My White and Rich Beautiful CEO Wife

"Oh, deal with it yourself!" Qin Yu found a dry spot, sat down with a plop, and carefully fiddled with the gradually weakening flames. Apart from under this big rock, where there were dry branches, everywhere else was damp. In other words, once this fire went out, he could only rely on physical contact with Han Bing to resist the cold. He was not too worried about himself, but Han Bing was still bare-legged, without shoes, and had caught a cold, so he wasn't sure if she could withstand it. "Ah, I hope it doesn't snow!" Qin Yu looked up at the sky, once again obscured by dark clouds, and sighed. "Hey, jinx, can you stop jinxing us!" Han Bing glared at Qin Yu, complaining irritably. "Big sister, can't you feel the cold front coming? Even someone with a physique like mine is feeling a bit chilly; it'll probably snow in the latter half of the night!" Qin Yu said with some irritation. If his words were really so prophetic, he would not be mortal, but a deity whose words come true immediately. "Hmph, ahh...." Han Bing felt an increasing itch at the root of her thigh and could not help but scratch it again with her hand. "Han Bing, my grandfather's medical skills are quite good, and I've learned a few tricks from him. Maybe I should take a look at you, otherwise if the poisoning is too deep, amputation would be troublesome...." But before Qin Yu could finish his sentence, Han Bing raised her fist: "Jinx, who's getting amputated? If I weren't pantsless, I'd definitely give you a beating!" "Forget it, forget it, a dog won't understand the kindness of a good man...." Qin Yu raised his arm and lay down on the ground, too lazy to bother with the proud and coquettish Han Bing. After all, if amputation was needed, it wasn't him who would be handicapped. "Ah, so itchy...." Han Bing turned around, quietly lifted the hem of her shirt, and took a close look at the root of her thigh; there was already a bruise the size of a fist. It did look a bit like a sign of poisoning. The thought that she might need an amputation and end up in a "one-legged chicken" stance made her heart immediately tighten. After biting her lips and wrestling with the idea for a while, she turned around and looked at Qin Yu, asking, "Do you really know medicine?" "A little bit!" Qin Yu lifted his eyelids and said indifferently. "So...." Han Bing's face flushed red, and she stammered, "Can you check it for me... but your eyes must not wander, you know?" "If you go to the gynecologist and it's a male doctor, will you take off your pants if he asks you to?" Qin Yu said irritably. "You... what do you mean? Hmph... pervert, shameless, despicable...." Han Bing lashed out at Qin Yu. "Big sister, save your saliva, we have neither food nor drink, who knows how long we can last. If you really feel uncomfortable, just endure it. I have no interest in your body whatsoever!" After finishing speaking, Qin Yu simply turned on his side and continued to rest with his eyes closed. Han Bing had her pride, and he had his principles. A doctor must not trespass where not needed; this was the wisdom his grandfather had instilled in him. "Hmph...." Han Bing bit her lip, her eyes glistened with moisture, and she squatted on the ground with her back to Qin Yu. "Uh oh, not good...." Qin Yu felt a cool drizzle on his face, immediately opened his eyes, and saw that not only was the fire dying out, but snowflakes were also drifting down from the sky. When misfortunes rain, they pour. Qin Yu felt annoyed for a moment and caught a glimpse of Han Bing's body trembling slightly as she squatted. He wasn't sure if it was from the cold or from anger. "Hey, it's snowing!" Qin Yu shouted. "It's all your fault, all your fault, you damn jinx!" Han Bing, acting like a child, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Qin Yu. "I'm like, seriously...." Qin Yu dodged the stone, then scratched the back of his head. Is this the head of the seventh department or a spoiled, clueless child? Can anyone control whether it snows or not? "Hey, how's your leg?" Qin Yu glanced at Han Bing's thigh. Even without direct light, it looked enticingly pale and attractive. "I won't die, it just itches!" Han Bing said, puffing up angrily. "Well, I'll pinch your calf and toes to check if the poison has invaded your nerves." Qin Yu thought for a moment before speaking. "Then... what if it has invaded the nerves?" Han Bing's face showed a hint of nervousness. "Either we deal with it immediately, or you're looking at amputation." Qin Yu said in a solemn tone. "Jinx!" Han Bing muttered under her breath, but she still stood up, leaned against the rock wall, lifted her right leg, and with a blushing face she said, "Don't you dare peek!" "Sister, I've studied biology, and I've watched Japanese art films too. There's not much mystery left between men and women!" After Qin Yu shrugged his shoulders, he took hold of Han Bing's smooth foot and pressed on a few acupoints before asking, "How does it feel, any sensations?" "I don't feel a thing.... What did you do?" Han Bing looked perplexed. "Under normal circumstances, these two acupoints would be quite painful when stimulated, but you're saying you feel nothing. It seems the worst has happened: the poison has paralyzed your nerves. How about you try kicking the wall to see for yourself?" Qin Yu suggested. "Could I really be that unlucky?" Han Bing's voice had a cry in it. Being a Half-Step Pill Holding expert and the head of the seventh department, and not even having a boyfriend, how would she manage in Jinling if she lost a leg? There was Yang Guo, the one-armed swordsman before, and now would there be Han Bing, the one-legged heroine? Han Bing's mentality was on the verge of collapse; she didn't dare to imagine what losing a leg would be like. After gritting her teeth, she kicked out fiercely at the rock face. Bang.... Normally, such a barefoot kick would be extremely painful, but now there was no feeling at all—as if the leg didn't belong to her. "Qin Yu.... what do I do, I can't feel any pain at all!" Han Bing panicked, turning around to stare intently at Qin Yu. "We'll have to try forcing the poison out. I don't have silver needles or a surgical knife, so all I can use are tuina massage techniques. This'll mean touching many places on your body, so think it over carefully before deciding. I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of you later!" Qin Yu spoke in one breath, giving Han Bing a pre-emptive notice to avoid any misunderstanding later on. "I.... I need to think about it." A conflicted expression emerged on Han Bing's face once again. "Suit yourself...." Qin Yu didn't say much more, instead looking up at the sky as the heavy snowfall knitted his brows. This was the first snow of the winter, and he hadn't expected to face it under these circumstances. If the snow did not let up, by morning the entire island would be blanketed in white. He, shirtless, would be freezing to death, not to mention the search and rescue by Lu Wenrou and the others would become tremendously difficult. Sigh.... Qin Yu softly sighed, feeling uneasy, wondering if Lu Wenrou and the others would be able to find their way here. "Qin Yu...." After a while, Han Bing seemed to have made up her mind, staring deeply at Qin Yu before saying, "Then please, help me with it!" "The ground here is dry, lie down!" Qin Yu glanced at Han Bing, then pointed to the ground and instructed.