The room was silent for a moment, the woman feeling Ling Feng's burning palm. At the same time, she felt a comfortable sensation in her lower abdomen, and her mood relaxed considerably.
After a while, Ling Feng withdrew his hand: "Alright, miss, you can get up now."
"Oh."
The woman didn't expect it to be so quick, looked at him with some surprise, lowered her skirt, and sat up.
"Your issue is quite common; after my treatment, it won't occur again," Ling Feng said.
"Good, thank you, Divine Doctor."
The woman nodded but did not get up.
Seeing her like this, Ling Feng was a bit curious: "Is there anything else?"
"I have a presumptuous request and wonder if the Divine Doctor could move to my boudoir," the woman said.
Ling Feng was taken aback: "To your boudoir? Why?"
"My mother is severely ill and I'd like to invite you to have a look," the woman said.
"Is that so?"
