The girl immediately felt goosebumps rise on her skin, but she still sat down in front of Ye Shuang and stretched out her leg for him to bandage. Though his tone had been a little odd earlier, he was handsome enough that she could overlook it.
Ye Shuang stood up and fetched a bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet. "This wound looks like it’s from a fall. I’ll disinfect it first—it might sting a bit."
"Okay."
Ye Shuang cleaned the wound with the hydrogen peroxide, which was effective at killing certain bacteria but could cause a slight burning sensation. After disinfecting it, he sprayed some Yunnan Baiyao on it. "The cut is shallow. Try not to get it wet, avoid spicy food, and it shouldn’t leave a scar."
"Thanks."
Just as the girl finished speaking, Ye Shuang suddenly pulled out a tube of erythromycin ointment from the cabinet. "Also, use this if there’s any bleeding recently… otherwise, you might get hemorrhoids."
She reflexively took it, then froze. "Hemorrhoids?"
A second later, it hit her. "H-how did you know I’ve been bleeding lately?!"
Holy crap, this school doctor is insane—can he diagnose just by looking?!
Instinctively, she covered herself, feeling as if she’d been stripped bare in front of him.
"Don’t be so nervous. I am the school doctor, after all." Ye Shuang chuckled, brushing it off.
Right, he’s a doctor. He probably has some method of knowing.
Clueless about medicine, she accepted the explanation without further thought.
After seeing the girl out, Ye Shuang returned to his seat, waiting for lunch break while continuing to study basic medical knowledge.
Time passed quickly, and soon, lunch arrived.
Ye Shuang headed to the cafeteria. The faculty and student cafeterias were separate, and though he was technically the school doctor, he was treated no differently from a teacher here.
The faculty cafeteria was free—Yinshan Academy provided complimentary meals and lodging.
Grabbing a simple lunch, Ye Shuang settled into a corner seat. Around him, teachers gradually filled the tables, chatting about school gossip and the latest cheating scandals.
"One of my students had the top scorer hide answers in the bathroom sink, and the weaker students went to retrieve them."
"That’s nothing. One of mine wore high-tech glasses that displayed the answers right in front of him. Can you believe it?"
"Don’t even get me started on the boys. A girl in my class wrote the answers on her inner thigh and kept lifting her skirt—distracted every guy in the room."
"If only they put half that effort into actually studying..."
The invigilators grumbled among themselves while Ye Shuang quietly listened. Eventually, the teachers finished eating and left, but Ye Shuang lingered, scrolling through medical content on his phone as he ate at a leisurely pace.
Then, he noticed an elderly man sitting across from him.
The man was small and wiry, dressed in a casual T-shirt, yet he exuded an inexplicable aura—like facing a wolf.
Ye Shuang glanced around. With so many empty seats available after the teachers left, why had this old man chosen to sit right in front of him?
But he didn’t dwell on it. Eccentric old men weren’t exactly rare.
Just as Ye Shuang was about to stand and leave, the old man suddenly spoke. "You’re Ye Shuang?"
Hearing his name, Ye Shuang paused, then studied the man carefully.
[Character: Anshi Yilang
Retired ninja, one of Yinshan Academy’s board members. Recently experiencing heart issues. A doting grandfather…]
Huh?
What kind of info is this?
And that surname… Was this old man An Shiyu’s grandfather?
Also, a ninja?
Ye Shuang suddenly recalled An Shiyu’s words—Wait, you’re actually a ninja?!
But the name didn’t sound local.
"Is there something you need?" Ye Shuang asked cautiously.
"Hmph." The old man snorted, glaring at him with clear hostility. "You’re nothing special—just a little handsome. Why would Xiaoyu take a liking to you?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Sir, I think there’s been a misunderstanding," Ye Shuang said. "And I’m not entirely sure who this ‘Xiaoyu’ is."
"An Shiyu," Anshi Yilang said in a strange tone.
Ye Shuang pretended to realize, but still replied, "You’ve got the wrong idea. We’re not in that kind of relationship."
"What, is Xiaoyu not good enough for you?" Anshi Yilang snapped.
Ye Shuang sighed internally.
Are you serious?
"She is," Ye Shuang conceded.
"Ah! So you do have that kind of relationship!"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Old man, are you done yet?
"That girl even arranged a job for you at the school. I’ve already looked into your background—a former entertainment company CEO who suddenly knows medicine?" Anshi Yilang narrowed his eyes. "What’s your real motive for getting close to Xiaoyu?"
Studying the old man, Ye Shuang recalled the "doting grandfather" detail and smirked. "Sir… are you jealous?"
Anshi Yilang stiffened, his face flushing. "W-what nonsense! Why would I be jealous of a brat like you?!"
"A-An Shiyu’s chosen man must pass my approval! That’s the Anshi family rule!"
"I-I’m not worried about Xiaoyu at all! Hmph!"
What’s with the "hmph," old man?!
You’re not some tsundere anime girl!
Suppressing the urge to complain, Ye Shuang calmly reiterated that his relationship with An Shiyu wasn’t what the old man imagined.
"As for my medical skills…" Ye Shuang’s gaze lingered on Anshi Yilang, then he adopted a mysterious tone. "Sir, let me check your pulse."
"I’m not sick."
"Afraid to let me try?" Ye Shuang goaded.
"Tch. Fine, brat. Let’s see what tricks you’ve got." Seeing through the taunt, Anshi Yilang extended his wrist anyway.
Ye Shuang pretended to take his pulse, then frowned gravely. "Sir, you need to get your heart checked at a hospital."
"My heart’s fine. I run five kilometers every morning, and my heartbeat’s steady." Anshi Yilang scoffed, as if confirming Ye Shuang’s "medical skills" were a sham.
Since when could a pulse check diagnose heart disease?
Unfazed, Ye Shuang said, "Go get examined first. If I’m wrong, I’ll stay away from An Shiyu forever and quit this job."
Not like distancing himself from An Shiyu was any loss.
"Deal. If you’re right, I won’t interfere with Xiaoyu!"
"That really isn’t necessary…"
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
