

There’s something wrong with your chest, dammit!!!

Just because it’s bigger than yours, there’s a problem?

Bai Qinger’s expression froze for a moment, her gaze flickered, then she suddenly smiled, a fragrant smile.

"Since Teacher wishes so, then Qinger will take it off..."

The room was filled with a spring-like atmosphere.

Outside, just ten meters away by the window, it seemed that no one was disturbing here, as if the hair fluttered even without wind.

Li Shimin sat there, looking at the person in front of him, hearing the other say, "The Second Young Master’s heart is unsettled."

The voice was like clear spring water, both agile and echoing.

So light and subtle, it had a bit of that serene, solitary air of Sui Yi.

"Hmm?" Li Shimin chuckled slightly, "Brother Qin’s questions probe to the core of the world, it’s only natural for my heart to be unsettled, don’t you think?"

"But your unrest comes from seeing someone."

"Indeed," Li Shimin slightly closed his eyes and said softly, "Someone who, if Brother Qin saw, would inevitably cause him the same distress."

Young Master Qin didn’t respond, just sipped his tea, after a moment, those delicate fingers put down the teacup.

"The opportunity will come."

And at this moment.

Bam!

The previously closed door suddenly banged open, and a woman’s alluring yet faint voice came out from inside.

Sounding like a call, but also like a moan...

Making one inexplicably feel strange.

"Teacher, please don’t... ah~~"

Li Shimin and Brother Qin exchanged a glance.

Before the former could say anything, the latter frowned, his figure became a blur.....

Arriving at the doorway.

Just lifting his eyes to see... that Young Master Qin’s delicate, clear face with bright eyes suddenly froze in expression.

What was the exact meaning of that expression—it seemed like he saw something incomprehensible and unacceptable.

For instance, the scene before his eyes was this—the exquisite celestial-tempered woman stood expressionlessly to the side, holding a red dudou in her hand, with mandarin ducks playing on it~~ the outer skirt was hanging on the chair beside her.

Then the owner of the dudou and skirt must be this naked, delicate snow-white body, arms covering her softness, face full of shy timidity and panic, the tender lady...

Young Master Qin was just stunned for a moment, then turned around, just catching sight of Li Shimin approaching...

It was clear that Li Shimin must not witness this.

And himself....

Just as Young Master Qin was about to step forward...

Bam!

The door suddenly closed with an eerie sound.

Li Shimin, locked outside the door: "....."

Perhaps... this was the first time Emperor Taizong of Tang, once a world-renowned overlord during certain periods, had a door slammed in his face.

The wind from the door brushing across his face.

Hmm, a bit chilly.

——————-

The wind also brushed through Young Master Qin’s hair, with only three people inside the room.

The scent of allure, freshness, and subtle fragrance mingled together for a moment.

Bai Qinger glanced at Brother Qin, then at Sui Yi, tears unconsciously rolled down her face.

In such a bizarre atmosphere.

At least one of the three should say something, right?

Yet, Young Master Qin seemed thoughtful, more composed than a distant mountain.

And Mr. Sui... She held a pen in one hand, skillfully writing on the paper, while the other tossed the garment, dudou included, over to Bai Qinger.

In her daze.

Sui Yi had already stopped writing, pulled out the paper, walked over, and handed it to Bai Qinger: "Breast cancer. If untreated, it’ll have to be removed. If not removed, it’ll be fatal... No matter how good your martial arts are, they are useless."

Bai Qinger’s expression truly cracked a bit, she didn’t know if she should take it for a moment, and Sui Yi let her decide, as her fingertips released, the paper floated... landing in Young Master Qin’s hands.

His gaze swept over, eyes shimmering lightly, before finally looking at Sui Yi: "Beautiful handwriting."

Bai Qinger: Are these two lunatics more concerned with the handwriting right now? And also...

"Teacher, what is breast cancer? Is that why you were... touching me there before?"

Brother Qin’s gaze quickly fell upon Sui Yi again.

Touching....?

Such disrespect, defying convention, could be called....

Sui Yi didn’t even look at Brother Qin, only at Bai Qinger, "Put it on, it’s cold."

Bai Qinger: "....."

A kind of mentality sprung up, like playing the lute to a cow, inexplicable, hysterical, eager but unable to eat hot tofu, and a kitchen knife unable to cut a tangled mess.

Yet, it couldn’t continue.

Because when this face speaks to you in a calm yet gentle tone to put on clothes lest you catch a chill.... it seems that being touched doesn’t seem to matter much anymore. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)