The stubborn little Maomao was incredibly easy to fool.
Even though she sensed something odd in Lin Yu's words,
the thought of helping Xia Yiwei recover made her obediently walk out of the treatment room.
Xia Yiwei, however, wasn’t nearly as compliant.
She forced a stiff smile:
"Little Master, we don’t have any grudges between us, right? Heh..."
"What happened at the community hospital was just... a way to get acquainted, you know?"
"We’re on the same side here. Maomao still doesn’t know about ZerO... right?"
Seeing Lin Yu’s aggressive stance, Xia Yiwei quickly played her trump card.
In her mind, she still believed she had leverage over Lin Yu.
After all,
Maomao genuinely thought ZerO was him.
And it was true—
A few days ago, before Maomao moved in, Lin Yu would’ve been completely at her mercy.
But now?
Even if she brought a whole panel of judges to confront him, Lin Yu wouldn’t flinch.
The sharp-tongued nurse, who usually annoyed everyone, was rarely ever this vulnerable and flustered.
Taking advantage of someone in such a state wasn’t something a gentleman would do...
But Lin Yu was no gentleman—he was a scoundrel!
So why not have some fun?
"Planning to tell Maomao I’m not ZerO, huh?"
"Go ahead, say whatever you want later."
"But for now..."
"Yiwei, it’s best to treat those injuries as soon as possible!"
"Are you going to lie down on your own, or do I have to use my sect’s signature palm technique?"
Xia Yiwei’s eyelid twitched: "..."
Was Lin Yu really this petty?
Hadn’t she already been lectured enough back at the community hospital?
Damn it!
Was he addicted to scolding people?
And now, of all times, when she was...
"Little Master, have a heart, will you?"
"I’m a patient here—I just got into a car accident!"
"Where’s your conscience? Your conscience got eaten by a—oops, sorry, slipped out."
Lin Yu had initially held onto a shred of mercy,
but the moment she mentioned "conscience," it vanished completely.
"Let’s see where you’re hurt... Show me!"
Outside the treatment room,
Maomao clenched her little fists nervously.
Lin Yu wouldn’t do anything too bad to Yiwei, right?
...Right?
Less than two minutes later,
Xia Yiwei, the nurse, was lying on the treatment bed,
being examined by the "amateur" Lin Yu.
"Elbow’s fine, legs are just scrapes!"
"Little Master, don’t you dare take advantage of me!"
Xia Yiwei suddenly felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter.
Lin Yu hadn’t even touched her yet,
but the sheer intensity of his gaze alone made her scream internally... This was unbearable.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your devilish aura has ignited the rebellious heart of the Medicine Hall’s elder!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "???"
What the—?
Nurse here was into this kind of thing?
Well, of course.
If you wanted to learn more, a thorough examination was necessary.
"Tch."
Lin Yu frowned impatiently:
"And you call yourself a nurse? So unprofessional."
"Some injuries look superficial but could be seriously damaged internally."
"How would you know if there’s a hidden issue without a proper check-up?"
"Look at this—the net’s already torn in half. What kind of flimsy material is this?"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu hooked a finger through one of the holes and gave it a tug.
Xia Yiwei quickly covered herself with her good arm:
"Excuse me? I’m a nurse! Doesn’t that make me the professional here?"
Lin Yu’s eyes darted: "..."
Xia Yiwei raised an eyebrow: "..."
The next second,
Lin Yu went straight for her uninjured arm.
"Ah!"
"Easy, easy...!"
Xia Yiwei winced and immediately moved her hand from her leg to protect her injured arm.
"Little Master, you’re downright vicious!"
Lin Yu: "Oh, so now you’re the expert? Ever heard of ‘physician, heal thyself’?"
Xia Yiwei grimaced: "Little Master, let’s stop tearing things and focus on fixing my arm, okay?"
The moment she finished speaking,
Lin Yu gave her injured arm another squeeze.
"AH!!"
He declared with an imposing aura:
"Enough! You think I’ve never seen a woman before?"
"Am I that kind of person?"
"I just wanted to check what brand these fishnets are!"
"Word is, the ones from that certain noble family are top-notch. Are these...?"
With that,
he leaned in, picked at another hole, and thoughtfully tugged.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your overwhelming dominance has further stoked the rebellious heart of the Medicine Hall’s elder!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Medicine Hall’s elder has deepened to the fifth stage: "Intimate Companions"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy—!
This rebellious fishnet nurse was something else!
She was still secretly enjoying this?
Lin Yu was starting to feel like his behavior was borderline twisted,
yet she was getting more into it?
Did the system just slip up?
Too hot to handle?
What was a little girlfriend’s fairy-tale romance compared to this?
This was true "painful love"!
"Little Master, if you like them, I’ll give you a pair later."
"But can we please focus on setting my arm first?"
"Life-saving matters take priority!"
Lin Yu wasn’t about to stop now.
Leaning against the bed, he said:
"They’re already ruined. What would I do with them?"
"I’ll get you a sturdier pair—guaranteed un-tearable!"
Riiip—
As he spoke,
Lin Yu tore through several more holes:
"Look at this quality! Absolutely not up to par!"
As for Xia Yiwei now—
Whether from the pain or sheer embarrassment,
her face was burning red, a far cry from her usual composed self.
She didn’t even retort at Lin Yu’s teasing.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu...
"AH!!"
"Why again?!"
"It wasn’t broken before, but you’re gonna fracture it for real!"
Xia Yiwei yelped in pain.
Lin Yu rubbed his hands together:
"You weren’t saying anything—thought you’d fallen asleep. Had to test it."
"By the way..."
"There aren’t any towels in this treatment room."
"Bone-setting is painful. You should bite down on something."
This wasn’t a lie—
It was standard advice.
Xia Yiwei glanced around but found nothing suitable to bite.
"Fishnets and leather won’t work—gotta be cotton."
"The only cotton on me is..."
Lin Yu’s gaze drifted downward.
Xia Yiwei: "!!!"
...
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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