Blind Miracle Doctor

Although I recognized the visitor right away, I was, after all, a "blind man," so I shouldn't have seen her appearance.

So I deliberately asked, "Hello, can I help you with something?"

"You, you're Xu Tian?!"

The entering Yang Yaxue scanned me from head to toe, her eyes wide open, looking somewhat surprised.

"You know me?" I pretended to be surprised as well.

"Of course I do, I'm Yang Yaxue! Do you remember me?"

When she said this, she suddenly paused, as if realizing something, and her face became filled with guilt. "I heard your eyes can't see anymore, is that true?"

"Oh, so it's an old classmate. You were the school flower; how could I possibly not remember you?"

I smiled, "My eyes had an accident, but it's okay, I'm already used to it."

"I'm sorry," Yang Yaxue said, and as she spoke, she waved her hand in front of my face, as if trying to confirm that I truly couldn't see.

I noticed all her little moves, but still stared straight ahead without blinking an eye.

Once she seemed sure I was blind, her face inadvertently displayed a hint of disdain—or perhaps even disgust.

She had always looked down on me before, let alone now that I was blind. She seemed to harbor a sense of superiority whenever she stood before me.

"So, what brings you here today?"

I asked with a smile.

"Oh, I just heard there was a massage therapist at the gym, and I wanted to stop by for a session, but I didn't expect it to be a man… Can you really do massages?"

She sounded a bit incredulous.

As she spoke, I noticed her legs clenched tightly together, her posture slightly twisted, leaning forward. Her delicate brows furrowed, and her face was flushed—it was clearly abnormal.

*What's going on with her?*

So I offered, "Of course I can. If you're feeling unwell somewhere, I can help with a massage."

"Ah? You? Forget it, I'll go find another massage therapist instead!"

Unexpectedly, she shook her head, looking anxious.

"Yaxue, I can hear it in your voice—you don't seem right. Are you really feeling okay? Can you even walk?"

"We're classmates; don't you trust me?"

Wanting to figure out what was wrong with this woman, I began slowly coaxing her.

"No… it's not… I…" Yang Yaxue clenched her legs even tighter, with her hands pressed against her stomach. Her face grew redder, showing overwhelming shyness.

"I'm blind—what are you afraid of? Even if you took off all your clothes, I wouldn't be able to see!"

*By now, I had a rough guess of her situation. She must be experiencing pain somewhere—but what had caused it?*

*My mind couldn't help but conjure an image of her alluring figure.*

*She had been my goddess during high school. To touch her delicate body with my own hands would surely feel wonderful, wouldn't it?*

*Especially down there—it must be soft and tender, right?*

*After all, she's much younger than Wang Xiru and Liu Qingxue.*

*The moment these thoughts arose, the desire burning within me intensified further. I even had an almost uncontrollable urge to strip off her clothes and see for myself.*

"Yaxue, if I'm not mistaken, you're probably in pain somewhere right now, right? My specialty is therapeutic massage, and it can help relieve pain."

Trying to get her to let down her guard, I proactively made the offer.

"I… Ah!"

Before she finished her sentence, her body trembled slightly, and she abruptly bent forward, panting and clenching her legs even tighter.

"Um… Xu Tian, if, let's say, a woman's… down there… got hit really hard and swelled up badly, do you… think massage could bring the swelling down?"

Her face was full of delicate shyness; her voice as soft and faint as a whisper. Yet there was a hint of expectation in her gaze toward me.

"Um…" I froze for a moment, but quickly realized what was going on.

*So that's it—she must've accidentally hurt her private area while working out.*

*I thought she had painful menstruation at first.*

*No wonder she recoiled at the thought of a male massage therapist—it would be incredibly awkward and embarrassing for an old male classmate to touch her private parts.*

*Her discomfort down there must be severe, otherwise, she wouldn't be clenching her legs so tightly with such a pained expression.*

*If I tell her that massage could reduce the swelling… does that mean I might actually get to touch her most intimate area?*

*At this thought, excitement surged within me, and my pulse raced.*

*Yang Yaxue—the school flower from high school stature—a goddess high above—that kind of arrogance, unmatched self-confidence…*

*She exuded a uniquely proud energy, always liking to conquer, but indifferent to others' feelings.*

*She basked in the adoration of many, yet wasn't noble in conduct.*

*To have such a woman surrender herself beneath my hands, that feeling would surely be… exhilarating.*