A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The name of this disease, "Moth," sounds rather mysterious and puzzling. But if you use the Western medical terminology, it becomes clear immediately—acute suppurative tonsillitis.

Peng Liangpei had this disease, and it was the most severe one. She had a persistent high fever and was delirious. If it had been left untreated, it could have been fatal.

This condition requires immediate treatment. Gu Feng instinctively reached out to pick her up and rush to the hospital, but the moment his hand touched Peng Liangpei's body, a sudden thought struck him—why bother going to a hospital or finding a doctor? Wasn't he a doctor himself? Why bother with all that trouble!

He quickly calmed down and took out the silver needle.

Given Peng Liangpei's current condition, the most important thing is to bring down her fever.

In response to her condition, Gu Feng decided to use acupuncture to bleed her.

Bloodletting therapy, simply put, is a type of acupuncture, also known as the bloodletting method mentioned in the "Huangdi Neijing". It involves using a three-edged needle to puncture superficial blood vessels in specific parts of the body, depending on the condition, and releasing an appropriate amount of blood. The goal is to treat the disease by promoting blood circulation and regulating qi.

Ancient physicians placed great importance on this method. The "Suwen·Blood, Qi, Form and Will" chapter states: "In treating any disease, one must first remove the blood."

A similar idea can be found in the "Ling Shu: Febrile Diseases" chapter.

Gu Feng first laid Peng Liangpei flat on the bed, then walked to her feet and prepared to needle the Zusanli acupoint.

But the moment his fingers touched her foot, his heart skipped a beat.

When men see a beautiful woman, they always like to comment on her appearance. The word "feet" usually refers to her legs, and rarely to her feet.

In ancient times, bound feet (three inches long) were considered a sign of good marriage prospects, and feet were seen as an important part of female beauty. Besides the face and figure, feet were also a source of allure.

Gu Feng didn't have any particular hobbies, nor did he have any excessive requirements for women's feet. Small feet had their own charm, and large feet had their own elegance; as long as they were aesthetically pleasing, that was fine with him.

Feet are a woman's most authentic feature; almost every type of foot matches her personality. Moreover, feet and body shape are largely interconnected: some feet are slanted, some are straight, some are slender, some have high backs, some are flat, some have no heels, and some have scars or large joints. It's hard to imagine that a delicate and refined woman would have a pair of rough and sturdy feet.

Peng Liangpei's feet, on the other hand, are the kind with slender bones and soft skin.

A woman's feet are valued for seven qualities: slenderness, small size, pointed shape, curvature, fragrance, softness, and straightness. A woman's feet are one of the seven qualities that contribute to the fragrance of her body.

Of course, times have changed, and the twisted feet deformed by foot binding are no longer considered a standard of beauty.

Like Peng Liangpei, with her feet perfectly proportioned and delicate, snow-white and translucent, smooth as jade and soft as silk, with skin so translucent that you can faintly see a few pale blue veins on the instep, and all ten toes light red like ten tiny flower petals—this is the kind of perfect foot that can make a man lose his mind.

Peng Liangpei's feet were too beautiful. Gu Feng held them for a while before he suddenly came to his senses, quickly clearing his mind of distractions and focusing on giving her the acupuncture.

Insert the needle into the Zusanli acupoint, using the tonifying method of burning mountain fire, starting shallow and then deepening, advancing once and retreating three times, pressing heavily and lifting lightly, following the nine yang numbers.

After about ten minutes, Peng Jingpei started sweating profusely. She came out drenched in sweat, and her clothes and hair were completely soaked in no time.

Upon seeing this, Gu Feng immediately needled the Quchi acupoint on her upper limb, changing to the reducing method to penetrate the Tianliang acupoint, starting shallow and then deepening, advancing and retreating three times, pressing lightly and lifting heavily, performing the six Yin counts.

Finally, I pricked the Shaoshang acupoint on each of her thumbs, squeezing out about five drops of blood from each. Then, I tied a red string tightly around her middle finger and gently pricked the fingertip, squeezing out three drops of blood. Next, I helped her sit up, facing me, and used both thumbs to massage her brow from the inside out three times. Then, I pinched the skin between her eyebrows with my thumb and forefinger, pricking it to release a little blood…

After completing the entire acupuncture procedure, Peng Liangpei was drenched in sweat, her clothes completely soaked, but her body temperature had finally returned to normal.

The fever finally subsided, and Gu Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief. He quickly poured a bowl of warm water with added sugar and fed it to her spoonful by spoonful.

Seeing the color slowly return to her pale face and her breathing become even and calm, I finally felt relieved.

Peng Liangpei's clothes are so wet, she has to change them.

At this point, Gu Feng no longer cared about the differences between men and women—besides, he wasn't exactly a gentleman to begin with, and now he had the perfectly legitimate excuse of "must." So he confidently opened her wardrobe and took out a clean set of clothes.

He felt quite at ease, but when it came to unbuttoning her pajamas, Gu Feng's hands still trembled uncontrollably.

