The Young Urban Doctor

As Luo Ziling spoke, he belched again, “Ugh, I’ve definitely had too much to drink today, never had this much before, and now I’m talking nonsense.”

Ouyang Feifei caught a whiff of a particularly nasty alcoholic scent. Had it been any other time, she would have definitely turned and walked away, not wishing to deal with the person who polluted the air in front of her.

But facing Luo Ziling, she just frowned and didn’t make a big deal out of it, and didn’t even take to heart the earlier comment that seemed to disdain her and her sister.

This guy in front of her must have really overindulged.

She had a rough idea of how much Luo Ziling had drunk.

She no longer believed that Luo Ziling was naturally so tolerant to alcohol; what he had consumed was almost beyond human limits. The only explanation was that Luo Ziling had taken some sobering medicine.

Luo Ziling was naturally quite good at holding his liquor, and with the help of medication, that’s why he could drink so much, that was the conclusion Ouyang Feifei drew.

She wanted to discuss with Luo Ziling the possibility of marketing the sobering medicine, but clearly, today was not the right time.

“You should head back and get some rest early,” Ouyang Feifei stepped back slightly to avoid Luo Ziling’s boozy breath, “I’ll be leaving now. There shouldn’t be any more issues.”

“Okay, we’ll head back early as well,” Luo Ziling grinned.

Ouyang Feifei didn’t say much. After giving Ouyang Huihui a few instructions, she left.

With all the other spoiled young masters gone, and Ouyang Feifei departed, Ouyang Huihui suddenly became more animated.

She forced Luo Ziling back onto the dance floor to dance with her. Luo Ziling had no choice but to comply, and in the end, he deliberately stepped on her feet a few times, but Ouyang Huihui didn’t mind. Later, Yang Qingye gallantly stepped in to save him and took his place dancing with Ouyang Huihui.

Yang Qingye’s dancing skills were excellent, far surpassing those of Luo Ziling, probably a kind of lady-charming skill that scions of wealthy families would have.

Luo Ziling continued to drink water, trying to dilute the alcohol concentration in his body.

Even though he had taken sobering medication, it was still not easy for the alcohol to be metabolized quickly. Luo Ziling was aware of the harm alcohol could do to the liver and other organs and tissues, so he wanted to accelerate the metabolism and excretion of alcohol.

Ouyang Huihui’s classmates also tried to cozy up to him.

Luo Ziling didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards Ouyang Huihui’s classmates. When they came over to offer a toast, he drank with them but only sipped at the red wine and never emptied a full glass, stopping while it was still appropriate.

Li Jiahui surprisingly hadn’t left, even after the group of dissolute young masters and Ouyang Feifei had left in succession; she continued to stay on.

Later, she came over to apologize to Luo Ziling for her arrogance at the beginning, repeatedly saying sorry to Luo Ziling.

Luo Ziling didn’t hold it against her, considering she was a friend of Ouyang Huihui’s, he drank with her.

Cao Jianhui and the others had come to worship Luo Ziling like an idol.

Being born into a family of officials, Cao Jianhui understood many things better than the others. He had a rough idea of the Ouyang Family’s situation and knew what kind of presence Ouyang Feifei and Ouyang Huihui were as sisters.

He was very clear about the social status of the other dissolute scions who were there today.

That Luo Ziling could sit on an equal footing with those people, and even shamed a group of them into leaving, completely overturned his understanding.

Luo Ziling had always been pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, showing off—that was Cao Jianhui’s firm belief. He was convinced that Luo Ziling must also be a scion of a wealthy family with a hidden identity; otherwise, he wouldn’t act like this. Remembering Luo Ziling’s clothes that cost over a hundred thousand per set, along with those odd incidents, Cao Jianhui was able to accept Luo Ziling’s identity.

However, as long as Luo Ziling didn’t confess it himself, Cao Jianhui didn’t want to expose him. Many young masters from wealthy families are quite perverse and prefer not to let people know their true identities.

Like Luo Ziling today, who could have easily won over all the women with his looks, yet he covered up his handsome face, making others think he was ugly—it was just like someone who liked to show off.

They were all young, and since Ouyang Huihui’s classmates were very lively, the programs that followed were even more exciting than the ones before, with everyone singing, dancing, and having a great time.

Ouyang Huihui also asked Luo Ziling to sing, but he firmly declined. He had never sung in public before, and besides, he didn’t know how to sing pop songs.

Yang Qingye, whose singing was great, and who was also an impressive dancer, stole the spotlight from Luo Ziling and won the adoration of all the girls present.

Everyone was competing to surround him, trying to get close to him.

Yang Qingye, born with a lecherous streak, didn’t reject the beautiful girls coming his way and even became intimate with them. In the end, he sang a very sentimental duet with Li Jiahui.

Luo Ziling took a video and sent it to Yang Qingyin, telling her about Yang Qingye’s philandering behavior with the girls.

When it reached nine o’clock, Luo Ziling was ready to go back and rest, and Ouyang Huihui timely suggested having the cake.

Young people celebrating a birthday certainly don’t just politely eat cake. Smearing cream on each other’s faces is a big part of the fun.

So Luo Ziling, unaware of such a ‘program’, suffered an attack by many people. Although he was quick to respond, his hair, glasses, and face still ended up smeared with a lot of cream.

After he was smeared to a sorry state, he could only retreat to the washroom to clean off the mess.

When he came out with his glasses off and his damp hair a bit tidied up, those who were unfamiliar with him thought a different super handsome guy had arrived. The women who had previously fawned over Yang Qingye immediately turned their attention to Luo Ziling’s face.

Li Jiahui, who had initially looked down on Luo Ziling, regretted to the point of wanting to jump straight off the fifth floor after seeing his true appearance.

A guy this handsome, and of no ordinary status and position, and she actually didn’t want to get to know him.

No wonder the Ouyang sisters, Feifei and Huihui, looked at him differently.

But after Luo Ziling revealed his true self, he didn’t give others the chance or time to get close and immediately asked Ouyang Huihui to excuse him.

Claiming he had drunk too much and needed to rest early, Ouyang Huihui, who had hoped to return with Luo Ziling and have a private chat, could only helplessly let him go.

Yang Qingye also left with Luo Ziling, and the two arranged to meet Yang Qingyin near the girls’ dormitory.

Seeing Luo Ziling and Yang Qingye return together somewhat took Yang Qingyin by surprise.

As soon as they met, Yang Qingye chuckled and said, “Sis, your brother-in-law here supervised me all night. Brother-in-law was quite well-behaved today, successfully resisting the seductions of other women. He gets a hundred points from me.”

As a result, his words were met with an irate Yang Qingyin’s beating, causing him to beat a hasty retreat.

“Sis, brother-in-law, you guys enjoy your romance. I’m going to sleep!”

Hearing Yang Qingye’s nonsensical talk while escaping, Yang Qingyin couldn’t help but want to chase after him for another round, but Luo Ziling caught her arm.

“Senior Sister, let’s take a walk by Lake Wuming.”

That gentle word from Luo Ziling completely dissolved Yang Qingyin’s fighting spirit to chase after Yang Qingye.