Chen Fan pushed open the door and saw Sister Fang sitting at the edge of the bed, wearing a pink nightgown.
"Little Fan, you're here."
Sister Fang hurriedly sat up from the bed.
"Yes, Sister Fang, I'm here to treat your illness."
Chen Fan was holding a jar of traditional Chinese medicine, filled with a brewed herbal concoction.
"Can this herbal medicine really cure my illness?" Sister Fang looked at Chen Fan with disbelief.
Chen Fan nodded, "Don't worry, Sister Fang. As long as you keep taking the medicine, your illness will definitely be cured."
In addition to the medicine jar, Chen Fan also brought a packet of ointment.
"Sister Fang, just take a small bowl of the herbal medicine from this jar every day."
Chen Fan raised the packet in his hand, "This is an ointment I developed. Combined internal and external treatment will definitely be effective."
"Oh."
Sister Fang nodded.
Although Chen Fan spoke very professionally, Sister Fang couldn't help but feel a bit nervous and shy.
After all, there were differences between men and women, and the treatment involved massage, which made Sister Fang feel quite embarrassed.
However, for the sake of getting better, she couldn't afford to worry about such trivial matters.
Chen Fan also felt a bit awkward standing in front of Sister Fang, his face slightly flushed, "Sister Fang, since you've agreed, I'll start the treatment."
"Okay."
"Alright!"
Chen Fan then composed himself and began treating Sister Fang.
Grabbing, touching, pressing, kneading, pointing, pushing, pinching, rubbing. Using various professional massage techniques, he worked to clear the meridians, promote blood circulation, and gradually remove the toxins from the affected area...
Time flew by, and an hour passed.
This hour was an excruciating ordeal for both Chen Fan and Sister Fang.
Chen Fan finally completed the treatment, exhaling heavily.
The process of treating her felt more exhausting and nerve-wracking for him than it did for Sister Fang.
"Sister Fang, this massage session is complete. Remember to take a small bowl of the herbal medicine from the jar every day," Chen Fan instructed, his face red.
"Thank you, Little Fan."
Sister Fang's face was already burning hot, her whole body felt feverish, but her eyes were full of gratitude.
"There's no need to thank me. Sister Fang, you've helped my family so much, it's only right that I repay you," Chen Fan said sincerely.
"Sister Fang, today's treatment is done. I'll head back now, you should rest early."
After saying this, Chen Fan tidied up his things and prepared to leave.
But just then, Sister Fang called out to him.
Chen Fan turned back, "Sister Fang, is there something else?"
Sister Fang hesitated for a while, finally gathering the courage to speak.
"Little Fan, Sister Fang wants to ask you something."
"Sister Fang, whatever it is, just ask," Chen Fan replied straightforwardly.
Sister Fang's eyes darted around as she looked at Chen Fan, "Little Fan, now that you're back, what are your plans for the future? Do you want to get married?"
Hearing this, Chen Fan scratched his head a bit sheepishly, "Sister Fang, I haven't really thought about marriage. I just want to earn more money, buy a house, so my dad and sister don't have to struggle so much."
Having broached the topic, Sister Fang decided to go all in.
"Little Fan, do you think Sister Fang is pretty?"
"Of course!" Chen Fan smiled and nodded, "Sister Fang is the most beautiful woman in our town."
"Little Fan, you're joking. Sister Fang isn't as pretty as you say."
Hearing Chen Fan call her pretty, Sister Fang felt delighted inside. With her mood relaxed, her courage grew.
She boldly looked into Chen Fan's eyes, "Little Fan, how about Sister Fang becoming your wife?"
As soon as she said this, Chen Fan was stunned!
"Sister Fang, what... what are you saying?"
Having come this far, Sister Fang had already thrown caution to the wind and wasn't nervous anymore.
"Little Fan, Sister Fang likes you and wants to be your wife."
Sister Fang boldly said, "Even though I'm three years older than you, there's an old saying that a woman three years older is like a treasure. Sister Fang understands men and knows how to care for them."
"If we could really be together, Sister Fang would truly care for you, Little Fan, and let you experience the joy of being a man."
Sister Fang had had a bit to drink tonight, and fueled by the alcohol, she poured out her heart.
After getting married, her husband had died shortly after. Since then, she had taken care of her mother-in-law until her passing, always keeping herself pure, never seeking another man.
To say she didn't miss having a man would be a lie. Every night she lay awake, feeling empty and distressed, but she had never met a man she fancied.
But she truly liked Chen Fan, had liked him for years. Now, with Chen Fan treating her illness, Sister Fang's desire to marry him grew even stronger.
As Sister Fang spoke, she became more and more excited. Suddenly, she mustered her courage and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Chen Fan's waist, pressing her warm body against his chest.