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The interior of "Blooming Years" was even more luxurious than its exterior. Gilded walls, stunningly beautiful service girls, and wealthy women draped in jewels were everywhere, with chatter, laughter, and boasting filling the air. Shen Xingkong had never encountered such an extravagant setting before and felt a bit out of place.

Auntie Song had been waiting near the entrance. When she saw Shen Xingkong, she immediately came up and affectionately draped her arm around his shoulders.

"Hehe, Dr. Shen, you're late!"

"Ahem, I got caught up in something." Shen Xingkong shrugged off Auntie Song's hand, as well as the goosebumps that ran down his spine.

"I'm just kidding! Come on, the ladies are getting impatient." Auntie Song didn’t seem to mind, still smiling as she led Shen Xingkong into a VIP room within the salon.

The private room was spacious, filled with all kinds of equipment, including beauty beds, hairdressing mirrors, and a large circle of leather sofas.

About a dozen heavily made-up women were scattered around the room, chatting in small groups. When Shen Xingkong and Auntie Song entered, they fell silent, their eyes collectively landing on Shen Xingkong.

"Haha, ladies, this is the little beauty doctor I told you about!" Auntie Song was practically bursting with excitement, eager to show off, and loudly introduced Shen Xingkong.

That was all it took—instantly, the group of women swarmed around Shen Xingkong, completely encircling him.

It was as if they had found a rare animal, scrutinizing him from head to toe, whispering among themselves, and occasionally giggling. Shen Xingkong felt incredibly uncomfortable, wishing he could throw all these women into a refugee camp in South Africa.

"Hey, back off! What’s with you all? Don’t scare Dr. Shen," Auntie Song noticed Shen Xingkong's discomfort and gently shooed the women away, even putting on a stern face. "Dr. Shen came here today as a favor to me. If you’re looking to flirt, go find your bosses or directors. Have some class."

"Please, how do we even know if he’s the real deal? A young kid like this, some kind of miracle doctor?" A woman slightly younger than Auntie Song crossed her arms and cast a skeptical sideways glance.

"You’re doubting me? Just look at my skin! Doesn’t it look amazing now? That’s all thanks to Dr. Shen’s secret methods, got it? You’re just showing your ignorance." Auntie Song was genuinely upset, taking a jab at the woman’s lack of class.

"I don’t see what’s so great about it. Besides, who can’t do beauty treatments? There are plenty of consultants and experts here. It’s not hard to get a good skincare session."

"Can you make your skin look as good as mine?" Auntie Song was genuinely offended, feeling like she was losing face.

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"Alright, enough bragging. If he’s really a miracle doctor, he should show us some special skills. Right?" The woman had a knack for stirring things up, soon rallying the others to her side.

"Yeah, he’s got to have some special skills!"

"Beauty treatments aren’t that impressive."

The women chimed in one after another, clearly just bored and looking to toy with the young man.

These women were all around Auntie Song’s age, and as for their professions... well, let’s just say that the types of women who frequent "Blooming Years" are easy to guess.

They lived lives of luxury but were often lonely, bored, and restless, always looking for some fun. They’d seize any opportunity for amusement.

Auntie Song was so frustrated that she was nearly stomping her feet. She had hoped to bring Shen Xingkong some clients, thinking that if she brought him more business, maybe she could get a discount the next time she needed his "secret method." But her friends were being so uncooperative that the situation was spiraling out of control, and even she didn’t know how to resolve it.

At that moment, Shen Xingkong, who had maintained a calm demeanor since entering the VIP room, suddenly pointed at the woman who had been arguing with Auntie Song and asked a question that left everyone in the room stunned.

"Are you pregnant?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the VIP room fell into a deathly silence, all eyes turning to the “pregnant” woman, waiting to see how she would react.

Even though times were more open now, accusing a woman of being pregnant was no small matter. What made it worse was that the woman Shen Xingkong had pointed out was the wife of a wealthy man in Z City. Her husband was over sixty years old, and given his age, it was questionable whether he could even perform at night.

By saying she was pregnant, Shen Xingkong was implying that she had a male companion, especially one she had a "special" relationship with.

"Say that again," the woman hissed, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Isn’t it true? Then why is your belly so big?" Shen Xingkong shrugged, feigning innocence.

This woman lived a life of luxury, so naturally, she wasn’t in the best shape. Her abdomen was slightly bulging, almost developing into a spare tire. While saying she was pregnant might have been a bit much, it was clear she wasn’t exactly slim.

"Do you believe I can have you thrown out of here right now?" The woman clenched her fists, clearly wanting to tear Shen Xingkong apart.

"And do you believe I can make your belly shrink right now?" Shen Xingkong narrowed his eyes, his smile full of mischief.

"You..."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Just as the woman was about to lose her temper, Auntie Song quickly intervened.

"Dr. Shen, are you saying... you can help her lose weight?" Auntie Song, being more perceptive, understood what Shen Xingkong was getting at.

"Hehehe." Shen Xingkong chuckled, puffing out his chest with an air of unshakeable confidence. "Give me ten minutes. If I can’t make the fat on her belly disappear in ten minutes, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me."

"Wow!"

The women’s eyes widened in disbelief, wondering if they had heard correctly.

These women were all beauty enthusiasts, and excess fat was their number one enemy. They were constantly trying to lose weight, some even going to the extent of starving themselves or drinking bucketloads of slimming tea.

But fat is a matter of body type. Some people are naturally prone to gaining weight, while others can eat whatever they want without gaining an ounce. So even if they drank slimming tea until they had diarrhea every day, it wouldn’t help. The stubborn fat remained.

Now, hearing that Shen Xingkong could make someone’s belly fat disappear in just ten minutes sounded like a miracle. Even liposuction surgery couldn’t achieve such quick results.

"Alright!" The woman in question was decisive, grabbing her handbag and pulling out a thick wad of cash—at least five or six thousand yuan.

"Kid, if you can make the fat on my belly disappear in ten minutes... no, I’ll give you half an hour. If you can do it, all this money is yours. If not, don’t blame me for what happens next."

"I said ten minutes, and I meant ten minutes. Auntie Song, you know my rules..." Shen Xingkong remained unwavering in his confidence, then turned to Auntie Song with a reminder.