The sensation was both fascinating and magical, and Shen Xingkong was gradually becoming captivated by it. He even tried to increase the flow of heat generated within his body, and sure enough, the heat flow was like the Golden Cudgel of Sun Wukong—able to expand or contract at will under the control of his mind.

Moreover, whenever he increased the heat flow, the woman on the bed would complain about feeling hot. As Shen Xingkong continued to amplify the heat, the woman’s lower abdomen soon became drenched in sweat, with an oily sheen visible on the surface.

“I can’t take it anymore... I’m burning up...” The woman on the bed finally couldn’t endure it any longer. She felt as if there was a furnace in her belly, scorching her from the inside out.

The women on the sofas had long stopped laughing; they, too, noticed something unusual about their friend on the bed and rushed over to take a look. They saw the woman’s skin was flushed red, her face and body soaked in sweat that dripped off the beauty bed and onto the floor, her hair completely matted—she looked as though she had just been pulled out of a hot pot.

The women were dumbfounded, exchanging wide-eyed glances. They had undergone countless beauty treatments, but never had they seen anything as bizarre as this.

Behind the curtain, Shen Xingkong continued to intensify the heat flow of his abilities, completely ignoring the fact that the woman on the bed was about to pass out from the heat. Aside from noticing that the fat on her lower abdomen was gradually melting away under the heat, he was also curious to see just how much he could amplify the heat generated by his abilities.

“Ah...” The woman on the bed suddenly let out a pained cry, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.

“Xiaohong, wake up... Hey, Dr. Shen, you need to stop. Xiaohong can’t take it anymore...” Auntie Song had been closely monitoring the situation on the bed, clearly anxious.

Since Shen Xingkong was someone she had brought in, Auntie Song couldn’t afford to let anything go wrong. Seeing the woman pass out and feeling her burning forehead made her fear that Shen Xingkong had accidentally killed her.

“Whoosh!” Shen Xingkong pulled back the curtain. He had already removed the needle when the woman fainted and now casually packed away his needles, saying, “Don’t worry, just give her a glass of cold water. She’ll wake up soon.”

“She... she’s not...” Auntie Song was still uneasy.

“What? You think I killed her?” Shen Xingkong gave her a cold look, then got up to pour a glass of water. He took a sip himself and splashed the rest onto the woman’s face.

“Ah...” The cold water jolted the woman awake, and she sat up with a sharp intake of breath, as if she had just been resurrected. “Wha... what happened to me?” She saw her friends around her, her mind a complete blank.

The other women were wide-eyed, looking at her as if she were a monster; the situation had indeed been a bit terrifying.

Auntie Song, relieved to see her wake up, glanced at the woman’s abdomen and froze in shock.

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“Xiaohong, your stomach...”

“What about my stomach?” The woman, startled, quickly got off the bed, turning and feeling her stomach.

“Oh my, why is your stomach so flat? It’s like a young girl’s... my god... this is incredible...” Another woman suddenly exclaimed.

“What? Really?” Xiaohong was overjoyed, forgetting the ordeal she had just been through, and eagerly inspected her flat abdomen.

Her belly was now smooth and flat, with not a trace of the excess fat that had been there before. Her skin was sleek and firm, without any of the sagging typically associated with rapid weight loss, and her entire waistline was now slender and well-defined. Even a girl in her twenties couldn’t achieve such a perfect figure.

Her friends pushed Xiaohong onto the scale in the VIP room, and the results showed that she had lost a full eight pounds in just a little over eight minutes since Shen Xingkong had begun the treatment.

“Ah... it’s really gone, it’s really gone... ah...” Xiaohong was so excited she was bouncing up and down on the scale.

“If I’m not mistaken, you probably had some gynecological issues too,” Shen Xingkong said casually as he lounged on the sofa, grabbing an apple to eat as he spoke to Xiaohong.

“Yes!” Xiaohong was even more shocked, looking at Shen Xingkong with admiration. “Every time I get my period, I have severe cramps. The doctor said it was dysmenorrhea.”

“It won’t be a problem anymore. I took care of it for you just now,” Shen Xingkong replied with a slight smile. During the treatment, he had stimulated the Guanyuan acupoint, and his sixth sense had detected an issue there.

The Guanyuan acupoint, located on the Ren Mai (Conception Vessel), is known as the “Lower Dantian” and is crucial for treating various reproductive and gynecological issues in both men and women. Regular application of heat to this acupoint can be more effective for women’s health than visiting some mediocre doctors.

This is not a fictional exaggeration; those interested can try it for themselves—except for pregnant women, as it could induce miscarriage.

Shen Xingkong’s display of skill had left the women in awe. They felt incredibly fortunate to have found a true miracle doctor, capable of transforming the ordinary into the extraordinary. If he could make eight pounds of fat disappear just like that, wouldn’t solving their other beauty concerns be child’s play?

The women rushed back to surround Shen Xingkong on the sofa, each clamoring for him to fix something—one had freckles, another complained about small breasts, one had scars on her buttocks, and yet another wanted to have a certain membrane repaired. The atmosphere was so heated it nearly erupted into chaos.

Auntie Song was also beaming with pride, her face practically glowing as she assured her friends that she hadn’t lied to them. If not for her, they wouldn’t have had this chance to meet a miracle doctor.

But Shen Xingkong wasn’t going to perform any more treatments. After finishing his apple and tossing away the core, he stood up with a blank expression. The women immediately quieted down, their gazes filled with anticipation and hope that he might treat them too.

“I’m feeling pretty tired now. Maybe next time, I’ll do something for everyone. Bye-bye!” Shen Xingkong waved at the women and then casually walked out of the VIP room.

None of them dared to stop him, fearing that they might upset the miracle doctor and lose any future chances for his treatments.

As soon as Shen Xingkong left, Auntie Song was surrounded by her friends, who resorted to all kinds of tactics, from pleading to pressuring, in an attempt to get Shen Xingkong’s phone number.

Auntie Song, however, stubbornly refused to give it up, leading to an all-out scuffle in the VIP room. Of course, Shen Xingkong didn’t hear any of this.

Leaving “Blooming Years,” Shen Xingkong felt a surge of excitement—not because of the few thousand yuan he had just earned, but because he had figured out how to deal with Wang Lei. This idea was what had prompted him to abruptly end his money-making spree, as safety was more important than making money.

After all, a dead person—or someone close to death—couldn’t earn any money, and even if they did, it would be pointless.

Shen Xingkong’s idea was that if he could use the golden needle and his abilities to burn off the eight pounds of fat from Xiaohong’s body, then why couldn’t he use the same method to make himself stronger?