The Blunted Scalpel Turns the Tables (Bonus Update)

For the next period of time,

the flow of time in the dream world was incredibly fast.

Lin Yu could gradually sense Xia Yiwei's growing anxiety.

Subconsciously, she seemed to be trying to speed up time

to make Lin Yu "fall asleep" quickly.

But whether it was Xiao Yu or Little Xiao Yu,

both remained in an unnervingly alert state, leaving Xia Yiwei utterly baffled.

"Yiwei, you've already injected me three times,"

"Could it be an issue with the anesthetic?"

"Maybe we should try a different treatment—what if I'm not actually sick?"

Xia Yiwei stared at the chipped scalpel in Lin Yu's hand and the dented geological hammer,

only now realizing she might have stumbled upon the kind of "superhuman power" seen in those "so-and-so Mui" movies!

Was this something a normal human could do?

Rendering a scalpel and a geological hammer useless?

What kind of normal human could handle this?

"Uh… just give me a second,"

"I’ll go check if there’s any other medication,"

"Maybe the drugs expired from disuse…"

Xia Yiwei’s eyes darted around, no longer daring to joke around with Lin Yu.

Deep down,

an overwhelming sense of danger had taken root.

Lin Yu, on the other hand, admired Xia Yiwei’s mental fortitude.

Truly a girl who studied nursing.

Even after witnessing such a miracle, her dream showed no signs of collapsing.

If it were any of the other girls in the apartment, they’d have lost it by now!

Seeing Xia Yiwei trying to flee,

Lin Yu grabbed her arm and effortlessly pulled her close.

"Yiwei, didn’t you just say…"

"If I stayed awake after the third injection,"

"you’d ‘discuss’ what you used to do with your twenty-something ex-boyfriends?"

Xia Yiwei instinctively tried to pull away,

but before she could react—

Lin Yu had already struck with a series of ghostly-fast punches.

By the time she realized what was happening, the effects of his "Bone-Softening Fist" had already taken hold.

"Xiao Yu, I—I didn’t mean it like that!"

"I’m actually a really pure person, no ex-boyfriends, I was just showing off!"

"Let’s both calm down—your ‘sudden revival’ might need a specialist consultation!"

"You absolutely shouldn’t… you know what I mean?"

"This is for your own good!"

Lin Yu wasn’t in the mood to listen to her nonsense.

He lifted a corner of her nurse uniform and muttered in confusion,

"Why are these fishnets the same as last time?"

"Don’t you ever change them?"

"Yiwei, let me tell you…"

"Personal hygiene is serious business, you can’t slack on this."

Snap!

With a flick of his finger, two black threads snapped,

and the elastic band recoiled against Xia Yiwei’s skin,

drawing a soft gasp from her.

"See? They’re already worn out!"

"How’s the leg injury from last time?"

"Don’t just focus on checking me—take care of yourself too."

"Here, let me see if you still need that bone adjustment."

Taking the lead, Lin Yu laid Xia Yiwei on the bed.

He swung Thor’s Hammer (the geological hammer) and stood at the bedside.

Xia Yiwei couldn’t move, but her eyes could!

To make matters worse,

Lin Yu turned on the room’s light, making the once-shadowed spectacle glaringly obvious.

Her heart leaped into her throat, all her earlier bravado gone.

Begging? Threats? Claiming her "time of the month"?

Any excuse she could think of felt weak,

completely useless against Lin Yu in his current state.

But Xia Yiwei, ever the quick thinker even in dreams,

came up with a reason that would terrify any grown man:

"Xiao Yu! You know I come from a traditional family, right?"

"I was just talking big earlier—I’ve actually never done anything like that!"

"If you touch me, my family’s dowry demand is three million!"

"Think carefully—don’t ruin yourself over a moment of impulse."

"Really not worth it, right?"

Lin Yu burst out laughing.

He casually pulled out his phone, tapped a few times,

and Xia Yiwei’s phone on the medical cart chimed:

"Alipay payment received: three million yuan."

Xia Yiwei’s eyes nearly popped out. "!!!"

A moneybags?!

Since when did writing novels pay this well?!

Three million transferred just like that?!

Desperate, she scrambled for another excuse:

"W-Wait, we haven’t even met the parents!"

"And right after you pay, we just…"

"That’s legally questionable in our country, you know?!"

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Lin Yu ignored her rambling,

deftly tearing three more gaps in the fabric.

Hmm.

This should be enough space now.

A clear view for smooth operations.

Still feigning innocence, he remarked,

"Liar, where’s the ‘red line’? All I see are black lines."

"Oh? Today’s theme is… ‘Class 3-2’s Naomi Kisaragi’s signature style’!"

What he wouldn’t dare in reality,

Lin Yu fully embraced in the dream world—unleashing his inner demon king.

Bzzzt…

An annoying alarm buzzed in Lin Yu’s mind.

Irritating, but too late now!

Faced with the utterly defenseless nurse,

Lin Yu skipped all foreplay.

Right then—

One push, straight to the end!

Again, and again!

By the third time, accompanied by Xia Yiwei’s ear-splitting shriek,

the dream world shattered instantly.

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In Xia Yiwei and Maomao’s bedroom,

Xia Yiwei jolted awake, clutching the blankets in a death grip.

The only reason she didn’t leap out of bed in terror

was that her subconscious still believed she couldn’t move.

As consciousness returned,

phantom pains stabbed at her, drenching her in cold sweat.

"Hah… hahh…"

She gasped for air, glancing around.

Maomao wasn’t there?

Then she noticed—the room was lit!

Her gaze snapped to the desk.

Thank goodness.

Maomao sat there with headphones on,

completely absorbed in work, oblivious to her ordeal.

Xia Yiwei steadied her breathing, replaying the dream in her mind.

Twice now… she’d dreamed of Lin Yu twice!

And each time, the scenes grew wilder.

Was this the price of their daily flirting?

To be ravaged by Lin Yu in her dreams?!

Absurd!

That thing… it defied all human standards.

Poor scalpel…

Poor geological hammer…

And worst of all—

Lin Yu was Maomao’s crush!

As her older sister, how could she entertain such thoughts about him?!

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(Extra chapter delivered—goodnight, everyone! More battles tomorrow!)