The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

[System: Warning! Unknown bioactive ingredient detected.]

[System: This substance is analyzing the host's pheromones and attempting to establish a biological resonance link.] Alarm bells rang loudly in Luo Ning's mind.

Natasha's fingers were already smeared with some ointment; her fingertips were slightly cool and had the slippery texture of medical gloves. "Don't be nervous, relax."

She smiled, and with an irresistible gentleness, gently pulled back a corner of Luo Ning's hospital gown, revealing his flat stomach. "Your body experienced an energy overload earlier, and I need to check the reaction of your skin and muscles."

Her fingers, coated with the cool, slippery medicine, began to rub in circles on his lower abdomen. It was an extremely strange sensation.

Upon contact with the ointment, the skin initially felt cool, followed by a warm current that seeped from deep within the skin and quickly spread.

The warm current carried a tingling, comfortable sensation, causing his tense muscles to relax involuntarily. The feeling was so comfortable that it filled him with dread.

His body was betraying his will, craving this unfamiliar "treatment." Natasha's technique was professional, her movements gentle and precise.

But her fingers always seemed to subtly increase the pressure in places where they shouldn't have lingered.

Those areas were the ones marked on the system map, regions that had become exceptionally sensitive due to energy overload. "The temperature here seems a bit higher than elsewhere."

Her fingertips gently pressed on a spot below his abdomen. "Really?"

Luo Ning's voice was somewhat hoarse.

He could feel that the heat he hated was beginning to rise, precisely captured and lured by that hand.

Natasha's lips curved into a slight smile. "Looks like the medicine is working well."

Her hand continued downwards, the movements still so professional, yet with a strong sense of intrusion.

"For better absorption, we need to do some muscle relaxation. This ensures that the medication penetrates to the areas where it is most needed."

Her other hand, through the thin blanket, covered the already somewhat out-of-control area. Luo Ning shuddered and froze.

"Don't move." Natasha's voice was lowered, carrying a reassuring yet undeniable command. "It's just a normal bodily reaction."

I need to record this data; it's important for your treatment.

She was like a meticulous scientist, observing the reactions of samples to specific stimuli. Cold, focused, and extremely purposeful.

Just as Luo Ning's defenses were about to collapse, a pungent smell, a mixture of earth and the smell of burning plants, violently dispelled the sweet fragrance in the room.

Ling stood up without anyone noticing.

Holding a small, still-smoking handful of black grass leaves, she paced expressionlessly around the bed. The smell, like some kind of potent insect repellent, made Naksha pause for a moment.

"What are you doing?" Natasha's brow furrowed slightly for the first time. Ling didn't look at her, but simply flicked the ash from the burnt grass into the trash can. "Get rid of the odor," she uttered, concisely.

Natasha gave her a deep look, then glanced at Luo Ning, who was lying on the bed with a flushed face and rapid breathing, before finally sitting up.

"That concludes today's treatment." She regained her gentle smile. "Luo Ning, remember to think of me on time, okay? I'll come see you again tomorrow." She pushed the medical cart and left the ward with graceful steps.

The moment the door closed, Lingke walked to the bedside and pulled a grayish-brown animal skin cloth with a texture comparable to sandpaper from her adventure backpack.

Without a word, she threw back the covers, grabbed Luo Ning's arm, and began to rub it vigorously. "It hurts!"

Luo Ning couldn't help but cry out.

The animal skin cloth stung his delicate skin as it brushed against it.

Ling ignored him and moved quickly and roughly, rubbing all the places where Natasha had applied ointment all over his body, until his skin turned red.

“Gems in the city,” she explained, as if cleaning up some disgusting residue. “They need to be thoroughly removed.”

After she finished doing all this, she put the snow wolf winter pelt back on Luo Ning's body, as if using her own scent to cover up the traces left by another intruder.

Luo Ning curled up under the wolf skin, the heat in his body subsiding, replaced by a burning sensation on his skin. But for some reason, this pain brought him an unprecedented sense of peace.

In the afternoon, the door to the ward was pushed open again. Silva and Bronya walked in.

Hiluva held a bowl of her newly researched lily and lotus seed soup, which is said to have calming effects.

Bronya was carrying a brand-new children's educational game console. But they were stunned as soon as they entered the room.

The room was filled with an indescribable, strange smell, a mixture of wood ash and some kind of animal fur.

