"Doctor Ye, it's so itchy here, can you take a look for me..."
"Doctor Ye, I might have a heart condition—it feels so empty here, could you touch it?"
After routinely ushering out the flirtatious students from the infirmary, Ye Shuang finally felt a moment of quiet. He glanced at the time—it was a little past ten.
"Yu You and the others went to clean up the community park today. It should be fine since the school can guarantee her safety."
Thinking this, Ye Shuang didn’t seem too worried, though he wondered whether Yu You would return for lunch.
Sitting down, he unscrewed his thermos. Hot water with a few goji berries floated at the top.
Just as he blew on it and took a small sip, an urgent voice called from outside, "Mr. Ye!"
"Hm?" The familiar voice made him turn. It was Linlin and Zhixia—Linlin was supporting Zhixia, her face full of worry, while Zhixia beside her looked utterly drained, her face frighteningly flushed.
"What’s going on—?" Ye Shuang quickly set down his cup and walked over, reaching out to touch Zhixia’s neck and forehead. Her skin was burning hot.
He frowned, studying her intently.
[Character: Zhixia
President of Yinshan Academy’s Light Music Club. Gentle personality, excellent at household chores… Currently suffering from a high fever due to the flu.]
"She’s running a high fever. Linlin, help her lie down on that bed," Ye Shuang said.
"Got it!"
Seeing Zhixia still dazed after lying down, Ye Shuang handed a thermometer to Linlin. "Help her tuck this under her arm."
"Okay!"
Ye Shuang sat by the bed and gently touched Zhixia’s forehead again. "Zhixia, how are you feeling now?"
"My whole body aches… my head hurts so much…" Zhixia’s voice was faint.
Linlin asked anxiously, "Mr. Ye, is Zhixia okay? Should we call an ambulance?"
"Let’s check her temperature first. I have fever-reducing medicine here," Ye Shuang said before asking Linlin, "Has she been like this all morning?"
"Yeah, I noticed something was off when she came to school today. Later in class, she just slumped over and didn’t move."
Beep—
The thermometer sounded. Ye Shuang pulled it out and checked—nearly 40°C.
"A dangerously high fever," Ye Shuang muttered, then walked to the cabinet. "She needs a fever-reducing shot now. If there’s an infection, she might need a second one… possibly even a skin test."
"Oh… is it in the arm?" Linlin asked curiously.
Without turning, Ye Shuang replied, "The buttocks."
"Huh?"
"The muscle structure differs between the buttocks and arms. For small, non-irritating doses, the deltoid muscle in the arm can be used," Ye Shuang explained. "But for fever-reducing injections, the thicker gluteal muscles are better."
"Ah, got it," Linlin nodded.
"Alright, let’s have her lie on her side first." Ye Shuang gently lifted Zhixia to adjust her position, then asked Linlin to help pull her skirt down slightly.
"Mr. Ye, the school uniform skirt has buttons and a belt—you can’t just pull it down," Linlin said.
Ye Shuang clarified, "It’s not appropriate for me to do it. Linlin, you handle it."
"Mr. Ye… you can just pull my skirt up," Zhixia said weakly. "It’s okay, Mr. Ye. Don’t worry about me. You’re a doctor. Even if I’m a little embarrassed, I trust you."
Ye Shuang paused for a moment, then smiled gently. "Thank you."
Since Zhixia had said so, Ye Shuang had Linlin close the infirmary door before carefully lifting the girl’s skirt.
A pale yellow pair of bear-patterned underwear came into view, but Ye Shuang kept his gaze professional, gently pulling the waistband down slightly before administering the injection.
Once the medicine was injected, he pressed a sterilized cotton ball to the spot and had Linlin hold it in place. "All done. Rest for a while now."
"Linlin, undo Zhixia’s collar pin so she doesn’t overheat."
"Okay."
"Just one button is enough, no need to undo more."
"Got it." Linlin asked, "Should we bundle her up to sweat it out?"
"No need. Right now, cooling down is more important. The medicine should take effect soon," Ye Shuang said.
Since the flu was contagious, after settling Zhixia, Ye Shuang handed Linlin a mask and antiviral oral solution. "Linlin, wear this so you don’t catch it."
"I should be fine. I have a strong immune system."
"Wear it anyway."
"Alright."
After a while, Zhixia seemed to have fallen asleep, her breathing steady and silent.
"Linlin, go back to class. Zhixia can rest here with me," Ye Shuang said.
Linlin still looked concerned. "Will she be okay?"
"It’s probably just a regular flu," Ye Shuang reassured her before adding, "Are there other students in her class with similar symptoms?"
"Let me think…" Linlin pondered. "There was one. Zhixia was with her yesterday, but that girl stayed home today with a fever."
"Got it. You can head back now, Linlin."
"Okay."
After Linlin left, Ye Shuang returned to Zhixia’s bedside to check on her. Seeing her breathing evenly, he sat back down at his desk.
"Am I getting too good at this school doctor thing?" he mused to himself.
Mostly, it was because he could accurately diagnose and prescribe the right treatment. And lately, he’d been giving injections quite often.
"I hope the flu doesn’t spread through the academy."
……
……
Some time later, Zhixia slowly woke up. Thanks to the injection, she immediately felt much better—her forehead no longer scorching to the touch.
"Awake?" Noticing her stirring, Ye Shuang brought over a cup of warm water. "Here, drink this first."
"Mm, thank you."
Zhixia drank thirstily. After she finished, Ye Shuang asked how she was feeling.
"Much better. My head doesn’t feel as heavy," she said.
"That’s the strong fever reducer at work. You still need more rest," Ye Shuang said. "I’ll prescribe some medicine later, but you can’t take it immediately after the injection. You’ll have to wait a while."
"Okay." As she spoke, Zhixia noticed a small lunchbox on the bedside table.
"I got that from the cafeteria earlier. After a high fever, nutrition is important—it’s pork rib soup. Try to have some."
"Thank you, Mr. Ye." Suddenly, Zhixia understood why so many students had flocked to Ye Shuang’s lemon tea stand during the school festival.
"Zhixia."
"Yes, Mr. Ye?"
"You mentioned another student in your class has a fever. Can you describe their symptoms?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
