Slag Shou Cultivating Manual - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Playing Rogue

Rao Chen showed no embarrassment at being exposed. He nodded nonchalantly, and upon learning that He Lang’s time was now entirely his, the pent-up frustration in his chest dissipated instantly. The two leaned against the bed, whispering with their hands entwined.

“I don’t like you being a doctor. You’re always working hard for other people.” In the past, he hadn’t thought much of it, but after their relationship changed, his concerns grew increasingly numerous, even to the point of being unreasonable.

He Lang closed his eyes to rest, enduring Rao Chen’s fidgeting and the occasional kisses on his face. Naturally, he responded, “There’s no other way. Since we’re in this position, we have to take on the responsibility of ensuring the patients’ health.”

Rao Chen pinched his face, planting a kiss on the spot he found most pleasing. In the end, he realized this man was so attractive that he kissed him all over. However, he showed disdain for He Lang’s words. “The world doesn’t lack one more doctor, but my world only lacks you.”

He had never believed in morality or altruism. Listening to He Lang’s resolute reply didn’t strike him as sincere—it felt more like a performance. He felt that rather than putting on a show, He Lang should dedicate himself wholeheartedly to him.

“Am I not doing enough?” He Lang asked, confused. He believed he was attentive to Rao Chen, accommodating his every wish and going along with everything. But from his tone, it seemed there were still grievances.

Rao Chen was momentarily at a loss. Indeed, He Lang was impeccable in both appearance and temperament. Only someone like him could endure Rao Chen’s worsening behavior. Even by the standards of an ideal partner, He Lang was faultless.

Still, after moments of sweetness, an unfillable emptiness arose in Rao Chen’s heart. The insecurity in his bones was fully awakened by having someone he could be wanton with, amplifying his possessiveness.

Perhaps it was his greed, but he didn’t suppress himself in the slightest. Instead, he unapologetically acknowledged his possessiveness.

“You’re, of course, perfect… Otherwise, I wouldn’t like you so much, like I’ve seen a ghost, silly every day,” Rao Chen muttered, furrowing his brow.

He Lang stroked his cheek, thinking for a moment before saying, “If you don’t like it, I’ll stick to administrative work in the future and won’t personally treat patients. I’ll only take care of you. Does that make you happy?”

Rao Chen blinked, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. Even though he was the unreasonable one, this man still tried his best to meet his excessive demands. How could he not fall for him? How could he let go of someone so rare?

Taking advantage of the rare warmth, Rao Chen pulled him into a longer conversation. “Why did you want to become a doctor?”

He Lang looked at him and smiled for some reason.

Giving an idealistic answer like wanting to save lives seemed insincere, so he simply said, “Because I like medicine.”

Rao Chen nodded thoughtfully and then threw himself into He Lang’s arms, looking up at him. “I’m a bit interested too.”

This man had no obvious likes or dislikes and was sometimes inscrutable, showing no particular emotions. Rao Chen wanted to get closer but didn’t know where to start.

Now that he finally heard something about He Lang’s personal life, Rao Chen impulsively wanted to integrate himself into his world.

He Lang thought he was joking, but a few days later, after both had washed up, Rao Chen suddenly hugged him from behind and whispered, “I read a beginner’s medical book about acupoints, but I don’t really understand it. So… you’ll help me, won’t you?”

He Lang found it inexplicable and wanted to refuse, but Rao Chen’s arms tightened around his waist, rendering him immobile. It was clear that his question wasn’t a request—it was a command.

“Alright, let go of me. What do you need help with?” He Lang sighed and freed himself from Rao Chen’s embrace, only to be pushed onto the bed in a flash.

Rao Chen straddled He Lang, pressing his knees against his legs. One hand pinned He Lang’s wrists, rendering him helpless, like prey on a chopping block.

“What are you up to now?” He Lang frowned, gave a slight struggle, and then gave up, curious about what Rao Chen intended.

Satisfied, Rao Chen kissed the compliant man beneath him. He skillfully peeled back half of He Lang’s shirt, pressing a cool palm against his spine and exploring deftly. Though his actions were entirely inappropriate, his expression was serious, leaving no room for reproach.

“This is Fengfu, Yamen, Shenzhu, Shendao, Jizhong, Mingmen… Not bad, right?”

He Lang felt uncomfortable all over. Despite a strange feeling stirring inside him, he nodded.

A glint of mischief flashed in Rao Chen’s eyes as he calmly continued downward. “And here—this is Huiyang and Changqiang…”

As he spoke, he pressed firmly near the tailbone, causing He Lang to widen his eyes. A jolt of sensation surged through his lower back. Rao Chen’s rough palm rubbed against the already sensitive area, generating heat.

