As a nurse, it's reasonable for me to bring some stuff, right

Lin Yu: "???"

What the hell kind of plot twist is this?

Is Sister Weiwei trying to trick him like he’s some naive kid?

Since when does a stomachache checkup require lying down?

Even if we stretch the logic…

Assuming this is somehow a necessary part of the examination…

Shouldn’t it be the doctor doing it?

What the hell is a nurse checking for?!

Unless…

Does Sister Weiwei have some… unusual hidden fetish?

Thinking this far, Lin Yu quickly pulled up Xia Yiwei’s information panel.

They’d already interacted briefly in the lobby earlier.

At the time, he hadn’t paid much attention, but now something felt off.

[Xia Yiwei]

[Age: 25]

[Sect Affiliation: Elder of the Spirit Medicine Hall, Martial Arts Inheritor]

[Host Intimacy Level: 22% (Second Tier, Casual Acquaintance)]

[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): (Host intimacy level insufficient, temporarily unavailable)]

[Attribute Skills: (Host status too low, temporarily unavailable)]

[Other Information: (Host status too low, temporarily unavailable)]

[Current Missions:]

[Martial Trial (Urgent Mission): Long suppressed by martial experts of the Profound Gate Sect, in desperate need of an otherworldly master’s aid to break through and rebuild her martial path.]

[Sect Treasure Attire (Daily Mission): Different types of enchanted attire can enhance allure cultivation. Please promptly purchase "extra-long fishnet stockings."]

[Hidden Injury (Daily Mission): As a martial arts heir and elder of the Spirit Medicine Hall, years of rigorous external training have left her feet strained with chronic fatigue, urgently requiring meridian clearing (massage therapy).]

Another double identity!

Martial Arts Inheritor?

So the nurse in leather pants is actually a trained fighter?

Back in the lobby, Lin Yu had acted discreetly when intervening.

Even if she was some so-called martial artist…

Judging by Xia Yiwei’s figure, she couldn’t be more than a calisthenics enthusiast.

Could she actually fight?

But what’s the use of fighting? In this world, it’s all about connections and influence…

Speaking of which…

In this apartment, aside from Lin Yu—the lone "disciple"—everyone else was a "cadre."

The one with the least background and influence? Him.

A classic case of "everyone here is awesome except me!"

Xia Yiwei’s three missions, though, were worth pondering…

First one: Can’t win a fight, so she’s calling for backup?

Second one: Easy—freedom to dress however, respect that.

Third one: Even easier—Lin Yu’s specialty!

"Come on, little Lin Yu."

Xia Yiwei smoothed out the bed sheets, urging him again.

Refusing to lie down would seem too standoffish.

But lying down…

That "I’ve found a new toy" look on Xia Yiwei’s face was downright unsettling.

After a moment’s hesitation, Lin Yu suppressed his suspicions and sat on the examination bed.

"Sorry for the trouble, Sister Weiwei."

Xia Yiwei waved dismissively:

"No trouble at all. Just lie down already."

Clink!

Just as he was about to recline, a pair of medical scissors fell from Xia Yiwei’s person.

Lin Yu: "…"

Xia Yiwei calmly bent to pick them up:

"Don’t be nervous. As a nurse, it’s perfectly normal to carry medical scissors, right?"

Lin Yu: "Yeah, yeah, totally."

Clink!

The next second, a surgical scalpel clattered to the floor.

Lin Yu: "…"

Xia Yiwei’s smile didn’t waver as she retrieved it:

"Like I said, being a nurse, having a scalpel on hand is just logical."

Lin Yu forced a laugh: "Right, right."

Thud!

Then… a geological hammer slammed onto the ground.

Lin Yu: "…"

Xia Yiwei picked it up again, pausing to think:

"As everyone knows, nursing is a dangerous profession…"

Lin Yu cut in:

"Absolutely, makes perfect sense, Sister Weiwei…"

"Actually, I think my stomach doesn’t hurt anymore!"

"Probably just ate something bad. A trip to the bathroom should fix it!"

Perfect sense his ass!

For a second, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

A geological hammer?

What kind of person just carries one of those around?!

Lin Yu suddenly felt the shirtless troublemaker from the lobby owed him a few kowtows.

That guy had been downright polite compared to this. A true blind-play innocent!

If not for him causing a scene earlier, today might’ve ended with bloodshed.

Unfortunately, Xia Yiwei wasn’t letting him escape.

Not only did she block his path, but she also pulled out alcohol swabs to sanitize her hands.

No gloves?

Straight-up barehanded examination!

"Lin Yu, listen," she said, leaning in.

"You don’t know if you’re sick or not. Since you’re here, just lie down."

Whether he was sick was debatable.

But she was definitely a few screws loose.

Lin Yu now seriously wondered if the old man causing a scene earlier had even needed to pee—or if Xia Yiwei had just dragged him into the restroom.

What kind of madness was this?!

Before he could react, Xia Yiwei’s hands were already on him.

The cold, alcohol-slicked fingers slid effortlessly across his abdomen.

Hiss—

Lin Yu sucked in a sharp breath.

Her speed was terrifying!

Wait… why was she squeezing now?

"Don’t move!!"

The sudden bark made Lin Yu flinch.

Who’d dare move at this point?

Xia Yiwei’s expression shifted wildly, her teeth clenched to suppress… something.

The power radiating under her fingertips—

There was no mistaking it!

This was the muscle texture only achievable through that kind of training.

Not the lifeless bulk from protein shakes or extreme cuts, but the refined ripple of a skiff gliding over a lake.

Strength coiled beneath a pliant surface—

At rest, like velvet-wrapped jade.

With the slightest motion, it’d surge into flawless, explosive arcs.

Perfection.

"Lie. Down. Now."

Xia Yiwei’s throat bobbed, her voice urgent.

Well…

She was already in.

Might as well get comfortable.

What goes around comes around.

The way he’d treated others in his past life was now being served back to him.

In just two days of rebirth, Lin Yu had learned this lesson well.

Xia Yiwei’s "examination" was… thorough.

Less a stomach check, more a full-body structural integrity test.

Her kneading technique was downright bizarre.

After minutes on the bed, Lin Yu started feeling… things.

He awkwardly ventured:

"Sister Weiwei, isn’t this enough? Maybe I should—"

Before he could finish, she shoved him back down.

The loose collar of her nurse uniform swayed above him, offering glimpses of—

Grandpa’s sweetheart, teasingly half-visible.

All while Xia Yiwei kept "diagnosing" him with single-minded focus.

Lin Yu clenched his fists, desperately recalling every tragic memory he had.

Let’s be real—

A twenty-year-old guy, full of vigor, facing this kind of temptation?

A normal reaction would be… reasonable, right?

Then, out of nowhere—

Xia Yiwei leaned in, her eyes manic, and hissed:

"Lin Yu… hit me!"