Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song in astonishment, then spoke angrily and with shame, "You have some nerve! How dare you act like a thug!"

She then turned to Qin Wushuang and said angrily, "Wushuang, is this Village Chief Qin's friend?"

Qin Wushuang hurriedly waved her hand to explain, "Village Chief Zhou, Wu Song means you need to take off your clothes for the treatment. He didn't mean anything else."

Wu Song interrupted Qin Wushuang with a wave of his hand, and looked at Zhou Xiuhua indifferently, "Feel free to choose; it's not like I'm eager for this."

Although Zhou Xiuhua was attractive with a shapely figure, her arrogant expression, looking down on others, made Wu Song quite displeased.

After speaking, Wu Song stood up and made to leave.

Qin Wushuang hurriedly stopped him, "Hey, Wu Song, don't be like that, Village Chief Zhou doesn't understand you; that's why there's a misunderstanding."

Wu Song glanced at Zhou Xiuhua and said, "No worries, she'll do it herself."

Zhou Xiuhua was about to retort, but a sharp pain surged through her, causing a moan and she sat down on the ground, her skirt hiked up towards Wu Song.

The view beneath her skirt came into full view, her snow-white legs clamped around a pair of tight black underwear, bulging and taut, with a faint indentation in the middle.

Zhou Xiuhua moaned in pain, nearly losing consciousness, even forgetting her skirt was already exposing herself.

Qin Wushuang hurriedly helped her up.

She urged, "Village Chief Zhou, let's have Wu Song treat you, he really can cure you swiftly."

Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song again.

Wu Song smiled faintly, not worried at all.

"No hurry, she'll soon pass out from the pain." Wu Song said confidently.

Qin Wushuang looked at Zhou Xiuhua helplessly.

Zhou Xiuhua's vision turned dark intermittently, and she realized what Wu Song said made sense.

Because she really had fainted before from the pain.

Today was just the beginning.

She didn't want to go to the hospital anymore because she had been there more than once with little effect.

It seemed only the guy in front of her had the slightest chance for a cure.

Though she was extremely unhappy that he dared take control of her.

But who's to blame for her being sick?

Let's see how he treats it, if he can't cure it, then she'd deal with him later.

Zhou Xiuhua gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort, and stared at Wu Song, "Will you cure me if I take my clothes off?"

"That can't be guaranteed, taking your clothes off is just necessary for the treatment. Whether you can be cured depends on if your illness can be cured." Wu Song didn't comfort her at all, instead he scared her.

"How can you be like this?!" Zhou Xiuhua was furious.

"My gosh, are you sick? You go to the hospital, they make you undergo various check-ups, take all sorts of medications, do they guarantee you'll be cured? Instead, before surgery, they make you sign a waiver saying if they kill you, they're not responsible. Why the heck should I guarantee to cure you? You can choose to take your clothes off or not." Wu Song cursed in frustration.

One by one, when you go for check-ups at the hospital, they tell you to take things off however they want, and pose however they want, but now she's being serious with him?

Such trouble.

Although he could easily cure Zhou Xiuhua, he wouldn't.

He just wanted to deal with this pretentious woman.

Zhou Xiuhua was rendered speechless by Wu Song's insults because he was speaking the truth.

Zhou Xiuhua took a deep breath, looked at Qin Wushuang, and said, "Wushuang, help me to the rest area bed in my office, please."

Qin Wushuang nodded quickly, assisting Zhou Xiuhua to the rest bed in her office.

"I'll leave for now," Qin Wushuang realized Zhou Xiuhua's intention and went out.

Only then did Zhou Xiuhua gritting her teeth begin to remove her skirt, but the pain in her belly made it hard to proceed. She looked up dissatisfiedly at Wu Song, "Didn't you want to take off my skirt and underwear? Go ahead!"

Wu Song chuckled, naturally not being polite, grabbed Zhou Xiuhua's skirt, and pulled it down.

Swoosh!

Her snow-white legs were exposed fully, clamped around a pair of black underwear, wrapping her crotch tightly and bulging.

Clearly, a sanitary pad was in place.

Zhou Xiuhua cried out softly in shame, hurriedly clenched her legs, curled up on the bed, her hand covering her abdomen also instinctively covered her crotch.

She glared at Wu Song, "Can't you be a little gentler?"

"I'm a doctor, treating your illness, not your man, for sex," Wu Song snorted coldly.

"You..." Zhou Xiuhua was furious, could not believe Wu Song was so audacious, speaking so crudely.

"Are we continuing with the treatment?" Wu Song teased, looking at Zhou Xiuhua.

Zhou Xiuhua gritted her teeth, "Yes."

"Then take off your underwear. Are you doing it or shall I?" Wu Song stared at Zhou Xiuhua's crotch, quite eagerly, curious about what was beneath Zhou Xiuhua's underwear.

Zhou Xiuhua glared at Wu Song angrily, but her expression gradually calmed down, after all, her skirt was off, and she wanted Wu Song to treat her, underwear off was no big deal, she would still have to do the same during hospital checks.

But asking her to remove it herself, she felt unwilling.

It would be a proactive move.

If Wu Song removed it, it would be passive.

She could even turn the tables on Wu Song.

Zhou Xiuhua's eyes flashed a hint of malice, she endured the pain and said, "I don't have the strength."

Wu Song took out his phone, filmed Zhou Xiuhua, "I'm treating you, you voluntarily asked me to take off your underwear. Not removing it forcibly."

Zhou Xiuhua looked dumbfounded, then angrily said, "Don't film!"

Wu Song chuckled, naturally ignoring her, while filming and holding Zhou Xiuhua down, pulling her underwear off.

A struggling Zhou Xiuhua suddenly became compliant.

She lowered her head, covering her face, afraid to directly face Wu Song.

While Wu Song teasingly filmed Zhou Xiuhua.

Her snow-white buttocks were pleasing to the eye, well-maintained skin, smooth and flawless, however, overly pale to the point of being slightly bluish, particularly the abdomen appeared bluish,

But that was all within Wu Song's expectations.

Given such a cold constitution, a blue butt and abdomen were normal, caused by cold accumulating.

With such a physique, during winter, her butt would be cold as an ice block.

Even taking her would not warm her up.

"Don't clench your legs, spread them apart, I'll take a look." Wu Song glanced at Zhou Xiuhua's panties, though padded with a sanitary pad, no blood was visible.

Clearly, Zhou Xiuhua had just started menstruating, but the flow was weak, likely just beginning.

Zhou Xiuhua clamped her legs, making one last stand, angrily said, "Put your phone away."

"Then say you're willingly doing this, and I'll put it away!" Wu Song smiled.

"I..."

Zhou Xiuhua was very aggrieved, the first time in her life being manipulated and taken advantage of by a man.

But right now, she couldn't be cowed, needing treatment, and underwear was already off.

"Alright, I'm willingly doing this," Zhou Xiuhua bit her lip and said.

But still covered her face.

Wu Song no longer insisted, put away his phone, held down Zhou Xiuhua's knees, planning to pull her legs apart.

Zhou Xiuhua was extremely embarrassed, resisting by clamping her legs.

Wu Song squinted, applied slight force, causing Zhou Xiuhua to moan softly, feeling her legs weaken, forcibly pulled apart by Wu Song, revealing everything between her legs.

Wu Song stared at her spread legs, feeling heat in his crotch rising rapidly.

A large tent visibly popped up.

Zhou Xiuhua, humiliated and resentful, was frozen, seeing the large tent rise up.