As it turned out,
Lin Yu had overestimated Xia Yiwei...
Under Lin Yu’s stunned gaze, the voice of a middle-aged female doctor came from Xia Yiwei’s phone:
"Ladies, if your husband underperforms at night, what should you do?"
"Don’t worry! From the perspective of a gynecologist, I’ll give you the answer!"
"..."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Even in his wildest dreams, he couldn’t have imagined something this absurd!
Could she even hear what the video was saying?
A gynecologist!
Solving her husband’s problem?
With all these medical tools prepared…
Was she trying to fix the problem or the problematic husband?!
Perhaps sensing Lin Yu’s skeptical gaze,
Xia Yiwei chose…
To mute her phone!
Then, while watching the video, she nodded along enthusiastically.
The bedroom was dimly lit.
The cold glow of the phone screen cast an eerie light on Xia Yiwei’s face, highlighting her mischievous grin and eager expression.
It almost seemed like, at any moment, she would gently approach the bed and say to Lin Yu:
"Come on, darling~ Time to drink this medicine~"
Lin Yu couldn’t help but recall the first time he saw her after his rebirth…
During that medical dispute incident,
The old man was probably innocent!
The real demon had disguised herself as an angel in white!
"Ohhh~"
"Got it, I’ll remember this for sure now!"
"Xiao Yu, let’s begin. I feel like I’ve got this!"
"Eh? Why are you still wearing pajama pants? Take them off, quick~"
She felt like she had it under control.
Lin Yu felt like he was about to lose control!
Faced with Xia Yiwei’s unreasonable demand regarding his pajama pants,
Lin Yu decisively complied, swiftly removing both his pants and in one go.
Xia Yiwei: "!!!"
Now it was her turn to be shocked!
Wasn’t he supposed to be sick?
How did it just… pop out like that?!
She gave Lin Yu a suspicious look, while he smirked back at her.
At this point, it was hard to tell who was harassing whom.
After observing for a while, Xia Yiwei shot him an approving glance.
"Wow, you get excited pretty fast, huh?"
"Didn’t even need any stimulation?"
"Just looking at me is enough to get you worked up?"
"Hmm…"
"Understandable. My charm is just too powerful."
Nodding slowly, Xia Yiwei spoke in a professional tone:
"Your condition…"
"Has a proper medical term for it!"
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow curiously: "Oh?"
Xia Yiwei declared with certainty:
"It’s called—a final rally before death!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
He really wanted to grab her by the nurse’s uniform and ask if all her years of nursing school had gone to the dogs.
Suppressing his frustration, he calmly replied:
"Or maybe… I was never sick to begin with?"
Xia Yiwei didn’t hesitate for even a second.
She waved her hand dismissively:
"No way. You don’t know your own body."
"I understand it better than you do. Get ready."
"I’m going to administer general anesthesia. You—and it—will both be out soon."
If she had said this during his last nurse-themed dream,
Lin Yu would’ve been terrified.
He might’ve even scrambled to figure out how to escape the situation.
But now?
Lin Yu casually extended his arm and said nonchalantly:
"Give me the maximum dose!"
"I’m young and healthy. It’ll take a lot to knock me out!"
Xia Yiwei: "???"
She had never heard such a request before!
This man’s mouth was the hardest part of him!
Once he started slurring from the anesthesia, she’d definitely record him babbling nonsense.
Then she’d see if he could still act so smug when he woke up.
Anesthesia wasn’t something to take lightly.
The injection site, dosage control, onset time…
Xia Yiwei handled every critical step with meticulous care.
Watching the serious and skilled nurse at work, Lin Yu couldn’t help but ask:
"Do community hospital nurses even learn about anesthesia?"
"Yiwei, you seem like a real professional."
Xia Yiwei shook her head:
"Of course not. They didn’t teach us that in school. I’m not an anesthesiologist."
"You’re only the second person I’ve ever anesthetized."
Lin Yu: "???"
"So… who was the first?"
Xia Yiwei readied the syringe and grinned:
"My older sister. She slept for thirty hours straight. Hehe."
That "hehe" made Lin Yu regret ever helping her before.
He should’ve let the headmistress beat her harder—until she couldn’t even get out of bed.
As the anesthesia flowed into Lin Yu’s veins,
Xia Yiwei counted the seconds, waiting for him to drift off.
Sure enough,
The once-smug Lin Yu grew drowsy, his eyelids growing heavier by the moment.
He struggled to keep them open, fighting to stay conscious.
But alas,
No man could defeat modern medicine.
The outcome was inevitable…
Xia Yiwei tested the waters:
"Little master? Xiao Yu?"
"Where’s all that confidence from earlier? Cat got your tongue?"
"Come on, let’s keep chatting! Hehehe…"
She rummaged through the cart of medical tools, picking out the perfect "weapon"
To treat Lin Yu’s condition once and for all.
But then—
"Sure! What should we talk about?"
"How about your dating history?"
"I’ve heard all sorts of rumors about nursing schools…"
"Yiwei-jie, someone as pretty as you must’ve had tons of boyfriends, right?"
Lin Yu suddenly opened his eyes, perfectly alert, and began probing into Xia Yiwei’s love life.
Xia Yiwei: "???"
Awake already? Or just delirious?
If his body was asleep but his brain was forcing itself to stay active, his speech should’ve been incoherent.
And his eyes should’ve been shut!
This wasn’t how anesthesia was supposed to work.
Glancing at her phone in confusion, Xia Yiwei muttered:
"Fine, whatever. Let’s talk about whatever you want."
"I’ve dated over twenty guys. Currently seeing five at the same time."
"Does that fit your stereotypes?"
"Wait… this doesn’t make sense… He should be out by now…"
Hearing this, Lin Yu clapped his hands and sat up.
Little Xiao Yu stood at attention in solidarity.
"Hey!"
"Yiwei, if you’re gonna talk like that, neither of us is sleeping tonight!"
"You’ve shared with so many—what’s one more?"
Xia Yiwei picked up a scalpel and made a snipping motion:
"The Qing Dynasty’s long gone. You wanna join the eunuchs?"
Then she checked the time again.
"Tsk. This isn’t right… Why isn’t he passing out…?"
"Did the anesthesia expire?"
She grabbed the vial, searching for the expiration date.
But—
Slap!
Lin Yu smacked his thigh defiantly:
"Go ahead! Cut right here!"
"I dare you to try—your blade’ll be the one bending!"
...
(Second update today. More coming soon—stay tuned and keep the support coming!)
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