Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  “…”


  Tan Bengbeng stared intently at him; it seemed as if she was trying to figure out if he was harvesting another plot to lie to her.

  She only noticed a look full of sincerity on Qi Yan’s face after a long staring session.

  He even started to explain, “Few people knew that Qi Yan is my actual name. The public loves to address me as the King of Hell, or… the King of Medicine.”


  A slight tinge of grievance lingered in his tone.

  Apart from his family, almost no one knew his name.

  It was rare that he had taken the initiative to tell someone about it, yet she viewed that as a lie. This was enough to show how depressed he felt.

  However, he could not blame Tan Bengbeng for it. He was the one who had lied to her first.

  He could only keep the depressed feeling to himself…


  Tan Bengbeng’s body jerked the moment she heard the three words “King of Medicine”.

  A look of astonishment flashed past her eyes.

  Shocked, she looked at the man before her who seemed to possess boundless brilliance.

  Generations after generations, the Tan family had practiced medicine and they were a well-known family in the medical science field.

  As the ancient saying goes, doctors and medicines are inseparable.

  Others might not have heard of the “King of Medicine” title, but the descendants of the Tan family had been aware of it.

  Tan Bengbeng had always assumed that for one to qualify for the title of “King of Medicine”, that person must be of ripe old age.

  However, Qi Yan seemed to be merely a few years older than her.

  How could he be the King of Medicine at such a young age?

  The King of Medicine whom she used to idolize as a target to learn from…


  The image of Qi Yan cultivating and picking herbs on the isolated island seemed to flash past Tan Bengbeng’s eyes…


  “Impossible, you are lying to me again. The King of Medicine is a person of virtue and prestige, how could he be someone who is as young as you!”


  Tan Bengbeng plastered her entire body against the wall.

  Qi Yan was much taller than her when he was not sitting in the wheelchair.

  With the natural overbearing aura of his body, she must stand at a height taller than him in order to garner enough confidence when she spoke.

  In addition, Tan Bengbeng had been guarding against him, for fear that he might do something funny to her; even if she was on the bed, she would still stand on the bed and stare down at him, dominantly.

  Qi Yan snickered when he heard what she had said.

  “You did not want to believe me when I am telling you the truth, yet you chose to believe all my lies. Tell me, what should I do with you?”


  “…”


  He seemed to be telling lies when he was telling the truth, and he would not blink when he was telling lies. In this case, how should she judge?

  Tan Bengbeng felt that her entire mind was messed up.

  She felt frustrated the moment she saw him.

  Furthermore, she had been feeling unwell; apart from constantly feeling bloated in the stomach, she also had some difficulty in breathing.

  Qi Yan had trapped her on the ship and kept appearing in front of her. Along with the tightness in her chest, she felt uncomfortable all over.

  Her period had always been inconsistent and there were times when she had missed her period for a few months in a row.

  Even Tan Bengbeng herself was unsure if the uncomfortable feeling was due to her period approaching, or if it because she had been soaking in the seawater for a prolonged period of time.

  In the end, she squatted down on the bed when she could no longer remain standing.

  A layer of perspiration appeared on her forehead.

  Her lips were ghastly pale as well.

  “What’s happening to you?” When Qi Yan noticed her odd expression, he stood up swiftly and walked over to her side.

  Just as he was about to check on Tan Bengbeng, she flung his hand away.

  “Don’t touch me!”


  Her agitated emotion made Qi Yan stop instantly.

  He simply stood in front of her and gazed down at her.

  “Don’t be agitated, I won’t touch you. I am afraid that you might faint from anger later on.”


  “…”


  Tan Bengbeng pressed onto her tummy and remained squatted on the bed. When she lifted her head and caught an accidental glance at his strong legs, she narrowed her eyes.

  “You said that you are the King of Medicine, but why do you remain seated in the wheelchair and choose not to heal yourself when you could very well do it?”