While out picking up trash, I was forcefully pushed around by a beautiful female CEO.

In the small duplex room, Meng Qingyao and Lin Feng spent some time alone together.

"Lin Feng..."

Meng Qingyao was too weak to speak, and leaned against Lin Feng's chest: "You're not lying to me, are you? This kind of thing can really help you regain your strength?"

Even now, Meng Qingyao still finds Lin Feng's words somewhat absurd.

"Why would I need to lie to you about something like this?"

Lin Feng laughed, but he understood Meng Qingyao, after all, even he found it somewhat unbelievable.

"So, has your strength recovered?"

Meng Qingyao raised her head, a strand of hair falling onto her cheek, and blinked her eyes curiously at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng closed his eyes and sensed it for a moment, a look of confusion on his face: "There's some effect, but compared to the previous two times, it seems very weak!"

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingyao also looked puzzled.

Lin Feng didn't speak. He closed his eyes again and sensed it for a moment. Then he confirmed that he was right. The first two times he was intimate with Meng Qingyao, the first time he directly recovered to the peak of internal strength, and the second time he directly recovered to the late stage of Qi Transformation. Now, although there were still some effects, his strength had not made much progress. He was still in the late stage of Qi Transformation, but he was closer to the peak of Qi Transformation than before.

"strangeness!"

Lin Feng couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

By noon, Yun Muxin had already proven that the recovery of his strength was only effective with Meng Qingyao.

However, the effect of Meng Qingyao's treatment has been greatly reduced.

"Do you feel anything different from before?"

Meng Qingyao naturally hoped that Lin Feng's strength would recover quickly.

Upon hearing Meng Qingyao's words, Lin Feng suddenly realized something and said, "Indeed, the first time and this afternoon, I could feel a warm current flowing into my body from within you. Just now, although that warm current was still there, it was much thinner than before!"

"Is that so?"

Meng Qingyao was taken aback, and then a look of hesitation crossed her face.

Lin Feng looked at Meng Qingyao with some surprise. Judging from Meng Qingyao's reaction, she had obviously thought of something.

Lin Feng didn't rush to ask; he knew Meng Qingyao would definitely tell him.

"Lin Feng, I wonder if that warm current you mentioned is related to the strange illness I have."

Meng Qingyao bit her lip and spoke.

"Hmm? A strange illness?"

Lin Feng looked at Meng Qingyao with a puzzled expression.

"Yes."

Perhaps thinking of her parents, Meng Qingyao looked somewhat sad.

"Your mother?"

Lin Feng looked at Meng Qingyao.

"Um!"

Meng Qingyao's mood visibly sombered, and she said softly, "This illness is called 'scorching syndrome.' Do you know why my parents went into the pharmaceutical industry back then?"

"Is it because of the strange illness you mentioned?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and then spoke.

"That's right. I first fell ill when I was seven years old. When I had an attack, my skin would turn red like a red-hot iron, and I would have a persistent high fever. My skin would feel burning hot, as if I were being burned by a raging fire. I would feel a stinging pain all over my body and have difficulty breathing. In severe cases, I would faint. Since then, I have had an attack almost every year."

Meng Qingyao hugged Lin Feng tightly and whispered, "My parents took me to many hospitals, but they couldn't find the cause of my illness. Later, a very experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor said he had seen my symptoms in ancient books and learned that it was called 'Red Burning Syndrome.' Although the old doctor diagnosed my symptoms, he didn't have the ability to cure them. He said that if the frequency of the attacks continued, my body would collapse sooner or later, and it would get worse and worse. He wasn't even sure if I would live to be thirty. So, over the years, my parents have been using their company's business to visit large pharmaceutical research companies everywhere, hoping to find a way to suppress the strange disease in my body."

"So they went abroad three years ago?"

Lin Feng had heard Meng Qingyao mention that her parents went abroad three years ago, and then the cruise ship sank.

"Yes, I hadn't graduated from university yet. I was rushing to finish my thesis when I suddenly fell ill. It was very serious. My skin was bleeding all over. My roommates were terrified and contacted the teacher to take me to the hospital. I was in the emergency ICU for a week before I woke up."

Meng Qingyao's face was pale, her eyes filled with fear, and her voice trembled slightly: "After that incident, my parents realized the seriousness of the situation. If things continued this way, I might really not live past thirty, just as that old Chinese medicine doctor predicted. That's why they turned their attention abroad. Who knew that something like this would happen? If it weren't for my strange illness, perhaps my parents wouldn't have met with this accident."

By the end, Meng Qingyao's eyes were red, and her words carried a hint of self-reproach.

When was the last time you had an attack?

Lin Feng gently stroked Meng Qingyao's hair and asked.

"It's the one I told you about three years ago!"

Meng Qingyao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes on Lin Feng's shoulder, took a deep breath, and said.

"Hmm? So you haven't had a relapse in three years?"

Lin Feng smiled and comforted him, "In that case, you don't need to worry. Perhaps your strange illness has already been cured."

"If you really get better, you won't feel that way about me anymore."

Meng Qingyao shook her head.

Lin Feng remained silent, unsure how to respond, because things were indeed as Meng Qingyao had said. He didn't have this feeling with Yun Muxin, which was enough to show Meng Qingyao's specialness, and this strange illness was precisely what made Meng Qingyao special.

"Actually, I haven't had a relapse in the past three years, thanks to a friend of mine."

Meng Qingyao said, her words filled with regret: "If I had met her earlier, my parents might not have been in such a hurry to find a cure for my strange illness."

"friend?"

Lin Feng was even more puzzled.

"That's right, she was a classmate of mine in college. Her name is Mu Qingning. She's a bit strange. In your men's terms, she's rather cold. She hardly interacts with her classmates. For four years of college, she lived alone and didn't live in the school dormitory. She rented an apartment on her own."

Meng Qingyao slowly recounted her memories of her university days.

"So how did you meet her and become friends?"

Lin Feng chuckled.

"We met three years ago after I fell ill and returned to school from the hospital. She was the one who contacted me."

With gratitude in her eyes, Meng Qingyao said, "Although I had just been discharged from the hospital, I was still very weak for half a month. One night, I went for a walk downstairs in my dormitory, and Qingning came up to me and told me that if I didn't get treatment for the strange illness in my body, I would die if it recurred."

"She can tell you about the strange illness in your body?"

Lin Feng looked at Meng Qingyao and asked in surprise.