Fell into the clutches of a wicked, cunning wolf.

"No, don't come closer...Please don't come any closer, I beg you, please let me go..."

In the shadowy corner, he was clenching his chest, trying to suppress the rising heat within him. He gasped for air, his eyes brimming with tears, filled with terror and helplessness.

“Hey, though he’s not handsome, he’s still a pheasant. We brothers will just make do, don’t kill him outright, just throw him at the Gu Mansion door later.” The first man chuckled obscenely, taking steps towards the figure, reaching out with a hand and ripping off a corner.

"Hiss!"

"Ah! No!"

The sound of the fabric tearing made her gasp, and she slapped the man's face without hesitation. The man hadn't expected to be hit, and with a moment's carelessness, he received a solid slap, his face instantly falling.

"You slut! You dare to hit my grandpa! You're looking for death!" He pulled at her hair, yanking it hard, and kicked her in the abdomen, sending her sprawling into the other corner. There was a muffled groan as her head slammed against the wall, and she fell unconscious.

"Big brother, he seems to have passed out." The other two men walked forward and checked his breath. Seeing that he was still alive, they also felt relieved.

"Passed out? Hmph! A waste of space actually dares to slap me, truly seeking death! Bring the whip!" The man roared angrily, and the other two upon seeing this quickly took down a whip from the wall beside them and handed it to him.

"Whoosh! Crack! You're dead! You dare hit me? I'll kill you!"

A cacophony of angry shouts accompanied by the sound of whips echoed through the room. He, who had been unconscious on the floor, awoke in agony. The effect of the medicine was taking hold; his face was beginning to flush, and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. As the whip struck him, the excruciating pain jolted him back to consciousness. He gasped for breath, unable to contain the unbearable agony tearing through him. His body convulsed, and he crumpled to the floor with a thud.

The two men beside him immediately cried out, "Big brother, stop! Don't kill him. If you do, there won't be any profit from this. This man may not look very good, but we haven't even gotten to the good part yet!" Looking at the white skin marred by whip marks, he couldn't help but feel a stir in his heart. Although this wastrel was bland and useless, he had grown well-proportioned, especially that… white flesh with a hint of red, which made their mouths dry.

“Damn it!” The man retracted his whip and kicked the person on the ground again, saying, “You guys play with this one. I’m not in the mood to watch him get hurt anymore!” As he kicked out, the person on the ground didn't even grunt, still lying motionless. The man was taken aback, "Didn't he die?" He bent down and reached towards his nose and mouth to check, “He's dead.” He frowned, the other party hadn’t let him kill the person, this useless fellow died just like that?

"What? Dead? What do we do then?" The other two looked regretful. They hadn't even had a chance yet! How could he have died already?

"Whatever, you can do whatever you want. He's already dead, what difference does it make?" the man said irritably.

"He's still warm, isn't he?..." The two of them glinted with malicious intent in their eyes, exchanging a glance before pouncing forward, tearing at his clothes with wild abandon. Just then, the person who should have been dead twitched a finger, his brow furrowed slightly. In the next instant, his eyes snapped open, as clear and cold as ice. With an almost instinctive movement, he grabbed their hands, twisting them backwards.

"Ouch!"

"Pffft!"

As the two men screamed in agony, a dagger plunged into their throats. They collapsed straight down, their eyes wide open, faces contorted in terror. Until their death, they couldn't comprehend why the lifeless man had suddenly come back to life.

The man, who had originally planned to leave, turned back and suddenly roared angrily, "You bastard! You actually killed my brother! I'll cripple you!" He took a large step forward, brandishing his whip and lashed out violently.

With a quick turn, he leaped, appearing behind the man with lightning speed. In an instant, his attack was swift and merciless. Before the man could even react, the sharp end of his hairpin pressed against his throat. "Tell me! Who sent you to assassinate me!"

The man was greatly startled, his face paled instantly. He didn't dare to move and stammered, "Miss Seven, please spare my life! I... I was only following orders from Miss Three. This has nothing to do with me!"

Frowning, "Who are you talking about!"

"Huh? You... you're the Gu, Gu Qi Miss of the Medicine Family, Gu Feng Hua..." Before he could finish speaking, the dagger had already pierced his throat.

"You, ah..."

Looking at the unconscious Third on the ground, a puzzled expression flashed in his eyes. He glanced at his current state and frowned slightly. Gu Feng Hua, the thirty-ninth descendant of the illustrious Gu family in the twenty-first century, was known as a holy hand of medicine. But now, he was dead, his soul transmigrated? And into a body with the same name? A sharp pain erupted in his mind, bringing forth some unfamiliar memories, fragmented and incomplete.

