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While taking off his shoes, Zhong Wentao explained to Zhou Zihan: "A woman's ankles are very thin and weak, if they are not treated properly then there will be a lot of hidden dangers, and if they are not treated properly then it will lead to a lot of problems."

"But …"

Zhou Zihan still wanted to say something, but Zhong Wentao had already taken off her shoes and socks. When his feet came into contact with the air, he felt a chill down his spine, and his unconscious movements actually made Zhong Wentao feel a strange feeling in his heart.

This was the first time Zhong Wentao saw his feet this directly. They were very white, and wore sneakers all year round without any signs of tan. When he held them in his hands, they were tiny, and emitted a slight heat, just enough to burn his heart.

Her toes were very small, all of them were full, her toenails were painted a beige color, causing Zhong Wentao to be unable to shift his gaze away, he only felt that his heart was getting hotter and hotter.

He swallowed and forced himself to calm down.

He had seen beautiful feet before, but this was the first time he had seen one so beautiful.

"Big Brother Zhong …"

Feeling that Zhong Wentao was different from usual, Zhou Zihan lowered his head, his face was bleeding profusely, and this was the first time he was being held so intimately by someone, especially when Zhong Wentao's eyes seemed to grow on her feet, she did not know what to do.

"Cough, cough."

Coughing a bit, Zhong Wentao calmed himself down.

"Does it hurt here? What about here? "How painful is it?"

In order to display his professionalism, Zhong Wentao began to constantly press his thumb against Zhou Zihan's ankle slowly.

"It hurts a little …"

Zhou Zihan said softly.

Zhong Wentao's technique was not bad, very professional and very comfortable. Although every stroke was very painful, but the accompanying comfortable feeling made people unable to stop, and they hoped that the massage could continue.

While Zhou Zihan was still immersed in the massage, Zhong Wentao used the force of his dantian to send some of his Innate Qi through his fingers to Zhou Zihan's ankles, hoping to speed up the recovery of his ankle.

A warm feeling flowed through his body. Zhou Zihan felt as if he had returned to the feeling he had when he was an infant in his mother's womb.

"So comfortable."

Unconsciously, he let out a sigh. However, he didn't care about losing face and was completely immersed in his enjoyment.

On the contrary, Zhong Wentao's situation did not turn out to be too good. Zhou Zihan closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, slightly tilted his head, and bullied his chest violently. His entire being was filled with a kind of enticing posture.

His heart tensed, and he could not control the strength of his men. A strong force caused Zhou Zihan to immediately cry out in pain, and broke the atmosphere of being paid a bonus.

"Big Brother Zhong?"

Zhou Zihan slowly opened his eyes, feeling very wronged.

Knowing that he had failed, Zhong Wentao became calmer instead. "Pain is a normal occurrence."

Zhou Zihan nodded slightly. He had never doubted Zhong Wentao and thought that it was true.

A beauty's disaster, master's words were indeed correct.

It's just that Zhou Zihan is still so young, and he didn't do anything.

He shook his head quickly and threw out the messy thoughts in his mind. As he exerted a little more strength in his hands, Zhou Zihan felt more and more pain.

Only after enduring for more than ten minutes, did Zhong Wentao finally let go. Zhou Zihan was already sweating profusely.

"It's done."

Zhong Wentao said as he put his hand down.

"Huh?"

Zhou Zihan was a little surprised. Although his legs were numb from the pain, but he really enjoyed the feeling of being massaged by Zhong Wentao. She did not want to stop.

However, she didn't dare to say it out loud, afraid that Zhong Wentao would think that she was a strange person.

Thinking of this, her face turned even redder.

Fortunately, Zhong Wentao did not mind, and only lightly reminded her one more time: "It's already over, you can sleep for one night, wait for your legs to recover, then I will continue to teach you martial arts."

"I still need to practice!"

Zhou Zihan wailed.

Zhong Wentao said: "Yes, this Southern Fist set is most suitable for girls to train in. I understand your physique and know what martial arts is suitable for you the most, as long as you master this set, forget about fighting with others in the future, it will be easy for you to deal with the girls who cause trouble at school."

"Really?"

Zhou Zihan was skeptical.

Zhong Wentao laughed and said: "When have I ever lied to you? Just now, when I rubbed your feet, I had already imbued some of my Innate Qi into your body, to help you cultivate your Qi and become accustomed to Southern Fist Art more quickly."

"True qi? What is that? "

Zhou Zihan could not understand. Did this thing really exist?

Zhong Wentao's martial arts skills were already very impressive, he even had true qi, and she could still get it into her body, wasn't that even more mystical?

Girls liked things that they had never seen before. Zhou Zihan was no exception, his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Zhong Wentao, making him a little scared instead.

"Big Brother Zhong, I also want true qi. You can teach me."

Zhou Zihan smiled as he tried to curry favor with him. If it was like this, she could go to school and show off.

She was just worrying about her own introduction to university, so she didn't know what to say. If she had this kind of special ability, she would definitely be able to get along with her classmates easily.

