"Y-Young master... The young mistress can hardly breathe," the driver said, wanting to step forward and hold back Fu Qianchen but being extremely afraid of touching him.
When Fu Qianchen had an episode, anyone who touched him would be in bad luck.
Fu Qianchen's frigid eyes wavered slightly. Taking this opportunity, Feng Yu quickly inserted three needles in succession into one of his acupoints.
The man, who had been like a fierce beast, drooped his eyelids and then fell onto Feng Yu.
The driver exclaimed, "Young mistress, what kind of skill is this? Is the young master cured?"
After laying Fu Qianchen on the ground, Feng Yu began to rummage around and replied indifferently, "If a single silver needle could cure him, it wouldn't be traditional Chinese medicine; it would be a miracle doctor's work."
The driver was left speechless.
However, the fact that the man, who had been roaring like a wild animal just a moment ago, was now sleeping like a lamb still seemed rather incredible to the driver.
As if sensing his thoughts, Feng Yu looked up at him and said, "Help me carry him to the bed first, and then I'll tell you how I did it."
She didn't want to wait for the man to wake up and get furious when he found himself on the ground.
"When the young master has an episode, even Young Master Bai has tried every means but couldn't calm him down. Young mistress, how on earth did you manage it?" the driver asked after putting Fu Qianchen on the bed.
Feng Yu lifted her eyelids slightly. "Sevoflurane."
"Sev... Sevo what?"
"Commonly known as, sleeping gas."
Driver: "..."
Feng Yu: "A larger dose could even knock out an elephant."
The driver's mouth twitched. What kind of young lady carried sleeping gas with her?
If the young master woke up and found out that he had been drugged and knocked out, the young mistress's life would be in great danger.
Feng Yu placed her hand on Fu Qianchen's temple and massaged it, then moved her hand down his acupoints inch by inch.
The man, who had been pale, gradually showed some improvement.
The driver heaved a sigh of relief. Although the process was not very pleasant, the outcome was good, so it was still acceptable.
However, before he could fully relax, he saw the young girl in front of him daring to unbutton their young master's shirt.
And she even touched his chest.
"Young mistress, you mustn't!"
As soon as the driver spoke out, Feng Yu frowned and looked at him unhappily. She said word by word, "If you want him to have another episode, just keep making such a racket here."
The driver looked extremely conflicted.
Not only did the young master dislike being touched during an episode, but even when he was awake, it was absolutely impossible for a woman to undress him.
Feng Yu sighed and looked at him. "Don't worry. I'll handle everything here. I need to massage every inch of his body from head to toe. If you want to watch, you can stay."
The driver's ears turned red.
Was it this exciting?
He couldn't take it.
He was dying!
He didn't care anymore.
Who could have known that their young master was so easily taken advantage of? It wasn't their fault.
However, the driver didn't notice that the girl in front of him was only just an adult. He didn't know why he trusted her so much.
It was as if Feng Yu had a charm, a confident and steady aura that made people involuntarily submit to her.
Inside the room.
Fu Qianchen's clothes had all been removed.
Half the night passed.
She massaged him inch by inch.
It must be said that Fu Qianchen had an outstanding figure.
His well - built body wasn't overly bulky but was strong and powerful.
Such a figure could only be achieved through regular exercise.
Moreover... there was a bullet scar on his lower abdomen, and there were also many old scars on his back. This man had been through more blood and storms than she could ever imagine.
What exactly was this mysterious man burdened with? Who on earth was he?
Feng Yu stared at the thin silver mask on his face and slowly reached out her hand towards it...