"Damn it!" A surge of heat and pain in his head caused him to curse under his breath. He pressed his hand against his pulse, his face contorting instantly: "Top-grade medicine!" The so-called top-grade, had no antidote. The only way to cure it was to...share intimacy with another person.

He frowned, not bothering to think much. He walked quickly out the door. His clothes were tattered and torn, barely providing any cover. He didn't care about that anymore; if he wanted to survive, he just needed to find a man to be his antidote!

"What the hell is this place! Not a single person in sight!" He quickened his pace, almost running now. But all he saw were trees engulfed in flames, shooting up into the sky. If he didn't find some help soon, he was doomed. To die like this, alone and helpless, was simply unbearable. This utter injustice was fueling his rage to a boiling point.

"Pfft!"

A sound by my ear caused me to stop in my tracks. What was it? I looked around, and saw a white figure lying beneath a tree not far ahead. I stared intently, and realized it was a man. After hesitating for a moment, I walked towards him.

Upon seeing him, I noticed he wore a white robe with dark bamboo leaf patterns along the sleeves. A belt four fingers wide, made of jade, was fastened at his waist. His appearance was pure and clear like glazed porcelain, noble and detached from worldly affairs, resembling an exiled immortal. However, his face was pale without any color, and there were traces of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be deeply injured and currently unconscious.

He crouched down, forcing himself to steady his heartbeat. With each pulse, his face grew more and more grim. This man's qi was extremely weak, and his breath was erratic, clearly indicating a long-suffering illness. Furthermore, the erratic qi seemed to be backfiring, causing him no small amount of internal injury. He was practically on death's door, yet at this moment, he couldn't afford to care. If he didn't find a man to help him break down that ultimate elixir soon, he would surely die before they could.

Gritting her teeth, she took off the man's robe and laid it under him. Then, she removed his own, deftly tearing a strip of cloth from his inner garment and binding it over his eyes. Using a hairpin, she pricked several points on his waist before finally looking at the man. Upon seeing him, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

Looking at his pale face, frail appearance, one wouldn't expect him to have such a good figure. A surge of heat rose within me, and seeing the man, Cheng Da, completely naked before me, my breath hitched. My face felt flushed with heat, so much so that it was almost burning. Even though he was known as a divine doctor, this was the first time I had ever looked at a man's naked body. It must be said, this man from head to toe was incredibly attractive. Whether it was his appearance, physique, or that... everything about him exuded an alluring charm. My heart pounded in my chest, and despite myself, my hand reached out towards him, touching his strong chest.

The man who had seemed so carefree just a moment ago lightly tapped his fingers, trying to raise his hand, but found himself utterly powerless. His limbs refused to budge, leaving him unable to even twitch. He could only lie there limply, seemingly aware that he was now at the mercy of his captor. A cold and menacing aura emanated from him. His hand froze mid-air, then landed on the man's chest with a sudden thud. The captive instinctively looked up at him.

"Who are you? To be so bold!" The voice, though weak, was chilling to the bone, sending a shiver down one's spine. ●●

The drug surged through him again, his pulse seeming to swell to a point where it couldn't be contained. With gritted teeth, he reached directly into the man's lower region, and instantly felt the man stiffen. Glancing at the man's terrifyingly dark expression, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension.

He's already kicked the bucket, and you're still being tough on him? That's just...

"I will kill you!" *cough cough* Overwhelmed by rage and weakened from his injuries, he suddenly began to cough violently.

Watching him cough incessantly, I let out a small sigh and lowered my voice, using that raspy, deep tone to say, “Time is not in my control.” A king? Am I even a king anymore? Right now, I have no choice. My hand reached out again, but time ticked by. Beads of sweat, brought on by the medicine, started forming on his skin, turning the whiteness of his shirt a faint red hue. But the effect in his hand remained nonexistent. Both annoyance and frustration welled up inside me - is this man just useless? Is he inhuman?

And that man, at this time, was clenching his jaw, his face dark and sullen. He didn't utter another word, allowing himself to be engulfed in the flames of that point of fire. He didn't show any normal reaction whatsoever.

What to do? No response? How could there be no response? I've tried all the methods, but the man just doesn't cooperate. If this continues, either I force him, or I'll end up dead!

“He’s actually not doing anything!” Disappointed, she blurted out her true feelings. As soon as the words left her mouth, regret flashed in her eyes. She looked at him, and saw that he was frowning, his face dark and frightening. His murderous aura was even stronger than before. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

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