Zhao Feng's breathing was calm and steady as he lay unconscious on the bed.
The soft lighting in the medical room made his skin glow faintly, accentuating every muscle line and scar from the battle. Xiao Yuyan sat by the bedside, tightly holding his hand, unwilling to let go.
Across the room, Ning Yue was scribbling something in a small notebook.
But her eyes kept glancing—not at the paper—but at Zhao Feng's bare upper body on the bed.
Minutes passed in silence.
Suddenly, Zhao Feng let out a low groan.
His brows furrowed, and his breathing grew heavier.
His eyelids fluttered before finally opening slowly.
"Ugh… where am I?" he muttered hoarsely.
"Zhao Feng!" Xiao Yuyan leaned closer with relief. "You're awake! How are you feeling?"
Zhao Feng turned his head slowly, his vision still a bit blurry.
But something felt… off.
His hand felt warm… and there were two pairs of hands holding his—one belonged to Xiao Yuyan, the other…
He turned to the other side and found Ning Yue leaning a little too close, her expression strangely focused.
Their eyes met.
Ning Yue immediately realized her position and jerked back in a panic.
"I-I was just checking your pulse! Your heart!" she stammered, her face flushing red.
Xiao Yuyan narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
She had tolerated this woman once or twice before, but this was getting ridiculous.
If she hadn't been here, she was convinced this so-called doctor would've turned into a hungry wolf and devoured Zhao Feng right on the bed.
She wondered what kind of pervert gave this woman a medical license.
Still, as the young lady of the Xiao family, Xiao Yuyan asked with a calm and graceful tone, "You're checking his heart... from there?"
Ning Yue choked. "Th-that… it's a new method! More efficient! For muscle pulse detection!"
Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously. "Wait… was I molested while unconscious?"
"H-Hey!" Ning Yue stood with her hands on her hips, face still red. "Don't say that! I'm a doctor, alright?! A professional!" she insisted, patting her chest.
But her tone sounded more like she was trying to convince herself.
Xiao Yuyan hugged Zhao Feng's arm tightly and sighed. "Don't listen to her. I've counted—she's touched your body twelve times after the surgery. And looked at it with lust… forty-seven times."
Zhao Feng was stunned. He didn't expect it to be that bad.
It was true—young men were too vulnerable out there.
Too many dangerous women.
Hearing that, Ning Yue turned redder, steam practically rising from her head.
"It's not like that!! You've got it all wrong! I was seriously worried about your condition!"
But even as she said that, her eyes sneaked another glance at Zhao Feng's torso.
This time, her nose started to bleed.
Xiao Yuyan coldly added, "Make that forty-eight times."
"NOT TRUE!!"
Zhao Feng and Xiao Yuyan now looked at her like she was trash.
No matter how Ning Yue tried to explain or deny it, both had already labeled her… a pervert.
Ning Yue finally calmed herself after being accused of all sorts of things. She wiped the blood from her nose and sighed deeply.
"Alright… time to change the dressing and check your stitches," she said, trying to return to her professional tone—though her voice still wavered a little.
Zhao Feng tried to sit up, but his body still felt heavy.
Xiao Yuyan instantly supported him, casting a cold glare at Ning Yue. "I'll help him."
"What? No way! That's a medical task!" Ning Yue stood up, her face turning red again.
"Medical, huh? After touching him twelve times and staring forty-eight?" Xiao Yuyan narrowed her eyes.
"T-That was in the past! I'm serious now!"
"Then I'm serious too. I know how to change a bandage."
"I'm more qualified!"
"I'm more trusted!"
"I have more experience!"
"I have more sanity!"
Zhao Feng could only look at them one after another like he was watching a dramatic stage play. One of his hands was still held by Xiao Yuyan, while the other… was almost touched by Ning Yue, who was now wearing surgical gloves.
"Ahem…" Zhao Feng cleared his throat. "If it's alright, I can do it myself."
"You just woke up from a coma!" the two shouted in unison.
Ning Yue acted first, pulling the curtain around the bed to give some 'privacy', then quickly snapping on her gloves. "Remove his shirt, I'm changing the bandages."
Xiao Yuyan stared at her. "You just want to touch him again, don't you?"
"It's for the patient's health!"
"I can do it too."
They locked eyes, sparks practically flying between them.
Zhao Feng slowly reached for his shirt, planning to take it off himself. But before he could—
Rip!
Xiao Yuyan was already on her feet, carefully lifting his shirt while maintaining eye contact with Ning Yue.
"Like this, right?"
Ning Yue bit her lip. "You're shameless!"
"I'm elegant."
Zhao Feng sat still like a statue, letting himself be fought over by two women of very different ages at the hospital bed.
Fed up, he finally ignored both of them, changed his own bandage, and got dressed on his own.