Afternoon.
"Doctor Ye, right here... it hurts here."
"Ah, just reach in already. You can't check properly from that angle."
Ye Shuang was conducting routine health checks in the school clinic as usual, surrounded by flirtatious students cooing "Doctor Ye" in sugary tones. He couldn't shake the feeling of being devoured piece by piece—like Tang Sanzang stumbling into the Kingdom of Women. The comparison might be exaggerated, but that's exactly how Ye Shuang felt.
What surprised him was An Shiyu's absence. Normally, she'd be lounging on the last sickbed during this time, lazing around as usual. But after witnessing her jump from the second floor that morning, she'd seemingly vanished since lunch break.
"That girl probably twisted her ankle after that stunt," Ye Shuang mused. Yet he couldn't figure out how she'd instantly reappeared behind him afterward. It wasn't like she had superpowers—unless she had Doraemon's Anywhere Door, which was downright unscientific.
Then again, Ye Shuang wasn't in any position to talk about what was "unscientific."
Just as he finished seeing off the students, a teacher unexpectedly walked into the clinic.
"Anyone here? Huh..."
"That's odd... Teacher Bai, why are you wearing the school doctor's uniform?"
It was Class C's homeroom teacher, Shen Jiaojiao. Compared to other faculty members, she was relatively young—a 25- or 26-year-old master's graduate with glasses and a ponytail, giving off a pure and innocent vibe. She blinked in confusion at Ye Shuang's presence.
"Oh, I found teaching too exhausting, so I switched to being a school doctor. They happened to be short-staffed," Ye Shuang replied casually with a smile.
"It is exhausting, but Yinshan Academy isn't as bad as other schools with their endless performative demands. I heard some primary schools in the bay area won't even approve marriage leave, and when teachers complain, higher-ups ignore it. Meanwhile, they keep inviting officials over for appearances, dumping all the pressure on the faculty. Can you imagine?"
"Indeed," Ye Shuang responded, though he wasn't particularly interested in these all-too-common grievances. He simply asked, "What seems to be the problem, Teacher Shen?"
"Well, it's kind of..." Shen Jiaojiao hesitated, especially under Ye Shuang's gaze.
Recognizing her discomfort, Ye Shuang discreetly checked her information.
[Character: Shen Jiaojiao
Homeroom teacher of Yinshan Academy's Class 3-C. Recently suffering from uterine cold, experiencing heavy menstrual flow.]
Ah.
No wonder she was embarrassed. She probably thought the school doctor was a stranger. Still, maintaining professionalism, Ye Shuang smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, just treat me as a regular doctor. No need to feel shy."
Shen Jiaojiao considered this and nodded, pressing a hand to her abdomen. "I've been having terrible discomfort here lately... and, well, my period has been unusually heavy."
"Let me check your pulse."
"You can do that?" Shen Jiaojiao had only come because the pain was unbearable—otherwise, she would've gone straight to a hospital if not for her teaching duties.
"A little."
Ye Shuang had no real pulse-reading skills; this was purely for show. Placing his fingers on her wrist, he closed his eyes in mock concentration before recalling medical texts on uterine cold.
"Do you often wear crop tops? Or consume cold foods during your period?"
"I do," Shen Jiaojiao admitted, surprised by his accuracy. "Pulse-reading is that precise?"
"Yep. The wonders of ancient Eastern medicine," Ye Shuang said. "Your condition is uterine cold. I'll give you some medication, but long-term care is more important."
He stood and retrieved blood-nourishing and womb-warming herbs from a cabinet, adding, "Avoid cold foods during your cycle—especially ice cream—and keep warm."
"If left untreated, severe cases can lead to infertility," he added bluntly, causing Shen Jiaojiao's face to pale.
"That serious?! I don't even have a boyfriend yet..."
"Exactly. So take good care of yourself," Ye Shuang said with a smile.
"Right, I will." Shen Jiaojiao pocketed the medicine, then glanced at him again. "My students kept saying the third clinic's doctor was amazing. Seems they were right. Why didn't you become a hospital physician, Teacher Bai?"
"I prefer a more relaxed job."
A year ago, Ye Shuang—who once believed wasting time was wasting life—would never have said such a thing. Besides, he wasn't even a licensed doctor. An Shiyu had basically smuggled him in to laze around.
Yet somehow, he'd gradually gained a reputation. Many students now saw him as a reliable school doctor, even consulting him for mental health issues.
"Thanks," Shen Jiaojiao said, tucking away the medicine.
"Don't mention it."
"Oh, Teacher Bai..."
"Hm?"
Blushing slightly, she mustered her courage. "Are you free for dinner? I know a fantastic restaurant."
The man before her was handsome, gentle, and around her age—an irresistible temptation for a perpetually single woman in her mid-twenties. This was a rare moment of boldness.
Ye Shuang's dark, ink-like eyes remained unreadable. He smiled faintly. "Sounds lovely, but I already have plans. Promised to have dinner with my partner. Sorry about that."
"O-oh, what a shame. I'll get going then." Shen Jiaojiao wasn't dense—his rejection was clear. She forced a smile and left it at that.
"Take care."
After seeing her out, Ye Shuang slumped back into his chair.
Just as he stretched, his phone buzzed on the desk. A message from Fugui lit up the screen:
Fugui: yOOOOOOOO… Wanna grab drinks tonight? Combustible oolong tea, spiked with 98% Everclear.
Ye Shuang noted it was a group chat. Another message popped up immediately.
Chen Hai: Ugh, tough luck. The missus is on a rampage—says if I go drinking, she's coming too.
Fugui: Pfft~ You're not even from Sichuan. Since when do us southerners become henpecked?
Chen Hai: Bullshit! I just pamper my wife. When it counts, I’ve got her wrapped around my finger.
Ye Shuang tapped out a reply—
Ye Shuang: Screenshot taken. Sending it to your wife now.
Chen Hai: Bro, BRO, I take it back!
Fugui: @Ye Shuang Bring your kid along. Let’s see if you’ve fattened them up nicely.
Ye Shuang: Definitely healthier, if not much rounder. At least their complexion’s improved.
Ye Shuang: Tonight?
Fugui: Duh~ Didn’t I say "soon" last time? If not tonight, when?
Ye Shuang considered it. It could work, but driving after drinking was out of the question.
Better hail a cab.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