The child they wanted to care for was hiding himself in a dirty animal skin, watching them warily, like a small animal licking its wounds after a fierce battle.

Their concern and their gifts stood at the doorway, yet there wasn't a single gap to pass them in.

This small hospital room has completely transformed into an arena filled with primitive rules that they cannot comprehend, and they seem to be losing even the right to enter.

Chapter 191 Natasha's Deep Treatment

The door to the ward was pushed open.

Natasha walked in. Today she wasn't wearing her white lab coat, but a well-fitting dark work uniform, which made her look even more capable.

She still had that gentle smile on her face, and in her hand she held a medical tray with several bottles of beautifully colored essential oils and a small steamer.

Lingke, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was wiping her exploration knife with a rough cloth, not even lifting an eyelid at Natasha's arrival.

"Good morning, Luo Ning." Natasha's voice was like warm honey. "Today, I'll give you a different treatment method."

She plugged the fumigator into the power source and dripped a few drops of pale yellow liquid into it.

Soon, a warm, sweet fragrance with a hint of floral scent filled the room.

This smell isn't as pungent as disinfectant, nor as aggressive as the wild scent on Ling Ke; it's gentle, like an invisible hand softly caressing your nerves.

Luo Ning's body unconsciously relaxed a little.

[System: Warning! Complex pheromone inducer detected.]

[System: This substance is lowering the host's mental defense threshold through the olfactory nerves.]

The alarm bells were ringing in her head, but her body honestly succumbed to the drowsy comfort, and Ling stopped wiping the knife.

She raised her head, her icy blue pupils sweeping over the fumigation device, then over Luo Ning, whose eyes were beginning to glaze over on the bed. She didn't speak, and sheathed the cleaned knife.

"Yesterday's energy surge has left your body still tense." Natasha had already sat down on the edge of the bed. She unscrewed a bottle of purple essential oil, poured some into her fair palm, rubbed her hands together to warm them, and her movements were elegant and professional.

"If this energy is not channeled out in time, it will accumulate and cause secondary damage to you."

Her voice was soft and gentle, each word like a hypnotic whisper: "Don't be afraid, let me help you relax."

Her warm palm, through the thin hospital gown, covered Luo Ning's calf.

Then, she began to press and knead with a slow but firm rhythm. This felt completely different from Ling Ke's rough wiping.

Natasha's pressure was just right; every press sent a comfortable shiver through the sore muscles.

A warm current seeped from her palms into her skin, flowing throughout her limbs. Luo Ning gritted her teeth to keep from moaning out loud in pleasure.

His body was melting away little by little, losing the will to resist.

“It seems you like it.” Natasha’s lips curved into a smile. Her hand traced the muscle lines of her calf upwards.

Her movements were fluid and seamless, like playing a precise musical instrument. When her hand touched Luo Ning's thigh, Luo Ning's body tensed abruptly.

"Don't be nervous. The muscle groups here are reacting the most intensely, which means that the energy stagnation is also the most severe."

Her fingertips traced circles on the inside of his thigh, in a particularly sensitive spot, with just the right amount of pressure.

The tingling sensation, like an electric current, instantly coursed through Luo Ning's body, causing her breathing to become erratic.

"It doesn't look very good through clothes," Natasha said with a hint of regret.

"To allow the essential oil to fully penetrate, we need to make direct contact with the skin so that the stagnant energy can be released." She didn't give Luo Ning a chance to refuse, and with a gentle flick of her finger, she rolled up the leg of his loose hospital gown to his thigh. Her warm, smooth palm pressed directly against his delicate skin.

Luo Ning shuddered, an unprecedented sensation exploding from the point of contact. Shame, panic, and a tinge of uncontrollable desire coursing through his body.

[System: Warning! Host's heart rate exceeds 150! Abnormal skin conductance! Rapidly increasing dopamine levels!]

[System: Losing basic control of the machine!]

Natasha's technique became more refined; her fingers seemed to dance on his skin, each press and knead precisely stimulating his most sensitive nerves.

The burning heat that he hated so much was starting to rise again in the lower abdomen.

Moreover, this time it was more ferocious and uncontrollable than ever before. "Good, a normal bodily reaction."

Natasha lowered her voice even further, as if speaking right next to his ear, "I need to record this data; it's important for your treatment."