Touching Zhou Zihan's hair, Zhong Wentao could only hit her: "When you've mastered the Southern Fist Art, come and ask me again about this matter."

"Why?"

Zhou Zihan was a little disappointed.

"You can't eat a fatty in one bite."

Zhong Wentao smiled as he consoled his and helped Zhou Zihan in. Zhou Cangzhu had already washed the dishes and was lying on the sofa listening to the radio.

Regarding the matter of Zhou Zihan's twisted leg, Zhou Cangzhu's father did not care at all.

"Wen Tao, sprain is no small matter. You have to massage Zi Han properly, how can one foot do that? The other foot should also be massaged. "

Zhou Cangzhu casually spoke, making Zhong Wentao want to vomit blood.

Recalling Zhou Zihan's fair legs, he felt his blood pumping.

It hadn't been easy for her to finish her tribulation, but when Zhou Cangzhu opened his mouth, she unexpectedly had to undergo another tribulation.

"Dad!"

Zhou Zihan said in dissatisfaction, who would order others around like that?

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll massage."

Zhong Wentao helplessly agreed. Although patience was a type of torture, looking at Zhou Zihan's feet was also a type of enjoyment.

If he was in pain and happy at the same time, it would actually help him cultivate even better.

"Big Brother Zhong …"

Zhou Zihan was a little anxious and wanted to reject his.

Zhong Wentao did not care about her, and brought her into the room. The door opened as if to tell Zhou Cangzhu that it was really just a massage inside.

Seeing Zhong Wentao massage the other leg that wasn't injured, the comfortable feeling became even more obvious. There was no pain at all.

But seeing how Zhong Wentao was going to do it, she instead felt a pain in his heart.

Not long after, Zhou Cangzhu arrived at the door, and saw how they had caused him to almost die from shame.

"Dad!"

Zhou Zihan shouted, what did the ambiguous smile on Zhou Cangzhu's face count for?

"Don't shout, I'm just concerned about you."

Zhou Cangzhu said as he raised his eyebrows. He clearly didn't think that way.

"You asked Big Brother Zhong to massage me."

Zhou Zihan shouted loudly, extremely unsatisfied.

He took back his foot and didn't want to stretch it out again.

Zhou Cangzhu only smiled, and without saying anything, his face turned even redder.

"Uncle Zhou, I've already given Zi Han a massage. Her condition has been alleviated, she will be fine tomorrow. Don't worry too much."

Zhong Wentao laughed and said, ignoring Zhou Cangzhu's joke.

Zhou Cangzhu also understood that his daughter was very thin-skinned, and knew that Zhong Wentao was a fool when it came to men and women, so he didn't make it hard for them and directly called Zhong Wentao out for a chat.

Although he did not know what it was for, it was said that he had been treated by many doctors at the national level, and there was no change in them either. He heard that the name of the Ciji Hall was specially used to look for him.

However, he was helpless against this illness, and wanted to hug Ciji Hall's reputation, so he could only ask Zhong Wentao to come back and take over.

"Is it serious?"

Zhong Wentao was a little curious.

The condition that even Zheng Yu and Zheng Yu couldn't cure with their combined efforts was indeed very serious.

However, Zheng Yu was not there right now, and there was no chance for him to inquire any further, so he could only listen to Zhou Cangzhu first and tell him the result of his examination.

After stopping, Zhong Wentao felt that this matter was a little dangerous.

From what Zhou Cangzhu had said, that person's accent was not that of a local, but he was here to seek medical treatment from a foreign land. His status was extremely high and mighty, so it didn't matter if he was treated, but if it wasn't treated … Ciji Hall might even disappear from the face of the earth.

"What do you think?"

Zhou Cangzhu asked softly, a little worried.

"What time did you make an appointment?"

Zhong Wentao asked immediately.

"Ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhou Cangzhu immediately opened his mouth: "That person seems to be very sensitive towards time, when he came yesterday, he agreed that it would be 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and not a minute late. Zheng Yu was two minutes late, and he did not let Zheng Yu inspect him, and thought that he was unprofessional."

"Really?"

Zhong Wentao was a little surprised.

This kind of obsessive compulsive disorder was somewhat outrageous.

"It's true."

Zhou Cangzhu was also very helpless.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he didn't believe that anyone would be so accurate in timing.

"There is only one possibility."

Zhou Cangzhu guessed: "Either he is a person who is very sensitive to time, or else his work and life are closely related to time, being punctual is very important to him."

"Uncle Zhou, everything has nothing to do with us."

Zhong Wentao was very serious.

Even if they knew the man's identity, what good would it do them?

Since the other party didn't want them to know his identity, if they were to forcefully guess his identity, it would instead lead to a fatal disaster.

This person had come to another country to seek medical help, so as to not let others know of his identity.

Zhou Cangzhu's face turned cold, and suddenly started to understand.

Zhong Wentao's words were correct. If he had really guessed it earlier, then when he saw those people tomorrow, they would definitely show it.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhou Cangzhu still felt some lingering fear.

Zhong Wentao smiled slightly, he planned to properly meet this person who was sensitive to time tomorrow.

Morning, ten o'clock.