chapter 11 Can't help it

"Your obesity is not an illness; there’;s nothing wrong with your body. It’;s just that you were contaminated by impure things," Han Tang said.

"You mean I was possessed by a ghost?" Feifei Hua exclaimed.

Han Tang replied, "It’;s not possession by a ghost; it’;s a type of spirit called a ‘;Soul Devourer.’; These creatures are born from the Yin energy between Heaven and Earth, extremely rare, and I’;m not sure how you encountered one. Soul Devourers themselves don’;t harm humans, but they are gluttonous by nature. Since they can’;t eat on their own, they attach themselves to people."

"People possessed by them will, like you did, eat voraciously when they see food, leading to excessive weight gain."

"So, you removed it from me?" Feifei Hua asked.

"Yes, without it, your stomach will regain its normal sensations, and you won’;t be able to tolerate so much food, which is why you were vomiting."

"Will I be able to lose weight in the future? Can I wear short skirts and high heels like other girls?"

"Yes, in the future, you will be just like any other normal person," Han Tang affirmed.

Hearing that she would finally be able to lose weight, Feifei Hua cried tears of excitement. Over the years, she had suffered too much injustice and heartache due to her obesity.

After crying, Feifei Hua asked with a hint of shyness, "Why did you kiss me earlier?"

"Oh, that’;s because Soul Devourers are intelligent, like children aged five or six. If it knew I was going to extract it, it would have been cautious, making it very troublesome to remove. I distracted you to catch it off guard and remove it from your body. It seems like that method worked very well."

Although she understood why Han Tang did what he did, Feifei Hua still felt a pang of disappointment. She had truly hoped that Han Tang could love her once.

Han Tang wrote down a prescription and handed it to Feifei Hua, saying, "Start taking these medicines according to this prescription from tomorrow. It will not only help you burn the accumulated fat in your body rapidly but also ensure your skin retains its elasticity after the weight loss."

With Feifei Hua’;s weight, rapid weight loss could result in loose skin, but Han Tang’;s prescription addressed her concerns.

"First, you catch spirits, and then you write prescriptions. Are you a magician or a doctor?"

"Uh... I’;m both, I guess. Being a doctor is my profession, and being a magician is a hobby," Han Tang chuckled.

After Feifei Hua took the prescription, Han Tang said, "I’;ll leave now. Rest well, and for the next two weeks, eat only fruits and vegetables; avoid other foods. After two weeks, you can resume a regular diet."

As Han Tang left, he saw Wendy He standing at the door. She had changed out of her white dress into a blue one, but it seemed like this woman only knew how to dress in professional attire.

Upon seeing Han Tang, Wendy He came over and bowed deeply, saying, "I’;m sorry; I had biases against traditional Chinese medicine before. Please forgive me."

Han Tang hadn’;t expected this proud woman to apologize and replied, "It’;s alright; as long as you understand that traditional Chinese medicine is profound."

"Can you give me a prescription to cure my illness?"

After returning to her room and changing her soiled clothes, Wendy He realized the brilliance of Han Tang’;s medical skills and the wonders of traditional Chinese medicine. She had all the symptoms that Han Tang had mentioned, and Western medicine couldn’;t find any issues. Her health had been deteriorating recently, which was why she sought Han Tang’;s help.

Han Tang said, "That’;s easy; your illness is quite treatable." He took the paper and pen from Wendy He’;s hand and quickly wrote down a prescription and instructions.

"Follow this prescription for a week, and you’;ll be better."

"Thank you!" Wendy He accepted the prescription gratefully.

"You’;re welcome; I’;m a doctor. In the future, try changing your clothes, find a boyfriend, and smile more often; it’;s good for your health."

After saying this, Han Tang left Feifei Hua’;s home. When he returned to the restaurant, it was already midnight, and there were few people on the streets; silence prevailed.

Han Tang took out thirty-six spirit stones from the Ring of the Gods and arranged a Thirty-Six Day Gathering Wealth Formation around the restaurant. Once this formation gradually took effect, the restaurant would undoubtedly see a significant increase in its prosperity.

Entering the restaurant through a side door, Han Tang noticed that the manager’;s office light was still on.

"You’;re not sleeping yet?"

Pushing the door open, Han Tang entered the room. The manager’;s office was a suite, with a bedroom at the back. After Fatty Zhou was replaced by Usan Le, Han Tang had her move into this suite, while he continued to live in the original dormitory.

"Well, there’;s still a lot of work to finish," Usan Le replied without looking up, typing away on her computer.

Han Tang walked over to Usan Le. She had just taken a shower, and her hair was still damp, hanging over her shoulders. She was wearing a purple silk camisole pajama.

Although the dark red patterns covered most of her smooth and snow-like skin, her graceful neck, sexy collarbone, and a glimpse of her alluring cleavage still made him fantasize.

Despite Han Tang’;s efforts to control himself from looking where he shouldn’;t, his eyes couldn’;t help but sneak a peek, once, twice, and several more times.

"Is it pretty?" Usan Le still didn’;t lift her head.

"It’;s beautiful," Han Tang replied before realizing and hurriedly shook his head, saying, "No... no... not beautiful."

Seeing Usan Le glare at him, he quickly added, "I mean... I didn’;t see anything."

"Just look down on men like you, if you want to look, just look openly, no need to be sneaky, you have a dirty mind but no courage."

Han Tang scratched his nose. A man being accused of lacking courage by a woman was a blatant insult.

Usan Le stood up, came out from behind her desk, stretched her shoulders, and then stretched lazily. Inadvertently, these movements showcased her beautiful figure fully. With her semi-transparent silk pajamas, the most dangerous part was that they were vacant underneath. Her prominent features seemed to possess a powerful magic, nearly sucking out Han Tang’;s eyeballs.

At that moment, Han Tang’;s mouth went dry, his heart raced, and his nostrils felt warm.

He quickly turned his head toward the nearby fish tank, but his eyes couldn’;t resist stealing a couple more glances.

Back when she wore a waitress uniform, he thought Usan Le had a pretty face but hadn’;t realized how sexy she could be without that uniform.

Usan Le said, "You capitalists who own businesses are all ruthless. I’;ve been working hard to clean up your mess, and you go off on a date with a beautiful woman, living it up."

Han Tang responded, "It’;s not living it up; I’;m a doctor, I went to see a patient."

"Alright, you’;re a doctor, then come and check me too."

Han Tang asked, "What’;s bothering you?"

"I’;ve been working all day, and my shoulders are killing me. Give me a massage," Usan Le said as she pulled a chair and sat down.

Han Tang stood behind Usan Le, and she leaned back lazily against him.

Han Tang couldn’;t help but feel a dry mouth and a racing heart from this angle. It was just too favorable for observation, and he could fully appreciate Usan Le’;s enchanting figure.

"Don’;t look, start massaging quickly; my shoulders are sore," Usan Le seemed to know exactly what Han Tang was up to at all times.

Han Tang quickly extended his hands, gently pressing on two acupoints on her shoulders.

Usan Le, wearing only her pajamas, had only two thin straps at her shoulders; her shoulder area was completely exposed. Her neck was snowy white, her skin soft and tender, incredibly smooth to the touch, which made Han Tang’;s heart feel hot again.

Although Usan Le had a sharp tongue, she had never been so intimately touched by a man before. With Han Tang’;s hands on her shoulders, she froze, and her heart seemed to leap out of her throat.

"Hey, where are you pressing? My shoulders are sore, not my chest."

"I couldn’;t help it, I... I... pressed the wrong place," Han Tang stammered.
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