Unlicensed Doctor

The next morning.

"Military training, ugh... I just managed to get my skin a little fairer." At the dining table, Tang Keke pouted miserably but still stuffed her mouth with breakfast.

"It'll get fair again," Bai Yuyou comforted her, even reaching out to pat her back.

But as she patted, she suddenly started fiddling with the strap inside Keke's clothes like it was amusing.

"What are you doing?"

"You wouldn’t understand my pain—someone who gets fair again in just a few days... It hurts, it hurts so much. I’m gonna start washing kelp." Tang Keke gnawed on her toast and slapped her schoolbag.

The gap between people is just too unfair.

Hearing this, Ye Shuang, who was nearby, smiled and said, "The training won’t last long. It should be fine."

With that, he tossed a lemon to the girl.

"Here."

"A lemon?" Tang Keke held the yellow fruit.

"Eating more lemons can help you recover," Ye Shuang explained.

"So sour..." Keke’s head immediately shook like a rattle drum.

Soon, the two girls were ready for school. But before leaving, Bai Yuyou silently stared at Ye Shuang’s chest, as if holding something back.

Her expressionless face even started twitching.

"I... I’m leaving now," Bai Yuyou suddenly said, her voice louder than usual.

Ye Shuang, standing at the door, paused for a moment before smiling and ruffling her hair. "Mm, be careful on the way."

Bai Yuyou turned like a robot. "Le... leaving!"

"Alright, big bro, we’re off!" Keke also smiled.

"Mm."

After watching the two girls step into the elevator, Ye Shuang slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to the dining table to clean up the dishes.

"Military training..."

Ye Shuang wondered if he should buy them some sunscreen or something. But then again, it was only a few days.

Given Yinshan Academy’s laid-back school culture, the students might not even train under the sun.

"Probably unnecessary, right?"

After tidying up, Ye Shuang sat at his desk and started his daily writing work.

Lately, he had even drawn some chibi-style illustrations of the main characters. If only his lovely readers could appreciate his effort and maybe recommend his book in the recommendations section or toss him a small free gift...

Heh.

Time flew by. After finishing today’s update, Ye Shuang drove to the academy.

Parking his car, he noticed the familiar "spicy fish head" car already in its usual spot. Remembering last night’s events, he even wondered how An Shiyu would question him when they met.

Shaking his head, Ye Shuang took the elevator to the infirmary.

Before even entering, his footsteps halted—he heard strange noises coming from inside.

"Hng hng hng ahhhh..."

"Huh?" He blinked, then quickened his pace into the infirmary. What greeted him was a boy lying on the bed, while An Shiyu, clad in a white coat, stood on the other side holding a bottle of medicine.

The coat was Ye Shuang’s, and on An Shiyu’s slender frame, it looked ridiculously oversized, the hem nearly reaching her calves.

"Yo?" An Shiyu turned her head and greeted him.

"Are you... treating someone?" Ye Shuang asked.

"Yep. Since you weren’t on duty," An Shiyu waved the bottle. "It’s pretty fun—one swipe, one scream."

Ye Shuang was speechless. Were you treating this guy like a screaming chicken toy?!

The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide at An Shiyu, as if seeing something unbelievable.

"Y-you... you’re not the school nurse?!"

An Shiyu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I’m not the school nurse?"

"No, you didn’t!" The boy’s eyes rolled back as if about to faint.

Ye Shuang hurried over. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I... I think I saw my long-dead uncle waving at me from the other side of the river..."

"Calm down... You just have minor injuries."

"He’s talking to me..."

"Is he telling you to go back?"

"He said, ‘What you love is your life.’"

Ye Shuang: "..."

What kind of uncle is that?!

An Shiyu draped a white cloth over the boy’s face, her eyes turning into dots. "He’s passed on."

Don’t just declare someone dead like that!

Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang checked the boy’s condition—just some minor scrapes. An Shiyu had used the right medicine, probably mimicking how he usually treated patients.

"Alright, go rest now."

The boy limped away, looking miserable. "She... she was so rough with the medicine..."

"It’s fine. Next time, I’ll be gentler. Come again~"

"There’s gonna be a next time?!"

After seeing the boy off, An Shiyu stood beside Ye Shuang, hands in the coat pockets, and remarked,

"What an exhilarating treatment session."

Ye Shuang: "..."

"Alright, give me back my coat."

He reached for An Shiyu, but she slipped away like an eel, dodging every attempt.

An Shiyu tilted her chin up, looking almost smug.

"Hmph. Is that all you’ve got? Show me your true power, Ye-san!"

"Had enough fun? Get down from the bed already." Ye Shuang massaged his temples as he watched the cherry blossom girl spouting chuunibyou lines from atop the bed.

An Shiyu hopped down and tossed the coat at him.

"Done playing."

"Don’t just throw my work clothes around." Ye Shuang caught it and noticed it was warm, carrying a faint fragrance.

But he didn’t dwell on it, just shook it out and put it on.

After that boy’s ordeal, the infirmary was bound to get some weird rumors again.

Sitting down, An Shiyu quickly settled into silence.

But as she fiddled with her phone, she suddenly handed him a notebook. "Hey, old man, do me a favor."

"What?" Ye Shuang took it instinctively and flipped it open, confused.

The next second, the contents made him rub his eyes, as if he’d seen wrong.

Old man, subway, phone.

"What’s this?"

"Read it out loud for me."

"To who?"

"Anyone."

"I don’t want to." Ye Shuang’s lips twitched as he looked at the contents, his entire body radiating refusal.

"I’ll let you play with my legs." An Shiyu stretched a foot toward him.

"No."

"I’m wearing white thigh-highs."

"It’s not about the legs?!"

"Tch. What, you want something else?" An Shiyu crossed her arms, as if questioning his morals.

Ye Shuang: "..."