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: "!!!"
...
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
