Chapter One: The Gynecological Examination

Busan Private Hospital, Department of Proctology.

Intern doctor Gou Liang sat at his desk, intently reviewing a patient’s lab results.

The door creaked open, and in walked a girl of ethereal beauty, luminous and immaculate. Her face was exquisitely pure, combining a child’s innocence with the allure of a grown woman. She wore a snow-white strapless, form-fitting dress that hugged her slender waist and shapely hips. Fashionable stiletto heels graced her feet, and her smooth, fair legs were sheathed in sheer stockings.

Gou Liang’s breath caught sharply, his mind blanking in an instant.

Zhang Zhihan smiled, delicate dimples appearing on her cheeks. Parting her lips slightly, she handed him her medical record and registration slip.

“Hello, could you please give me an examination?”

Suppressing his inner excitement, Gou Liang glanced at her documents—the girl’s name was Zhang Zhihan.

“All right, please describe your condition.”

A rosy flush suffused Zhang Zhihan’s lovely cheeks, radiating the sweetness and youthful charm of a maiden. Her melodious voice, soft and enchanting, seemed to seep into one’s very bones, exuding a captivating allure like fine wine, intoxicating the senses.

Listening, Gou Liang’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily; his mouth went dry. Her every word was a pleasure to behold, her fragrance as subtle and pervasive as orchids, filling the air with a soul-stirring aura that made his heart race.

After jotting down her primary complaint, Gou Liang looked up at Zhang Zhihan, somewhat awkwardly indicating the gynecological exam table.

“Please lie down. I’ll take a look.”

“Thank you.” Obediently, Zhang Zhihan lay down, her cheeks aflame with shyness.

A sweet, delicate scent wafted from her, mingling with a unique, virginal fragrance. The aroma, combined with her docile demeanor, slipped straight into Gou Liang’s heart, leaving him momentarily dazed.

Forcing himself to focus, Gou Liang donned a mask and gloves, adopting the professional tone characteristic of a doctor as he instructed her to adjust her position.

He conducted a thorough examination. The findings matched her complaints—she had proctitis, along with mild gynecological symptoms.

Zhang Zhihan was visibly tense, her long, curled lashes trembling slightly, her rapid, heated breaths brushing Gou Liang’s face. Anxiety brought a sheen of sweat to her delicate nose, her cheeks flushed, even her dainty earlobes turning crimson.

Yet Gou Liang, guided by his medical ethics, concentrated solely on his duties.

Just then, his fellow intern Zhu Jiahao slipped silently into the room. Jealous of Gou Liang’s abilities, Zhu pretended to fetch something, then deliberately bumped Gou Liang from behind.

Caught off guard, Gou Liang lurched forward.

A sudden shriek pierced the air—Zhang Zhihan’s scream echoed through the exam room, reverberating throughout the hospital.

Gou Liang was utterly bewildered, as if the world had collapsed around him, his mind a complete blank.

Within moments, doctors and nurses rushed in.

Clutching Gou Liang’s white coat, Zhang Zhihan accused him, her voice trembling with rage, of taking advantage of her under the guise of an examination.

The portly, greasy deputy director elbowed his way through the crowd, his greedy eyes first raking over Zhang Zhihan’s disheveled appearance, then Gou Liang’s stunned face. With a righteous glare, he demanded an explanation.

The nurse on duty with Gou Liang had clearly seen that his examination had been proper, and that it was Zhu Jiahao’s deliberate shove that led to this disastrous misunderstanding. But she looked down on Gou Liang, the poor country student, and instead shot him a look of utter contempt, as if he were a disgrace to their profession.

In that moment, her silence spoke volumes—everyone assumed Gou Liang had used the examination as an excuse for personal gain.

Now Gou Liang was truly beyond defense; not even a thousand explanations could clear his name.

He wanted nothing more than to wring Zhu Jiahao’s and the nurse’s necks, but as an honest young man, all he could do was fume inwardly. He didn’t even dare reveal that Zhu Jiahao, the class monitor and the deputy director’s own nephew, had been the culprit. He feared Zhu’s imposing stature and violent temper—what if he retaliated in front of everyone?

But who could possibly bear such a burden?

At that moment, Gou Liang longed to cut open his chest with a scalpel to show them his innocence. But he was only a fresh graduate, inexperienced and overwhelmed by the situation. Dizziness overtook him, and he nearly fainted from the shock.

He gazed at Zhang Zhihan, about to protest his innocence.

In a surge of anger, Zhang Zhihan shoved him forcefully. Gou Liang fell to the ground, his head slamming against the iron corner of the examination bed.

A deafening roar filled his ears; his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

After being resuscitated, Gou Liang was diagnosed with a retinal concussion, leaving his eyesight severely impaired.

Now, the tables had turned—it was no longer Zhang Zhihan accusing Gou Liang of harassment, but Gou Liang threatening to charge her with assault.

For the first time, Zhang Zhihan’s bravado faltered, replaced by panic.

Through mediation, afraid of imprisonment, Zhang Zhihan agreed to cover his medical expenses and accede to all Gou Liang’s requests.

Gou Liang, feeling deeply wronged—after all, a routine examination had nearly cost him his sight—demanded that if his vision failed to recover, Zhang Zhihan must care for his daily needs unconditionally, or face criminal charges.

Terrified of legal consequences, Zhang Zhihan agreed and brought Gou Liang to her home. She had two small rooms—one for herself, the other, previously rented out, was now vacant.

Once inside, Zhang Zhihan glanced at Gou Liang. “Let me make this clear: just because I agreed to look after you doesn’t mean you can take advantage. If you try anything, don’t blame me for being harsh.”

“Save the threats. I can file charges against you anytime.”

With a snort, Zhang Zhihan swayed out, hips and waist swaying alluringly.

While tidying up his small room, Gou Liang spotted a phone under the bed. It struck him as odd—there was no brand, only a dense array of seven-colored runes covering its surface.

Kneeling, he reached under the bed and picked it up.

The moment his hand touched the phone, a numbing sensation shot through him. A beam of white light, formed from the runes, darted from the phone into his forehead.

His head buzzed; he toppled to the floor and lost consciousness.

Who knew how long he lay there before slowly coming to?

He seemed to feel the soft, fragrant caress of lips—like jelly, sweet and warm—pressing against his own, breath fragrant as orchid or musk, rushing into his mouth and filling his very soul. A girl’s sweet voice called to him incessantly, “What’s wrong? Wake up!”

That meltingly sweet voice nearly undid him.

Then, a message surfaced in his mind:

Hello, lucky one. I am Healer Old Night. If you complete the final task linked to this phone, you will receive a reward of ten million.

An illusion, surely just a hallucination.

Gou Liang shook his head gently, trying to clear his thoughts. Was he faint from hunger, having not eaten all day?

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was a beautiful, pristine face.

It was Zhang Zhihan, giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.