The Infirmary Without a School Doctor

The guilty instructor didn’t know how to respond to Han Juyou’s words and could only turn to Liu Muye with a bewildered look.

Liu Muye steeled himself and continued, "I just think that pairing men and women—"

Before he could finish, Han Juyou angrily stepped out of the line, pointed at Liu Muye’s nose, and said, "I just saw you bribing the instructor! What exactly are you up to, you weirdo?"

Liu Muye immediately grabbed Han Juyou’s outstretched hand.

Startled, Han Juyou stared at her hand, now held firmly by Liu Muye.

Unfazed, Liu Muye whispered to her, "Stay in line. Don’t ruin my plans!"

Han Juyou’s sharp fox-like eyes glared coldly at him. "I knew you were up to no good. I won’t let your scheming succeed!"

"Tch—" Seeing how stubborn Han Juyou was, Liu Muye gritted his teeth and snapped, "Han Juyou, let me tell you—this school belongs to my family. If you dare oppose me, I can make sure you never finish your studies here!"

Perhaps from reading too many domineering CEO novels, Liu Muye couldn’t help but spout a classic overbearing line.

"Just because your family owns the school, you think you can do whatever you want?" Han Juyou showed no fear, standing tall with righteous indignation. "Do you rich people really believe money gives you the right to trample on ordinary people’s dignity and lives? Let me tell you—"

"Classmate, classmate, calm down—" Shangguan Yurou, seeing Han Juyou arguing on her behalf, rushed over to mediate.

As she spoke, she reached out to pull Han Juyou back—only to accidentally yank her so hard that Han Juyou stumbled and fell.

"Ah—!"

Han Juyou twisted her ankle.

"Oh no!" Shangguan Yurou looked guilty. "I’m so sorry, classmate! I didn’t mean to—"

"It’s fine. My ankle’s hurt—help me to the infirmary."

After saying this, Han Juyou glanced up at Liu Muye, flashing him a sly look.

"Okay."

Without another word, Shangguan Yurou helped Han Juyou toward the infirmary.

"Wait—no—that’s not—"

Liu Muye watched them leave, unable to think of a reason to stop them. His gaze then shifted to Nangong Ye, who had been watching from the sidelines.

Nangong Ye tensed as Liu Muye strode toward him. "Wh-what do you want?"

"I’m taking you to the infirmary!"

"Huh?"

……

Shangguan Yurou helped Han Juyou into the infirmary, pushing open the door to find it empty.

Han Juyou called out loudly, "School doctor! Is anyone here?"

Liu Muye, supporting Nangong Ye, followed close behind. "Don’t bother. All the school doctors are off today."

"What?" Han Juyou stared at him in disbelief. "On the first day of the semester, right in the middle of military training, and all the school doctors are on leave? Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I’m not lying," Liu Muye said awkwardly, covering his face. "If you don’t believe me, check the notice posted at the front desk."

Shangguan Yurou settled Han Juyou onto a reclining chair, then skeptically glanced at the red announcement board. "It… really says that. All the doctors went to a major hospital for training today. And it even says to take any medicine we need ourselves—it even lists where the painkillers and bruise ointments are!"

"Huh?" Han Juyou was stunned. "That… makes no sense!"

Even Nangong Ye, who was deep into his domineering CEO phase, voiced a normal person’s doubt. "Yeah, how did they know we’d need painkillers?"

Of course it didn’t make sense. Back when Liu Muye was writing the story, he’d impulsively decided to have all the doctors leave so the male lead could find the ointment and tend to the female lead’s injury—a quick way to spark romance.

At the time, he hadn’t seen anything wrong with it. But now, experiencing it firsthand, he realized how full of plot holes and illogical it was.

Liu Muye quickly tried to smooth things over. "Well, military training involves a lot of bumps and bruises. It’s reasonable they’d expect us to need painkillers."

Somehow, Nangong Ye and Shangguan Yurou silently nodded, actually buying it—proof they were easy to fool.

Then again, in the novel, outside of their endless romantic drama, these two were always quick to believe any malicious rumors spread by the villainess, leading to constant breakups and makeups.

Only Han Juyou, with her sharp intellect, wasn’t fooled by his flimsy excuse.

"That’s not reasonable at all," she said, eyeing Liu Muye’s nervous expression. "I get the feeling you set this up on purpose."

Liu Muye retorted, "Don’t talk nonsense! I was just in military training with you."

"Didn’t you just say this school belongs to your family? Arranging something like this would be child’s play for you." Han Juyou rested her chin on her hand, looking like she’d already pieced everything together. "There’s only one truth!"

She pointed at Nangong Ye, then at Liu Muye. "If I’m not mistaken, you two are friends, right? He’s interested in my friend here, so you orchestrated this ankle injury, bribed the instructor to have her help him to the infirmary, cleared out the doctors in advance, and left that notice—all to create an opportunity for them!"

If this weren’t the world of a novel, Han Juyou’s deduction would be eerily close to the truth.

"What—are you channeling Detective Conan now? Since when did you start solving mysteries, huh?" Sweat beaded on Liu Muye’s forehead.

He never expected the villainess in his book to be this sharp—quick-witted and logically sound. Someone like her would be a nightmare if she turned truly malicious.

Han Juyou smirked faintly. "I knew I was right. You’re sweating."

"Fine, fine, you win."

Liu Muye couldn’t be bothered to argue further. As long as his identity as a transmigrator remained hidden, nothing else mattered.

Listening to their exchange, Shangguan Yurou glanced at Nangong Ye in confusion.

Nangong Ye felt her gaze and met her eyes.

Shangguan Yurou’s thoughts: This guy… likes me? We’ve never even met. But… why do I feel something strange when I look at him?

Nangong Ye’s thoughts: What nonsense are these two spouting? I’ve never seen her before—how could I like her? And yet… there’s something about her. The moment I saw her, I felt… something odd.

Liu Muye watched as the two locked eyes, assuming it was love at first sight, and felt a surge of triumph.

He thought to himself, "After all the twists and turns, I’ve finally steered the plot back on track."

Acting as if he’d rehearsed it, Liu Muye reached into the third compartment of the second shelf in the medicine cabinet and pulled out two bottles of bruise ointment, shoving one into Shangguan Yurou’s hand.

Then, he announced, "Hey there, beautiful, my buddy here fell for you the moment he saw you. Why don’t you two head into the ward and get to know each other? I’ll take care of this young lady here."

"Huh?"

"Wait, hold on—"

Without giving them a chance to react, Liu Muye pushed them into the ward and locked the door from the outside.

"Perfect!" he congratulated himself under his breath.

Then he turned to Han Juyou, who was sitting in the recliner.

Han Juyou met Liu Muye’s mischievous gaze and instinctively raised her hands defensively.

"You… what are you trying to do?"

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