The Young Urban Doctor

“Take a bath, rest a bit, then head back,” Ouyang Feifei suggested with a smile as she sat down beside Luo Ziling.

The fragrance of Ouyang Feifei’s post-bath perfume wafted over to him, making Luo Ziling’s heart race a little faster.

“I should get going, I still have things to do,” Luo Ziling hurriedly said as he remembered that Chen Wanqing had asked him over for an English tutorial.

In the past, being around Ouyang Feifei always made him feel constrained, so he disliked being alone with her.

In recent days, however, he felt that their interactions had somehow subtly changed,

and he didn’t want to stay alone with Ouyang Feifei any longer for fear of where this strange new feeling might lead.

He mumbled to himself, wondering where Wang Qing had gone.

Having that cool-faced beauty around would make him feel more at ease.

Seeing Luo Ziling eager to leave, Ouyang Feifei couldn’t hide her disappointment, but ultimately she didn’t say anything to make him stay and stood up, “I’ll have Wang Qing drive you back.”

With that, she made a phone call to summon Wang Qing to take Luo Ziling home.

After Ouyang Feifei made the call, Luo Ziling smiled, bid her goodbye, and started heading downstairs.

Ouyang Feifei didn’t say a word but followed him downstairs.

As he descended the stairs, Luo Ziling suddenly remembered something and stopped to turn to Ouyang Feifei, saying, “The medicine I prescribed last time, keep taking it for a while… ”

Before he could finish, a warm body bumped into his embrace.

Lost in thought, Ouyang Feifei hadn’t noticed Luo Ziling stop as he went downstairs, and as she stepped down, she didn’t stop in time and bumped into him. Due to the height difference from the stairs, she ended up colliding right into his arms.

Luo Ziling naturally extended his arm to support her, feeling softness where his hand landed, and quickly withdrew it.

Ouyang Feifei also regained her composure, steadying herself on the stair railing, and quietly said, “Sorry!”

She felt extremely embarrassed, having never lost her composure like this before, and was mortified that while following Luo Ziling down the stairs, her distraction led to her crashing into his arms. Although she was initially startled when Luo Ziling held her, her predominant emotions were embarrassment and a complex mixture of feelings that couldn’t be expressed in words.

Luo Ziling felt even more embarrassed; he had no idea where he had just touched Ouyang Feifei and dreaded that it might have been an inappropriate place. Upon helping Ouyang Feifei to her feet, he promptly made a hasty retreat.

“I’m off, no need to see me out.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than he was already on the outside steps.

Seeing Luo Ziling acting this way, Ouyang Feifei, with her face flushed, couldn’t help but want to laugh.

“Such an innocent young man, no wonder Yang Qingyin fell for him.” The thought filled Ouyang Feifei with dismay, an indescribable discomfort settling in her heart.

As Luo Ziling reached the door, Wang Qing arrived in the car, and he hurriedly jumped in.

As the car pulled away from the villa, Luo Ziling glanced back subconsciously and saw Ouyang Feifei standing by the door, looking in the direction the car was heading with what seemed like a wistful expression.

“Take me back to the school,” he said, feeling a bit moody for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Wang Qing acknowledged and didn’t say much, instead focused on driving.

Soon, the car arrived at the school gates.

After getting out of the car, Luo Ziling let out a long sigh of relief.

The therapy session today left him feeling exhausted, not physically, but emotionally. He pondered that next time, when treating Ouyang Feifei, he definitely needed another person present. Otherwise, the atmosphere was too intimate and could lead to strange thoughts.

After returning to the dormitory, Luo Ziling quickly went to take a shower and took the opportunity to wash and hang his clothes.

Li Fuming, who had already been back in the dorm, was nowhere to be found. Even after Luo Ziling had finished his shower and washed his clothes, Li Fuming didn’t appear.

While Luo Ziling was hanging the clothes, he heard a WeChat message come in. After finishing with the clothes and drying his hands, he took out his mobile phone to check. It was actually Yang Qingyin who had sent the message.

“Junior, I’ve regained my freedom.” Yang Qingyin’s message was followed by several pitiful emojis.

Luo Ziling immediately replied with a message, “What happened? Did someone bully you? Tell me who it was, and I’ll come to your rescue like a hero saving a damsel in distress.”

“Then come on over, I’ll give you the address,” Yang Qingyin’s message came back quickly.

But just as Luo Ziling was about to reply, Yang Qingyin sent a request for a video chat.

Luo Ziling didn’t hesitate and accepted the request.

“Junior, are you in your dorm?” came Yang Qingyin’s gentle voice from the phone, “I thought you were out treating someone.”

“I just got back, just finished washing my clothes. Where are you, senior? I thought you were trapped in the devil’s lair; I was about to strap on a pair of wings and come save you.” Seeing Yang Qingyin’s pretty face, although a bit blurry, Luo Ziling felt very happy, and all his previous gloom disappeared.

“I’m at my grandfather’s old house, just now grandpa gave me a long lecture on moral education,” Yang Qingyin said with a slight pout, sharing her woes with Luo Ziling.

“What did he say?” Luo Ziling became anxious instantly.

“He just talked about our Yang family’s history, their generation, and the revolutionary spirit of my great-grandfather’s generation. I guess this is just the appetizer, and there’s more severe education to come tonight.” After saying this, Yang Qingyin showed a hint of a bitter smile, “Actually, I’ve guessed what they’re going to say next, and I understand the real purpose of them wanting me to come here.”

Luo Ziling fell silent, understanding what Yang Qingyin was referring to, and couldn’t help but feel depressed.

“Junior, cheer me up, will you?” Yang Qingyin saw the smile fade from Luo Ziling’s face, knowing her words had made him feel down, she hurriedly said, “Tell a joke, make me laugh.”

“Senior, how about I become a masked hero to save you? Just don’t call me a flower-picking thief or Tian Boguang.”

Yang Qingyin burst into laughter at once, “Naughty junior, then you can be like the eldest senior brother and buzz over here like a bee.”

“Or say I’m the flower-picking thief. Believe it or not, someday I’ll pick all the nectar from this thriving flower of yours?”

Yang Qingyin laughed even more joyfully, “Okay, you’ve managed to cheer me up, and I’m much happier. You should be happy too. Wait for tomorrow, I’ll take you to scale the Great Wall. Let’s see if you’re a real man!”

“If I carry senior up the Great Wall, what does that make me? Does that make me a squared real man?”

Yang Qingyin paused for a bit at Luo Ziling’s words and then laughed again, “You really know how to make someone happy. If I can’t walk tomorrow, just carry me, but I won’t pay you.”

Luo Ziling said earnestly, “Over here, ladies are allowed to be wilful as many times as they want.”

Yang Qingyin laughed heartily once again.