A phrase I'd heard somewhere suddenly popped into my head: If you can't give her happiness, then please stop taking her clothes off.

Damn it, go to hell!

I took off her clothes for her own good. She was sick, and if she didn't change her clothes after sweating so much, her illness would only get worse!

While cursing the invisible obstacle in his mind, Gu Feng bravely and with trembling hands continued to unbutton her clothes.

When a perfect body lay completely exposed before him, Gu Feng's heart almost stopped for a moment.

Everything before my eyes was unbelievably beautiful.

Peng Jingpei's figure is the kind of perfect that is flawless, just like the ancient poet Song Yu described: adding an inch would be too long, subtracting an inch would be too short; applying powder would make her too white, applying rouge would make her too red; her eyebrows are like kingfisher feathers, her skin is whiter than snow; her waist is like a white silk ribbon, her teeth are like pearls...

At this moment, Gu Feng was completely speechless, shocked, stunned, and dumbfounded. It took him several seconds to suddenly come back to his senses.

Seeing her pale and weak face, he cursed himself for being a beast, quickly shook his head, and hurriedly put clean clothes on her.

After everything was settled, looking at her sleeping peacefully, Gu Feng felt a pang of indescribable heartache.

Peng Liangpei has an oval face, which is lively and delicate, very beautiful. Her beauty also exudes a charm and elegance, making her even more captivating.

Her features were exquisitely delicate, her expression serene, and she was as pure as a saint.

After confirming that she wouldn't wake up so soon, Gu Feng quietly walked out.

When Peng Jingpei fully regained consciousness, her mouth tasted bitter, and there was still a lingering medicinal scent in the air. The philandering and unfaithful man was sitting by her bedside, nodding his head as if fishing.

She stirred slightly, and Gu Feng, who was not soundly asleep, woke up immediately.

"Why are you in my house?" Peng Jingpei asked weakly.

"I came to find you, but I couldn't get through to your cell phone, so I broke down the door." Gu Feng said, subconsciously reaching out to touch her forehead to see if she still had a fever, but she turned her head away, leaving his hand frozen in mid-air.

Clearly, she hadn't forgiven him yet, or rather, it wasn't a question of forgiveness at all; she had simply witnessed him being intimate with another woman, and she didn't know how to face him.

Peng Liangpei originally wanted to say firmly: Thank you for your concern, I am much better now, you can go.

But the words wouldn't come out. Being ill, she was far more vulnerable than usual, both emotionally and in terms of willpower.

Regardless of whether this man had other women, there was one thing she couldn't deny: she loved him, loved him to the point of obsession. But the idea of ​​sharing the same man with other women was something she simply couldn't do.

She was extremely conflicted; she couldn't bear to let go, yet she was unwilling to share it with someone else, and her feelings were painfully intertwined.

Gu Feng could understand her feelings.

After all, this is no longer ancient times; having multiple wives and concubines is against the wishes of modern women.

He was well aware that he already had another woman, and that it was against modern morality for him to come and entangle with another one, but he just couldn't control himself.

So even though Peng Jingpei was trying to avoid him, his hand still stubbornly touched her forehead to make sure her fever had gone down before he asked, "Would you like something to eat?"

Peng Liangpei shook her head. At this moment, she didn't want to eat anything. Thinking of what she had seen yesterday morning, she couldn't even taste dragon meat.

She struggled to sit up, but her body was limp and she couldn't muster any strength.

Gu Feng quickly came over to support her, "What do you want to do? I'll help you."

"I need to use the restroom, can you help me?" Peng Liangpei said defiantly.

Gu Feng nodded shamelessly; he could actually help with this favor.

"Then I want a man who belongs only to me, can you help me with that?" Peng Jingpei stared at him and asked aggressively again.

Gu Feng blushed slightly, feeling guilty. He dared not nod again, because he really couldn't help with this.

Seeing his flushed face and flustered expression, Peng Jingpei couldn't help but sigh again. Looking down at her clothes and the bowl on the table still bearing traces of medicine, she asked, "Have you been here long?"

Gu Feng looked up at the window; it was already dusk. A whole day had passed since morning, so he nodded.

Peng Jingpei blushed: "You...changed my clothes?"

Gu Feng nodded again, without offering any further explanation.

While she was in a daze, her consciousness wasn't entirely blank. She knew what Gu Feng had done and what he hadn't done, so she asked again, "Did you feed me medicine?"

Gu Feng nodded.

Peng Jingpei was a little annoyed: "Can't you say anything besides nodding?"

"Yes." Gu Feng uttered a single word, then fell silent again.

Peng Liangpei was both amused and exasperated by him. Seeing the fruit basket on the table, she sighed and said, "Peel an apple for me."

Gu Feng quickly picked up an apple and started peeling it with a fruit knife, finishing in no time.

When Peng Jingpei reached out to take it, she finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Is that an apple you're peeling? It's the apple core, isn't it?"

Gu Feng looked embarrassed, as he rarely ate fruit and even less often peeled it, so he certainly didn't have any special skills.