Chapter 53

In his place, unless the girl is willing, if you use some despicable means, Chen Yu will not agree.

He gulped down the wine in his hand, then stood up and walked toward that private room.

Inside were four young men; the girl from earlier was already somewhat unconscious, slumped on the sofa.

The four young men gathered around the coffee table, on which lay some white powder; several people were obviously drug addicts.

"Huang Mao, how is Song Siyu?" a young man asked.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhang, that little slut I've drugged thoroughly; later we can have our fun." Huang Mao hehe laughed, scooped up the powder on the table, deeply inhaled it into his nostrils, then collapsed onto the sofa, looking thoroughly satisfied.

"Haha, I'll go first, brothers." The young man who had snorted the powder took off his shirt and lunged at Song Siyu.

Suddenly, the unconscious Song Siyu grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it down on that guy's head.

Crash— the young man screamed in agony, clutched his bleeding head, and collapsed.

"Catch this bitch." Huang Mao flew into a rage; he remembered clearly he had drugged her, so how could Song Siyu still get up?

Several young men rushed forward and pinned down Song Siyu; she was dazed, struggling desperately: "Let go of me, you bastards."

But she was just a girl, and unconscious besides—how could she match several young men? They held her down hard on the sofa, and Huang Mao shouted: "Strip her naked."

Several people reached out and tugged at her clothes; Song Siyu screamed, struggling desperately.

Suddenly the door opened, Chen Yu pushed in, grabbed one young man by the collar, punched him into behaving like a new person, then kicked Huang Mao to the side.

Song Siyu's drug effect had fully taken hold; she barely opened her eyes to glance at Chen Yu, then collapsed to the ground.

"What the hell are you, daring to meddle in my affairs?" Huang Mao leapt up, shouting curses at Chen Yu.

Pa— Chen Yu slapped him, flying half his teeth out; this guy covered his mouth and collapsed.

"President Chen, what happened?" Li Han hurried over with people.

"Isn't the club supposed to prohibit drugs?" Chen Yu frowned: "These people—investigate their backgrounds thoroughly; punish those who deserve it, report those who deserve it to the police."

"Yes, President Chen." Li Han waved his hand, grabbed several people, and walked out.

Chen Yu then went to check on Song Siyu; seeing her clothes disheveled, he took off his own jacket and draped it over her.

Then he placed his hand on her pulse, found her unharmed, took out the Silver Needle, and began acupuncture to detoxify her; half an hour later, Song Siyu woke up.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Chen Yu staring at her, Song Siyu jumped in fright, bounced up with a rustle.

She wouldn't have jumped if it weren't bad, but this jump caused Chen Yu's jacket draped on her to fall off; her torn clothes revealed large patches of snow-white skin.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up—this girl was young, but she had quite a figure.

"Don't look, you rascal." Song Siyu hastily wrapped herself up, both ashamed and angry.

"Me, a rascal?" Chen Yu speechless: "Girl, use your head—if it weren't for me saving you, you'd already have been toyed with by several men; you're still a student, right? At your age, why come to a place like this?"

Perhaps realizing she was in the wrong, Song Siyu lowered her head and said timidly: "Then thank you."

"Where do you live? I'll send you home; from now on, don't come back to this place." Chen Yu couldn't help but advise.

"My aunt is coming to pick me up soon; I, I'm also here for the first time, and I'll never dare come again." Song Siyu shrank her head, thinking back to just now—it was quite frightening.

"Siyu, where are you, Siyu?" As they spoke, a woman rushed in pushing the door, saw Song Siyu's state, and immediately grabbed her hand, asking: "How did you come here? Have you been bullied?"

"No, no, my aunt saved me." Song Siyu quickly shook her head.

"Thank you, I'm her aunt, I'm Song Mengyan." The woman quickly thanked Chen Yu.

"This is your aunt?" Chen Yu felt somewhat surprised.

Song Siyu is at most seventeen or eighteen; looking at her aunt's age, it's about the same—this stunningly beautiful woman really is her aunt?

"My sister is a single mother, gave birth early; she's seventeen this year, I'm only six years older than her." Song Mengyan's face flushed slightly as she handed over her business card: "Really, thank you so much; may I leave contact details? I'll properly thank you later."

"I'm Chen Yu; thanks aren't needed; just discipline her properly in the future—this place is no place for girls." Chen Yu took the card, which bore the words Tianyun Pharmaceutical.

"Okay, I will; her mother lives abroad year-round, I'm busy with work, lacking in discipline." Song Mengyan said apologetically: "We're leaving."

Suddenly, Song Mengyan frowned, clutched her chest with a pained expression, and her breathing became rapid.

"Aunt, what's wrong? Did your asthma act up again? Medicine, where's the medicine?" Song Siyu was startled, hurriedly rummaging through Song Mengyan's bag.

She fumbled and pulled out a spray bottle, opened the cap, and sprayed it on Song Mengyan.

"Wait." Chen Yu suddenly stepped forward, snatched the bottle away.

"What are you doing? My aunt has congenital asthma; if she doesn't spray this medicine, she'll die." Song Siyu stamped her feet in anxiety.

"This medicine only provides temporary relief, cannot cure the root, and dependence will only grow stronger." Chen Yu threw the bottle to the ground, reached out, and took out the Silver Needle.

"Are you a doctor?" Song Siyu blinked in surprise.

Chen Yu said nothing, he helped Song Mengyan lie flat, then began acupuncture on her.

After a few needles, Song Mengyan's breathing indeed became much smoother, her complexion improved.

Half an hour later, Chen Yu withdrew the needles; Song Mengyan sat upright, drenched in cold sweat, but the sensation of being strangled, as if her throat were gripped, had vanished.

"Thank you so much; how did you do this? When my asthma acts up, only this medicine can quickly relieve it; I never knew acupuncture could also relieve it." Song Mengyan was somewhat surprised.

"Don't use this medicine anymore; give me your address—I'll come tomorrow and the day after to give you acupuncture; also, here's the prescription—go home and immediately take it according to dosage; in three days, I guarantee you'll be cured." Chen Yu wrote down a prescription with a pen.

"Ah? You're saying my aunt's illness can be cured? You're not joking, are you? My aunt's condition is congenital, has plagued her for over twenty years; her own company is a pharmaceutical firm, she's consulted many medical experts—all they can do is relieve symptoms, not cure." Song Siyu said in astonishment.

"Whether I'm joking or not, just try and see." Chen Yu smiled faintly.

"Banxia, Danggui, Rougui..." Song Mengyan looked at the prescription in her hand: "What prescription is this?"

"Descend qi, resolve viscera, guide fire back to the origin..." Chen Yu smiled: "Just try it—this is my business card; if you believe me, call me back."

"Okay, thank you." Song Mengyan bowed slightly to Chen Yu.

After staying a while in the club, Chen Yu intended to leave.

Suddenly, Ye Qian's call came through; she said anxiously: "Brother-in-law, hurry back, my sister... my sister is having a threatened miscarriage."