Chapter 11

Under the intense advances of the two enthusiastic young women, Zhang Dong, the young novice, soon found himself struggling to keep up.

After all, it was his first time experiencing such a situation, and it was only natural that he found it hard to resist.

In a moment of carelessness, the young woman with a fiery figure, chosen by Vice President Ma, planted a kiss on his cheek.

Seeing this, the other young woman, not to be outdone, grabbed Zhang Dong's hand and placed it on her soft, firm chest.

In that instant, the phrase "a handful of softness" flashed through Zhang Dong's mind.

But before he could fully savor the moment, the fiery young woman, as if deliberately trying to outdo the other, sat down on Zhang Dong's lap, face-to-face, and rubbed her ample bosom against his chest.

This passionate intensity was almost too much for Zhang Dong to bear.

Just as he was about to get up to avoid the situation, a scream suddenly came from outside.

This was followed by a shout: "Quick, someone! Help! Help!!!"

Zhang Dong vaguely recognized the voice as Zhou Ning's!

Exchanging a glance with Vice President Ma, the two of them got up and walked out without a word.

As soon as they stepped out of the private room, they saw the door of the adjacent room open, revealing a naked, sweating man lying on the large sofa inside.

Beside the man, Zhou Ning, disheveled and terrified, was trembling, not even noticing that her chest was exposed.

The female supervisor, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, examined the man and exclaimed in shock, "Oh no! This client has suffered from yang deficiency!"

Yang deficiency, also known as "cold wind" in folk terms, occurs when a man's yang energy is excessively depleted during sexual activity, leading to a state of collapse and unconsciousness.

In such a situation, the risk of sudden death is extremely high!

"Quick, get the client to the hospital for emergency treatment!" the club manager, who had just arrived, said sternly.

The female supervisor, however, gave a bitter smile. "I don't think it will make a difference even if we take him to the hospital. From my experience, he's finished!"

Most supervisors have worked as hostesses before, and in this area, her experience far outweighed that of the manager.

Hearing this, the manager's face turned dark and terrifying.

He pointed angrily at the bewildered Zhou Ning and shouted, "Damn it, how could this happen?

Zhou Ning, you dared to violate the club's rules and engage in private transactions with clients in the private room!

You will bear full responsibility for this!

If the client's family demands compensation, you will be the one to pay!"

Zhou Ning's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip and argued, "Manager! I didn't violate the club's rules! Besides, how could I possibly afford the compensation?"

While the club unofficially allowed hostesses to serve clients in various ways, the official rules certainly didn't state this.

So, if the manager wanted to pin all the blame on Zhou Ning, she had no way to defend herself!

"Hmph! That's not my problem! Someone, arrest Zhou Ning, and call 120 to take the client to the hospital. If the client doesn't survive, Zhou Ning will have to face the client's family!"

The manager's voice was cold.

But what was even colder was Zhou Ning's heart.

She really wanted to slap herself for leaving Zhang Dong's private room and not staying to serve him!

Originally, Zhou Ning had thought of making up for two months' salary by engaging in that kind of activity with this regular client.

But who would have thought that just as they had started to undress, the client would collapse from excessive excitement.

If she had known this would happen, she would have preferred to kneel and serve Zhang Dong in his private room rather than leave!

Unfortunately, it was too late now. The manager was clearly trying to make her take the blame.

Anyone could see that the clients who came to the club were either wealthy or influential.

It was clear that the client's family would not let Zhou Ning off easily if they found out!

Just as Zhou Ning was feeling utterly hopeless and even considering suicide, Zhang Dong spoke up.

"Perhaps I can save this client!"

At this, everyone present looked at him in surprise.

Vice President Ma's expression changed, and he advised, "Mr. Zhang, this has nothing to do with us! We don't need to get involved!"

Zhang Dong smiled.

Vice President Ma was right; this had nothing to do with him. But how could he stand by and do nothing when his fellow villager, Zhou Ning, was involved?

Putting aside his personal feelings towards Zhou Ning, he couldn't ignore the face and kindness of her parents.

Zhang Dong remembered how his sister had not only supported his education but also managed the household and worked the fields after their parents' early death.

A weak woman couldn't possibly handle the farming alone.

Thanks to the help of the villagers and neighbors, their family's small plot of land had some harvest.

Otherwise, he and his sister would have had nothing to eat.

With his mind made up, Zhang Dong said calmly, "I have studied traditional Chinese medicine, and acupuncture can treat yang deficiency."

The manager and the supervisor were clearly unsure.

After all, this was a matter of life and death.

Fortunately, a deep voice spoke up, "Young man, how confident are you that you can save this person?"

A middle-aged man in casual attire walked in as he spoke.

He was of medium height, with a square face and an aura of authority.

Seeing him, everyone in the club respectfully called out, "Boss!"

Vice President Ma also greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Lin!"

Noticing Vice President Ma's respectful demeanor, Zhang Dong realized that this Mr. Lin must be someone important!

"Young man, you haven't answered me yet!" Mr. Lin nodded to everyone and smiled at Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong's voice was full of confidence, "It's just yang deficiency, not a terminal illness. I have a hundred percent confidence!"

Vice President Ma became anxious and quickly shouted at Zhang Dong, "Mr. Zhang, you can't make such bold claims in front of Mr. Lin! Be realistic; no one dares to lie to Mr. Lin in our Chuanhe County!"

Indeed, Mr. Lin was not only the backer of the club but also a well-known figure in Chuanhe County, someone ordinary people couldn't afford to offend.

Zhang Dong smiled and patted his chest, "Don't worry, I wouldn't say it if I wasn't confident!"

"Good!" Mr. Lin's eyes lit up, "I like young people with confidence! Just for that, young man, go ahead and try. Even if you can't save the client, I won't hold you responsible!"

Zhang Dong nodded, took out the silver needles he had bought on the street, and walked to the unconscious man.

In traditional Chinese acupuncture, the combination of acupoints is crucial for the effectiveness of the treatment.

However, most acupuncturists don't know that the order of needle insertion is equally important!

The order of the first and second needles can produce different effects.

But this is the highest level of acupuncture technique, known only in the divine farmer's lineage!

Zhang Dong casually inserted about ten needles into the man's body. After completing the first round, he pulled them out in a different order.

After removing all the needles, he took a deep breath and inserted them again.

But this time, the order was different from the first.

The manager, standing at the door, couldn't help but whisper to Mr. Lin, "Boss, I learned some acupuncture when I was a technician, but I can't understand this client's technique at all! It's as if he doesn't know acupuncture!"

Mr. Lin, however, was unperturbed, "Just watch patiently; I only care about the results!"

Beside him, Vice President Ma watched Zhang Dong with bated breath, fearing that he might accidentally kill the unconscious man.

Although Mr. Lin had said he wouldn't hold Zhang Dong responsible, he could change his mind at any time.

Zhou Ning, meanwhile, stared at Zhang Dong in a daze. She never expected that in her most helpless and desperate moment, Zhang Dong would choose to help her.

But hadn't Zhang Dong never studied traditional Chinese medicine? Could he really save the unconscious man?

[Author's Note]

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