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"Mr. Lu, this isn't a good idea! Miss Shen isn't a medical professional, after all. What if something happens to her..."

Assistant Wang nervously swallowed. President Lu was the apple of everyone's eye in the Lu family, and the fact that he was drugged tonight was already a dereliction of duty on his part. He would have to investigate further when he got back, and there might even be punishment. If he let a woman who wasn't a doctor give President Lu an IV drip, and something bad happened, he would be finished!

Lu Zichuan leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his face still flushed, his breathing heavier. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Shen Zhiyi, "Are you confident?"

This matter concerns human lives, and Shen Zhiyi dared not be careless. Besides, Lu Zichuan was her future leader, so how could she do something she wasn't sure about?

She nodded: "Yes."

Lu Zichuan then closed his eyes, his fingers twitching slightly as he rested on the edge of the bathtub. His voice was weak but carried an undeniable authority: "Assistant Wang, you go. I'll take responsibility for the consequences."

Assistant Wang wanted to say something, but when she looked up, she met Lu Zichuan's eyes. His extremely faint gaze was filled with impatience, as if he was about to explode in anger.

Assistant Wang gritted his teeth, turned around in a panic, and ran out.

Shen Zhiyi put the box she was holding aside and called Tan Gui. To be absolutely sure, she had to make sure.

Tan Gui listened to Shen Zhiyi's description and said, "Zhiyi, your judgment is correct. Don't worry about losing, there won't be any problems."

Shen Zhiyi then went to the sink and carefully washed her hands.

A short while later, Assistant Wang returned with what she had asked for.

Shen Zhiyi picked up the medical kit and walked to Lu Zichuan's side. His hand was still resting on the edge of the bathtub, with prominent veins. His upper body was naked, and his pectoral muscles rose and fell with his breathing. His eight-pack abs were faintly visible in the water, drawing people to look deeper.

Shen Zhiyi bit her lip, not daring to look around anymore, and simply lowered her head to take out the necessary items from the medical kit.

In the bathroom, only the heavy breathing of three people could be heard.

Lu Zichuan had his eyes closed, his face flushed, and his brows furrowed tightly, as if he were enduring great pain.

Shen Zhiyi hadn't performed acupuncture on anyone in a long time, so she was a little nervous.

Assistant Wang was the most anxious person there. He had already contacted Dr. Shen when he left, hoping that she could come as soon as possible so that she could take over in time should anything happen.

Shen Zhiyi opened the packaging of the disposable tourniquet. The plastic seal made a faint sound, which was particularly clear in the excessively quiet space.

She lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Lu Zichuan's arm. The arm had smooth lines and distinct muscles. At this moment, due to the effects of the drug, a thin layer of red appeared under the skin, and blue veins meandered under the thin skin, appearing particularly clear because of the tension. However, it was precisely because of the stiffness of the muscles that they were much harder to find than in a normal person.

Her fingertips were slightly cool as she gently pressed above his wrist bone, searching for the elastic veins.

Everything that touched it was scalding hot.

Lu Zichuan's breathing visibly paused for a moment, then became even slower and deeper, as if he was trying even harder to suppress something than before.

He didn't look at her, but turned his head to the side, closed his eyes, and moisture condensed on his long, thick eyelashes, trembling slightly with his breath. The lines of his neck stretched even tighter, and his Adam's apple bobbed heavily.

"Relax," Shen Zhiyi whispered, her voice hoarse without her even realizing it.

She gently patted his skin with her fingertips, trying to ease his tension. The gesture carried a soothing meaning, yet it seemed particularly romantic given the current scene.

Lu Zichuan obeyed and slowly loosened his grip, but his eyes opened wide. His pale eyes were like a bottomless spring, and even the misty air couldn't hide the dark turmoil in them, which locked onto her.

The gaze was almost tangible, scrutinizing, intensely hot, and with a hint of barely suppressed predation, almost as if it could see into the depths of Shen Zhiyi's heart.

Her heart skipped a few beats, and her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and brought the needle close to her skin.

Just as the needle was about to pierce her wrist, Lu Zichuan suddenly raised his free hand, not to stop her, but to precisely grab her free wrist.

His palm was incredibly hot, with immense force and an unyielding strength. His fingertips pressed firmly against her throbbing pulse, as if confirming her presence, or perhaps using it to divert the impact of the sharp, stinging pain.

Shen Zhiyi froze, her face contorted and her breath caught in her throat.

His thumb unconsciously rubbed against the delicate skin of her wrist, bringing a shivering, tingling sensation.

He continued to look at her, the turbulent emotions in his eyes forcibly suppressed beneath a layer of cold calm; only his slightly heavier breathing betrayed his pain and forbearance.

"continue."

He commanded in a hoarse voice, his figure low and indistinct, carrying a languid air of being on the verge of losing control, yet every word was clear and unquestionable.

Shen Zhiyi bit her lower lip, forcing herself to ignore the burning and constricting sensation on her wrist, and swiftly and accurately inserted the needle into her vein.

With the blood returning smoothly, she quickly loosened the tourniquet, secured the needle, and applied adhesive tape.

The whole process was fast and steady, but it felt exceptionally long because of the extremely close proximity and the constant control on the wrist.

The medicine dripped down, as much of it as possible flowed down the scalding blood vessels.

Lu Zichuan slowly loosened his grip on her wrist, but did not let go.

His fingers lingered on her wrist for a moment, with an indescribable meaning, before slowly sliding down and sinking back into the water, creating ripples.

"The technique is not bad."

He spoke softly, his eyes closing again. The almost overwhelming darkness faded, leaving only a deep weariness and a flushed face still affected by the medication.

But that comment, given the current scene, carried a profound ambiguity, as if what she had just done was not a simple medical procedure, but rather... a way to alleviate symptoms.

Shen Zhiyi withdrew her hand, the heat from his skin still lingering on her fingertips.

She lowered her eyes to tidy up the medical waste, not daring to look at the person in the bathtub anymore. Only she knew that her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest.

The air, filled with the crisp scent of cedar mixed with moisture and a certain indescribable restlessness, cast a deep, ambiguous hue over this small space.

Lu Zichuan remained leaning back, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion. Only his slightly rapid breathing and the soft tube connected to the cold medicine on his wrist hinted at the thrilling encounter that had just taken place.

"Are you done?"

Assistant Wang, who had been waiting anxiously, held his breath until he saw Shen Zhiyi actually push the needle into Lu Zichuan's hand, at which point he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He couldn't sense the ambiguity in the room; only the cold sweat dripping down his forehead and back made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Shen Zhiyi turned to look at him and realized that Assistant Wang's eyes were filled with tears. She was afraid that if she didn't finish soon, he would burst into tears on the spot.