The village beauty and me!

Zhao Dashan simply couldn't believe Chen Huan's explanation.

In a village, you see each other all the time, so who doesn't know who?

Ever since this kid went to work in a black coal mine and got his brains smashed, he's lived worse than a dog in the village. How could he possibly have any secret recipe?

However, Zhao Siming had other ideas.

Zhao Dazhu was his youngest son and also his most beloved.

The sudden loss of that area infuriated and distressed Zhao Siming.

If there is even the slightest hope that he can recover, Zhao Siming, as his father, has to seriously consider it.

He patted Zhao Dashan on the shoulder, "Don't rush."

"Go, take a few men and bring the third brother over here."

Although Zhao Dashan was unhappy, he dared not disobey the order.

He glared fiercely at Chen Huan, then led a few people away.

Before long, they carried Zhao Dazhu, who was naked except for a bed sheet, over using a door panel.

At this moment, Zhao Dazhu looked like he was living a life worse than death.

That vital area is now completely numb; I feel no pain at all.

But it was precisely this feeling of numbness that made him utterly despondent.

When Zhao Siming saw this, he felt both heartache and extreme anger.

He wished he could personally skin Chen Huan alive, the culprit.

But at this moment, he still had to suppress his anger and asked in a cold voice, "What is your secret formula? Why don't you take it out now?"

Chen Huan clicked his tongue. "What's the rush? Let me take a look first."

After saying that, he went straight to Zhao Dazhu's side and reached out to pull off the entire bed sheet.

At that moment, Zhao Dazhu's sense of shame overwhelmed him. He reached out and kept scratching at the door, wishing he could disappear into the ground and never come out again.

The Zhao family's confidants around were all shocked by what they saw, and some were desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

Because Zhao Dazhu's place was just too miserable.

"Sorry, I went a little too far."

"It's just that I really couldn't control myself in that situation," Chen Huan joked with a grin.

Zhao Siming gritted his teeth, "I'll give you five minutes. If you don't see results, I guarantee your fate will be a hundred times worse than his!"

Chen Huan remained calm and unhurried. "This thing needs to be bled out, otherwise it will become completely necrotic, and then we'll have to send it to the palace."

Does anyone have a knife on them? Preferably a sharp one.

  

Zhao Dashan flipped his wrist and pulled out the dagger that he had been hiding in his sleeve.

This is a fine knife; it looks very sharp, and the steel is exceptional.

Chen Huan asked for a lighter again and pretended to heat the tip of the knife to disinfect it.

Then, before anyone could react, the knife fell swiftly.

"what!"

"What did you do? Did you cut it off?" Zhao Dazhu panicked, propping himself up and looking at his private parts.

A spurt of blood gushed out and splashed onto his face.

He screamed again and fainted.

"Chen Huan, I'll kill you!" Zhao Siming was furious, his face contorted with rage, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Don't move, I've only just started the treatment, what's the rush?"

"Five minutes haven't been up yet."

Chen Huan pressed the tip of the knife directly against Zhao Dazhu's vital spot.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Siming immediately froze, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

With Chen Huan's current medical skills, he only needs to take one look to know what the situation is.

This incision only made a very small wound, similar to a minimally invasive surgery.

After the swollen blood clots are drained, the compressed nerves recover immediately.

After Zhao Dazhu woke up, he exclaimed in surprise, "It hurts, I can feel the pain again."

Zhao Siming breathed a slight sigh of relief and glanced at Chen Huan. "Did this kid stumble upon this by accident?"

"Or did he actually learn something while he was in college?"

Zhao Dashan approached at this moment, frowning as he asked, "You only bled, is it really cured? Don't try to fool me."

Chen Huan wiped the blood from the tip of the knife onto Zhao Dazhu's clothes, then put the knife into his pocket.

He reached out to Zhao Dashan, "Got a cigarette? Give me one."

"You son of a bitch..." Zhao Dashan was furious.

"Give it to him!" came Zhao Siming's voice from behind.

Zhao Dashan had no choice but to reach into his pocket, but as soon as he took out the cigarette case, Chen Huan snatched it away.

"Wow, smoking Yuxi cigarettes? That's pretty high-class." Chen Huan took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

I felt incredibly refreshed.

He casually put the cigarettes and lighter into his pocket and said slowly, "Zhao Dazhu has regained consciousness, which is better than before when he couldn't even take care of himself when he needed to urinate."

"As for this functional problem, I need to prescribe herbal medicine to regulate it. It will take at least ten days or eight days, and at most two or three months, but it will definitely be effective."

Zhao Dazhu roared, "You're clearly trying to stall for time!"

"Why does it take so long?"

Chen Huan blew smoke in his face. "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. Didn't you just break that spot?"

"If you don't want to treat him, go ahead and call the police. Anyway, Zhao Dazhu is your brother, and it has nothing to do with us."

Chen Huan's move was both insidious and cunning.

It can be called a model of open strategy.

First, give the other party a little bit of hope, and then use emotional blackmail.

He never imagined that his mind could be so sharp; he had used all his intelligence on studying before.

Now, it's unclear whether it's because the technique has been passed down.

Not only did his body become stronger and he gained internal energy, but his mind also became much more agile than before.

That terrible idea just popped into my head, it was so awesome.

"Believe him first, and you can run away from the monk but not the temple."

"Let's talk about it later." Zhao Dazhu had no choice but to trust Chen Huan now, after all, this concerned his happiness and sexual well-being for the rest of his life.

Zhao Siming shared the same thought and had no choice but to accept Chen Huan's conditions for the time being.

But the more I thought about it, the angrier and more frustrated I became.

It was clearly a trap set to punish Chen Huan.

But what happened? He ended up getting Zhao's future daughter-in-law involved, causing him to lose face once again, and now the third son's manhood is in Chen Huan's hands.

"How did things turn out this way?"

"Could it be that this bastard Chen Huan is the nemesis of the Zhao family?" Zhao Siming's head was about to explode; he just couldn't figure it out.

Finally, with a dark face, he said fiercely to Chen Huan, "I'll let you off the hook for now, but Dazhu is right, you can run away but you can't hide."

"You can run away now, but you can't hide forever. If you dare to try anything funny or cheat, I guarantee I'll grind you to dust!"

After saying that, he turned around and left with his men.

Chen Huan breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

I secretly reminded myself that the most important thing now is to keep a steady mindset and not get too cocky.

One cannot act recklessly and do whatever one wants just because one has inherited the cultivation technique.

If I hadn't been quick-witted and brought up Zhao Dazhu, I might have really faced imprisonment.

"I need to use my brain more in the future, and not think about problems with that kind of thinking..." Chen Huan muttered as she prepared to go home.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his way. "We haven't finished talking, are you trying to leave already?"