The Young Urban Doctor

It was Ouyang Huihui.

Having removed the makeup from her face and changed into a white dress, Ouyang Huihui’s hair was casually draped behind her, as charming as she could possibly be. Holding a large bouquet of flowers, she quickly walked towards Luo Ziling.

“For you,” Ouyang Huihui said, lifting the flowers in her arms and handing them to Luo Ziling. “Your martial arts performance was just fantastic. I had never imagined a martial arts demonstration could be so exciting, even better than the actions in fight films. Today, your performance has truly stunned everyone. Congratulations, you have to treat us now!”

Luo Ziling mechanically reached out to take the flowers that Ouyang Huihui handed to him, not anticipating that the woman would hug him after passing the flowers, then stand side by side with him, allowing the wildly shouting classmates below to take photos.

“Damn, I didn’t expect the rumors to be true; they have indeed been involved with each other already,” a senior who had been unable to forget Ouyang Huihui after seeing her, said heartbrokenly. “Damn it all, to think my goddess would take the initiative to confess to a guy. With such a large bouquet and a passionate hug, isn’t that a clear statement?”

“Oh my god, my dream guy, could he really be stolen by that woman? Didn’t they debunk the rumors, saying there was nothing between them? How come there actually is something?” a lovesick young girl lamented in despair. “Why is my life so tragic? My budding romance died before it even got a chance to bloom?”

“Well, the two of them together really do make a handsome pair. No, both the guy and the girl are gorgeous. All I can do is wish them well,” another lovesick girl murmured to herself.

The noise and screams from the audience were nonstop, and the entire auditorium was in chaos.

Luckily, Ouyang Huihui, who was very pleased with such a result, faced the audience with a smile, waved to everyone, and then gracefully walked away.

A very awkward Luo Ziling, who wanted to cry, also wished to just leave everything behind and walk away, but holding the microphone, he knew that if he didn’t say something, the misunderstanding would just get worse.

“Thank you all for your encouragement, and thank you to all the beautiful girls who came on stage to present me with flowers. I’m very grateful and very moved, and I don’t even know what to say,” Luo Ziling, not one to have a way with words, was slightly nervous standing on the stage. The recent scene of Ouyang Huihui offering flowers had put a lot of pressure on him, making his speech seem a bit unnatural.

Looking at the pile of fresh flowers on the stage, he said helplessly, “There are so many flowers from the senior and junior girls. Taking them back is quite a problem. My brothers, could you come up and lend a hand?”

His words drew laughter from the audience, but Luo Ziling was still distressed because he hadn’t clarified the situation.

He also knew that if he specifically addressed the matter with Ouyang Huihui, it might come off as protesting too much, so after seriously thinking for a few seconds, he said awkwardly, “I know that so many beautiful seniors and juniors coming on stage to give me flowers has successfully provoked the jealousy of the senior brothers and junior brothers, especially the large bouquet from Huihui. Can I say that I have never received flowers from a girl before? Today is the first time, and it’s overwhelming. I will remember your enthusiasm and friendship, and I am very grateful for your encouragement.”

He ultimately decided not to specifically address the matter concerning Huihui—in truth, Luo Ziling didn’t know how to explain, how to clarify the situation without hurting Ouyang Huihui’s pride.

Just then, Luo Yuqing, who was waiting at the edge of the stage, walked up, smiled at Luo Ziling, and said, “Ziling, we really envy you for having so many seniors and juniors offering you flowers. You truly deserve being the new popular guy on campus; everyone likes you. It’s a shame I didn’t prepare a bouquet, or I would’ve also rushed up with one, hoping for a hug.”

Hearing Luo Yuqing say this, Luo Ziling got an idea. He reached out his hand and gave Luo Yuqing a hug, then taking the microphone, said to the whole audience, “You can get a hug even without flowers.”

As he spoke, he deliberately stood very close to Luo Yuqing.

In an instant, screams and whistling became loud again, and many people shouted chaotically below.

“Wow, I got a hug from the male god today; I’m so excited I won’t be able to sleep,” Luo Yuqing either had good acting skills, or for some other reason, she was very excited and jumped twice before stretching out her arm and looping it through Luo Ziling’s arm, “I’m so happy to get a hug from the male god without giving flowers.”

Then she let go, “I don’t dare to hug for too long, I’m afraid your female fans will shred me.”

Luo Yuqing’s playful words and embrace successfully relieved Luo Ziling of his embarrassment, and he was genuinely grateful to this female host. Therefore, seizing the opportunity to gracefully exit the conversation, after saying a few more words, he walked off the stage. He couldn’t carry all the flowers the girls had given him by himself, but thankfully the stage crew helped, with several people following him, holding the flowers.

As soon as he entered backstage, Luo Ziling saw Ouyang Huihui waiting there.

“Luo Ziling, your martial arts performance was outstanding, congratulations,” Ouyang Huihui said in front of everyone else, before adding, “Let me treat you to a late-night snack later to celebrate.”

“Uh,” Luo Ziling hesitated, unsure whether to refuse or accept as many peculiar looks were directed at him, but seeing the smile on Ouyang Huihui’s pretty face, he didn’t have the heart to embarrass her, “Let’s talk about it after the party. By the way, your dance was also really good; my classmates next to me were all cheering wildly!”

“Then let’s celebrate together!” Ouyang Huihui’s smile remained dazzling.

Her smile left several nearby boys dumbstruck, while other girls couldn’t help but show envious glances.

Jian Fei, who was about to go on stage to sing solo, looked at Ouyang Huihui unfriendly and seemed to mutter something under her breath.

Ouyang Huihui also wisely did not linger around Luo Ziling too long, saying she was going back to her class’s seats to watch the rest of the performances and would contact Luo Ziling after the event was over.

Luo Ziling gave all the flowers to the backstage crew and quietly slipped back to his class’s seats.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Luo Ziling was surrounded by his classmates’ congratulations and astonishment.

They were shocked by Luo Ziling’s exceptional performance, and his level of martial arts had amazed everyone.

Of course, having so many beauties come on stage to offer flowers and hugs, with both Ouyang Huihui and Luo Yuqing, two great beauties, vying to embrace him, was the gossip everyone delighted in discussing the most.

Luo Ziling felt it was a mistake to return to his class’s seats and decisively excused himself to go to the restroom to escape the gossipers’ circle. After going to the restroom, he did not return to his seat but stood on the side of the aisle, quietly watching the performances.

Soon, Luo Ziling noticed something was amiss because the program sequence had changed.

When it was supposed to be Yang Qingyin’s turn to perform, she didn’t appear, and after the program before hers ended, it switched to the one that was listed after hers on the program.

Luo Ziling sent a message to Yang Qingyin to ask about the situation, but received no reply.

In the end, after all the performances had concluded, Yang Qingyin still hadn’t appeared on stage to perform.

As the performers took their bows on stage and the audience started to get ready to leave, Luo Ziling knew there was trouble.