Her other hand, without her noticing, had quietly slipped under the covers and gently covered the fully awakened, burning hot spot through the thin fabric.

"Don't suppress it, Luo Ning."

"Release is also part of the healing process."

Luo Ning's mind went blank. He felt like a fish thrown ashore, unable to do anything but gasp for breath. Just as his defenses were about to completely collapse...

A soft "sound."

Ling Ke stood up.

Without saying a word, she walked to the bedside, didn't even glance at Natasha, and directly pulled the blanket off Luo Ning.

Then, under Natasha's slightly surprised gaze, she pulled out a piece of grayish-brown animal hide from her backpack, the hide having a texture comparable to sandpaper.

She grabbed one of Luo Ning's legs and vigorously rubbed it onto the skin, which was covered in Natasha's essential oil and glistening with a warm, oily sheen. "Ah!"

Luo Ning couldn't help but cry out.

That wasn't a comfortable groan, but a pure cry of pain.

The rough surface of the animal hide scraped against his skin, which had become incredibly sensitive from the essential oils and massage, bringing a burning sting. The heat that had just been aroused was instantly shattered by this sharp pain.

"What are you doing?" Natasha's voice finally turned cold. Ling ignored her.

Her movements were swift and brutal, leaving no inch of the place Natasha touched untouched. Calves, thighs, abdomen.

She wiped away the slippery essential oil along with a layer of dead skin, as if cleaning out some disgusting contaminant. Luo Ning's skin quickly turned red and was covered with fine scratches.

Strangely, this sharp pain actually cleared his confused mind. Looking at Ling Ke's expressionless profile, he felt an indescribable sense of relief.

Natasha watched this scene silently, her hand, which had been hidden under the covers, now withdrawn. The gentle smile on her face slowly faded, replaced by a probing, cold scrutiny. "It seems I was too hasty."

She stood up, her perfect doctor's expression returning. "That concludes today's treatment. Luo Ning, get some rest." She pushed the medical cart, turned, and left, her steps still graceful.

Just before closing the door, she glanced back at Luo Ning, who was curled up on the bed next to Ling Ke with flushed skin, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

"Tomorrow, I will use a gentler approach." The door closed.

The cloying sweetness in the room was being dissipated by the cold wind blowing in through the window. Lingke finished wiping and casually tossed the animal hide coin onto the floor.

She then covered Luo Ning with the snow wolf's winter pelt again, wrapping him completely up. It was as if she were using her scent to declare ownership of this territory.

Luo Ning huddled under the rough wolf pelt, the heat in his body completely subsided, leaving only a burning pain on his skin. But this pain felt like a solid fortress.

Protect him in this small, safe "nest" that belongs to him and Lingke.

Chapter 192 The Pawn Being Sought After: Luo Ning

The afternoon sun slanted into the ward, making it a little warmer than in the morning, but it still couldn't dispel the chill that seeped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the scent of the snowfield.

Lingke is performing maintenance on her multi-purpose entrenching tool.

She removed the blade from the spatula and used an oil-soaked soft cloth to wipe away the tiny scratches over and over again, her movements focused and repetitive, as if it were the only important thing in the world.

The strong smell of wood ash in the room had faded considerably, leaving only a faint aftertaste, which mixed with the disinfectant and cold air to create a new, equally unpleasant odor.

The door was pushed open, making quite a commotion this time.

Hilva strode in, carrying an electric guitar without its case, followed by Bronya with her steady steps. "Hey, little Lonning, your big sister Hilva's here to see you!"

Hiluva's voice was so loud it seemed to shake the ceiling down. She immediately spotted Luo Ning curled up on the bed, along with the filthy wolf skin on his body.

Her brows furrowed.

"What is this? Why is it covered with such a rough thing? What if it rubs my skin raw?" She said, reaching out to tear off the wolf skin.

Luo Ning subconsciously gripped the edge of the wolf skin, shrinking back slightly. Ling Ke, who had been engrossed in wiping the shovel, finally reacted.

She raised her head, her icy blue pupils coldly sweeping over Shiluva.

"Antibacterial." "Huh?"

Hiluva didn't understand.

“There are too many germs in the city,” Ling explained succinctly, then lowered her head and continued her skincare routine, giving off an impression that said, “I’ve said my piece, don’t bother me anymore.”