The Young Urban Doctor

Ouyang Feifei’s CEO office was very large, encompassing not only the reception area where her secretary sat, but also an office for her assistant Wang Qing, followed by her own workspace.

The area where Ouyang Feifei worked was also spacious, yet it was sparsely furnished with a large desk, a sturdy chair behind it, a few potted green plants, a set of sofas, and nothing else.

With just these few items arranged in a space that was at least sixty square meters, the whole room appeared quite empty. Luo Ziling could only imagine the immense pressure subordinates must feel when Ouyang Feifei sat behind her desk to receive them.

“Chen Jiahai, Mr. Chen, the legitimate grandson of Old Mr. Chen, known as the Smiling Tiger,” Ouyang Feifei mused as if speaking to herself, “I remember mentioning this man to you last time.”

“Uh, what?” Luo Ziling was taken aback, “Did you mention this man to me?”

“I did,” Ouyang Feifei motioned for Luo Ziling to sit down as they talked, “the last time I wanted to ask for your help.”

“Help with what?” Luo Ziling looked bewildered.

When Ouyang Feifei had hoped he would treat her, she hadn’t mentioned a man like this, had she?

Could he have developed amnesia?

“I’ve mentioned it before.” Ouyang Feifei looked at Luo Ziling strangely.

Seeing Ouyang Feifei’s expression, Luo Ziling suddenly recalled something else.

That was when Ouyang Feifei once wanted his help, asking him to pretend to be her fiancé to fend off her suitors. She had mentioned a few names then. Although he hadn’t remembered the names Ouyang Feifei mentioned, he remembered her saying that these people were well-known in Yanjing, each one wealthy and powerful.

At the time, he had even vehemently rebuked Ouyang Feifei for pushing him into a fire pit and sternly refused to assist her.

Yet, as luck would have it, today he had bumped into someone who was pursuing Ouyang Feifei. Seeing the way Chen Jiahai looked at Ouyang Feifei, Luo Ziling couldn’t help feeling annoyed and impulsively stepped forward to say something.

It seemed that the assistance he had initially refused, he had quite proactively provided today.

Thinking of this, Luo Ziling felt utterly depressed.

What if Chen Jiahai sought revenge?

He certainly didn’t want to be revenged upon over Ouyang Feifei’s affairs, with already enough troubles on his plate—the idea of offending the scion of a rich family didn’t appeal to him at the moment.

“I understand what’s happening now, it seems you’re not interested in this suitor?” Luo Ziling squinted and questioned Ouyang Feifei.

With Wang Qing standing beside, Luo Ziling’s directness seemed to bother Ouyang Feifei a bit, but eventually, she nodded, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have asked for your help.”

“Let’s not talk about this,” Luo Ziling, feeling despondent, said, “Let’s get ready for the treatment. We’ll treat once today and then again in about ten days. In the next few days, just pay some attention to your diet and rest.”

Ouyang Feifei gave him a peculiar look but didn’t say anything.

She stood up and signaled Luo Ziling to follow her inside.

“I just took a bath at noon; I’ll change clothes,” she said, walking into an inner room.

Only then did Luo Ziling notice a door hidden behind the two green plants.

He hesitated for a moment before following her in.

Wang Qing approached and gestured for him to go through that door.

After entering, Luo Ziling saw that the inside was a standard suite with a small living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom.

If it were a male leader, Luo Ziling would suspect that having such a room was likely for the purpose of engaging in an illicit sexual relationship with a female subordinate, but as Ouyang Feifei had arranged for a room here, he thought it must be intended for temporary rest.

When Luo Ziling entered, the bedroom door in the inner room was already closed, so he had to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

Wang Qing came in for a moment and then left, not even closing the door behind her.

Shortly after, Ouyang Feifei, who had changed into a set of pajamas, opened the door and peered out, signaling Luo Ziling to come in.

Carrying the bag containing his medical equipment, Luo Ziling walked into the inner room.

The room was decorated very cozily, not overly feminine, but one could tell at a glance that it was the room of a woman with taste.

“How do you need me to cooperate?” Ouyang Feifei asked, her hands guarding her chest and looking at Luo Ziling with a touch of shyness.

Her look made Luo Ziling’s heart beat faster involuntarily.

In the past treatments, Ouyang Feifei had never shown such an expression, and more importantly, today Wang Qing was not by her side. In the secluded room, there were just the two of them. Luo Ziling could hear his own heartbeat and seemed to sense that Ouyang Feifei’s was racing as well.

He took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself before instructing Ouyang Feifei to lie face down on the bed, preparing to perform acupuncture on her. Ouyang Feifei complied without resistance and obediently lay down.

As she lay down, she glanced at Luo Ziling with an embarrassing shyness in her eyes, a flirtatiousness that couldn’t be described with words. This look and gesture caused Luo Ziling to become somewhat agitated. The allure of a beauty was already significant, not to mention the enticing charm she radiated while showing a coy demeanor.

His mind was a bit in disarray, so much so that his hands were trembling as he prepared to insert the needles.

After taking a few more breaths, Luo Ziling finally calmed down, focused his attention on his hands, and professionaly inserted several silver needles into Ouyang Feifei’s body.

With Wang Qing around, he would sometimes be distracted, sneaking peeks at Ouyang Feifei’s body or deliberately rubbing her smooth skin a few extra times. But when it was just the two of them, he didn’t dare to make such moves, for reasons he couldn’t explain.

He conducted the acupuncture on Ouyang Feifei with an undistracted mind, not daring to harbor any indecent thoughts.

Being alone in the room, any adventurous moves would be embarrassingly awkward, a feeling he had experienced when he was with Lin Lan. He didn’t want to have any awkward incidents occur with Ouyang Feifei either.

Even though the engagement between him and Ouyang Feifei had been broken off, in Luo Ziling’s heart, Ouyang Feifei still remained an untouchable goddess.

With Ouyang Huihui, he dared to toss around and bully her casually, but with Ouyang Feifei, he had neither the desire nor the courage to do so.

Chen Jiahai took the elevator straight down to the underground parking garage.

Normally, he preferred to drive himself, with bodyguards following in another car. He regarded his car as a private space and did not like having drivers or bodyguards ride with him.

After getting into his rather stable and understated Mercedes 600, he didn’t start the car right away but instead took out his phone to make a call.

The phone rang a few times before it was answered, and he asked in a subdued voice, “Is it convenient for you to talk now?”

“It’s convenient.” A woman’s soft voice came through from the other end of the line.

“Who is that man with Ouyang Feifei?”

“I don’t know, it’s the first time I’ve seen him,” the woman on the phone said in a light voice, “I’ve never seen him before.”

“Find out everything about this man as soon as possible and report back to me,” Chen Jiahai commanded authoritatively.

“Yes, Mr. Chen.”