City’s Best Divine Doctor

These greedy ants, Ye Qiu wouldn’t give them any chance to survive. If they dared to provoke him, there would only be one result.

Death.

After Ye Qiu came in, Milan and Xia Jing didn’t know what Ye Qiu had just done outside.

Now both women had showered, their hair was almost dry, and Ye Qiu took his shorts to the bathroom to shower comfortably.

There are still many places to play in Las Vegas, but Ye Qiu doesn’t intend to visit anymore. He’s planning to fly back to San Francisco tomorrow to sort out issues with the venture capital company, and then return home.

He’s been here for quite a long time.

After he came out from his shower and got into bed, Milan and Xia Jing lay on the other side.

Ye Qiu lay on the other side, with Milan in the middle.

Because there’s only one bed in this room.

In the middle of the night, when Ye Qiu habitually embraced Milan, at that moment, he was unaware that he was holding Xia Jing instead of Milan.

As Xia Jing slept groggily, she suddenly felt herself being embraced, clearly sensing it wasn’t Milan, but Ye Qiu.

Their intimate contact seemed not to be the first time.

Of course, the first time was at the bank, during a robbery situation, where Ye Qiu saved her.

Since then, Xia Jing slowly started having more contact with Ye Qiu.

And when Ye Qiu treated her breast cancer, there was similar contact.

Xia Jing seemed awake but did not dare to make a noise.

In the midst of her daze, her clothes were already torn off by Ye Qiu.

One reason was to not wake Milan next to her.

Another reason was that her body didn’t resist.

Not sure how long it lasted, when it finally stopped, in the dark they locked eyes, Ye Qiu saw Xia Jing, and Xia Jing saw Milan.

At that moment, Ye Qiu finally realized why.

Seeing it was Xia Jing, not Milan.

When Ye Qiu released Xia Jing, she was unsure if it was out of fear or something else that she curled up, looking very pitiful.

Actually, from the start, Ye Qiu didn’t like women with Xia Jing’s ’husband-destroying’ appearance.

No matter how beautiful the other person was.

Unexpectedly, now he had intimate physical contact with her.

Looking at her pitiful back, he just had her, he couldn’t just ignore her.

After embracing her again, Xia Jing seemed to slowly get better emotionally.

Early the next morning.

Ye Qiu was the first to wake up, unable to believe that in last night’s absurdity, he mistakenly slept with the wrong person.

And mistook Xia Jing for Milan.

The more he thought, the stranger it seemed.

Last night, when he embraced her, Xia Jing’s body felt completely different from Milan’s; he should’ve released her immediately.

But he forgot he wasn’t just sleeping in the same room with Milan, but also sharing the bed with Xia Jing.

Moreover, to Ye Qiu’s surprise, despite Xia Jing having been married several times, she was still a virgin.

Though over thirty.

Ye Qiu got up, first taking a shower.

Then he woke the two women.

Milan was quite natural about it, got up easily.

Even though she heard some sounds and breathing last night, she didn’t pay much attention.

Milan got up to dress, while Xia Jing lay in bed.

If she’d known beforehand, she might have rather slept in her own room.

Now Xia Jing wasn’t worried about such things, since others already thought she was that kind of woman, and what she worried about now was whether she would get pregnant.

With her current discomfort, she really didn’t want to get up.

She wanted to rest.

"I’m not feeling well," Xia Jing said directly.

Ye Qiu knew the reason.

While Milan felt puzzled.

"I want to rest here for now," Xia Jing said again.

"Then we’ll go have breakfast alone."

Since Xia Jing was unwell, Ye Qiu didn’t call her; he understood why.

While he and Milan went downstairs, they found the Chinatown here bustling, albeit not as lively as those in New York and San Francisco.

But if starting as a newcomer, living in Chinatown might be more suitable.

Ye Qiu took Milan to a tea house in Chinatown for an early breakfast.

During breakfast, many people were discussing last night’s shooting death of a Mexican immigrant boss, whose body was riddled with bullet holes like a wasp’s nest, as shown in photos that had made the news.

Although Las Vegas police had reported this likely as a gang vendetta, irrelevant to ordinary people and tourists.

Nevertheless, some people were worried about the security here.

After breakfast, Ye Qiu and Milan intended to return to San Francisco early, but now, Xia Jing couldn’t get up.

"Qiu, where are we going now?"

"Want to check out the desert?"

Since Las Vegas is located in the desert region, there are many desert attractions; many tourists come here and also visit nearby desert spots.

Milan thought it worthwhile to see.

Since there are no such attractions in Cuba.

The two took a taxi driven by an African American, who immediately guessed where they were heading.

The driver listened to DJs along the way, driving towards the desert.

After about an hour and a half, when they stopped, Ye Qiu saw the vast expanse of desert outside.

Now in November, the weather here, even in the desert, wasn’t particularly hot, making it quite suitable for visiting.

After Milan paid the African American driver, the two got off the cab.

They saw stretches of desert, which weren’t devoid of life; rather, it had many flora and fauna, including towering cacti, wild goats, wolves, and numerous large birds.

Of course, there were also many tourists taking photos and enjoying the scene.

This might be considered an internationally protected landscape area!

Ye Qiu took Milan for a walk along the side; knowing the environment here, he should’ve rented a cab for a visit to observe more places.

But now, they could only walk and explore intermittently.

At that moment, Xia Jing called to ask, "Where are you?"

Xia Jing assumed Ye Qiu and Milan were still in Chinatown.

"We’re back in San Francisco."

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