In the silence, He Lang’s breathing grew heavy. Rao Chen grew more excited, sensing that He Lang wanted to resist. Delighted, he pressed further, teasing the Huiyin acupoint and intentionally driving He Lang to the brink.

“What’s wrong? Breathing so hard. Do you need my help?”

Disrupted and somewhat intrigued, He Lang eventually went along with it.

After an intense encounter, Rao Chen lay back contentedly. “Studying medicine is fun.”

He Lang gritted his teeth. “You read those books just to pull this nonsense?”

“Don’t mention that. Come on, let’s go again. Tomorrow will be busy.”

Rao Chen tugged at He Lang’s hand coquettishly, diverting the topic. Seeing He Lang’s incredulous expression, he flipped them over, silencing any protests with a kiss, and dragged him back into another heated round.

The next day, Rao Chen left early to visit his uncle, Lu Yong. In high spirits, he even placed a vase of flowers by the bedside and left a nauseatingly sweet note on the desk. He Lang glanced at it, feeling overwhelmed, and promptly threw it into the trash.

In the following days, Rao Chen left early and returned late, always climbing into bed with a clean, soapy scent. Strangely, he refrained from any teasing, merely holding He Lang tightly as they slept.

He Lang’s sharp sense of smell picked up faint traces of blood on Rao Chen despite his efforts to clean up. Suspecting injuries, He Lang dared not move and stayed still to let Rao Chen sleep more comfortably.

Rao Chen’s personality had grown more lively, a stark contrast to the rebellious and irritable youth he once was. Yet he never shared much about his activities. Perhaps he didn’t want He Lang to worry, or maybe he felt there was no need for him to know.

When He Lang expressed concern, Rao Chen took the opportunity to act pitifully, lifting his shirt to reveal his body covered in bruises and scars.

Perhaps due to extensive physical training, his previously lean frame had become muscular and firm, his abs well-defined. However, the beauty of his body was marred by the scars and bruises, some of them severe.

He Lang gasped at the sight. Although he had expected it, seeing it firsthand was a different matter entirely.

Reaching out to touch the injuries, he hesitated. Rao Chen noticed and grabbed his hand, pressing it against his skin.

“Does it hurt?” He Lang asked softly.

“It does,” Rao Chen replied, lowering his gaze with a hint of vulnerability.

It was impossible not to. Just looking at the wounds made He Lang wince. He didn’t care about others, but he was always deeply concerned about those close to him.

Seeing He Lang’s concern, Rao Chen smiled. His heart was soothed by the care in He Lang’s eyes, a twisted and hidden satisfaction that felt like sweet nectar.

Deliberately using his pain to earn He Lang’s affection, Rao Chen didn’t feel the slightest guilt. Instead, he saw it as a way to measure how much He Lang cared for him.

Having gotten a satisfactory answer, Rao Chen’s mood soared, his wounds seemingly healed in an instant, and his confidence unshaken.

He Lang sighed and personally tended to Rao Chen’s injuries. Although it was clear someone had already treated them, he was frustrated that Rao Chen hadn’t told him anything.

“You don’t need to know.”

Rao Chen bit his ear and left a trail of wet, burning kisses along his neck. He didn’t want this man to know any of the dark, unpleasant things in the world. All he needed was to stay here and wait for his return.

The young man had his own ideas, and He Lang didn’t ask much. He would wait until the right time to make further plans. For now, he treated it as a period for Rao Chen’s growth.

From the changes in Rao Chen, it was evident that Lu Yong was indeed an excellent mentor. This saved He Lang a lot of trouble and allowed him to focus on other matters.

To ensure the survival of the sanatorium where he was based, He Lang considered himself to be diligently managing and working hard.

Recently, a new patient had been admitted to the VIP Room 303 at Yuan Kang. The family was nouveau riche and ostentatious, immediately requesting the dean, the best professor, and the head nurse in the hospital to personally care for the patient. He Lang had no choice but to cater to their demands.

After all, this sanatorium had been established by He Lang himself. It wasn’t large and lacked any strong backing, so he had to accommodate the whims of anyone with money or power.

He Lang had to visit the patient in Room 303 every day. Amidst his busyness, he felt relieved that Rao Chen had been leaving early and returning late recently, which meant he didn’t need to spare additional energy to keep him company.

But the peace didn’t last long. Because of the injuries on Rao Chen, Lu Yong gave him a short period of rest. When He Lang returned to his office after a long day, he found a familiar figure waiting for him. Seeing He Lang’s arrival, the young man’s somber expression finally eased.

Author’s Note:

Chen Chen’s mind: bugged out and driven by hormones.