"Dr. Xia, am I dreaming?"
Zhang Xuening stroked her cheek, tears of excitement welling up.
Xia Bei smiled, admiring the exquisite and flawless face in front of him, with cherry lips, willow-leaf eyebrows, a high and delicate nose, and fair skin, every feature perfect as though sculpted.
Though Yirong and Yanyan weren't far behind her, in terms of aura, there was a significant difference, probably because Zhang Xuening was famous since childhood, a major celebrity, different from ordinary women.
"Dr. Xia, I didn't expect you to be so amazing, it's incredible!"
Zhang Xuening returned to her senses, feeling a bit embarrassed, having doubted Dr. Xia earlier. She didn't expect him to be so proficient, pressing lightly to treat her wound without leaving a scar.
Simply unbelievable!
"It's just traditional Chinese massage techniques." Xia Bei smiled.
"Is it?"
Zhang Xuening was startled, didn't ask much, and hurriedly let him continue the treatment.
