Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

The heating in Lecture Hall 508 of the Medical School at University A was turned up very high.

Ten minutes before class started, the classroom was already packed with people.

Whispers and suppressed excitement filled the air, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the doorway, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The girl with her hair in a bun lowered her voice and said, "Have you heard? The new teacher, Yin Siyao, was invited back by Professor Wen after he visited her three times."

The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses: "When Teacher Yin was in school, he consistently ranked third on A University's honor roll."

"Third?" the short-haired girl leaned closer. "Why isn't it first?"

"You just don't understand."

The bespectacled man cleared his throat and began to explain, "The number one on the list is Song Jingmo, a genius that comes along only once in a century. He became the dean at the age of twenty-seven."

"Second is Liao Xubai, a genius. He has a photographic memory, but he's very arrogant and disdains teaching, because most people are too stupid."

He paused, then said mysteriously, "Teacher Yin ranks third, but his achievement is by no means inferior, because he is the academic genius who is closest to an ordinary person."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that his learning method can be replicated." The bespectacled man gestured excitedly. "First, it's like God is feeding him; we mortals can't learn that."

"Secondly, he has a high IQ, which creates a generation gap between him and ordinary people like us. But Teacher Yin relies on his methods and hard work. If we follow him, we also have a chance to turn our lives around."

"Really...?"

"He substituted for Professor Wen's classes for a week last year. My senior said that his lectures were insightful yet easy to understand and very interesting."

Before he could finish speaking, the classroom door was pushed open.

Yin Siyao wore a long black wool coat with a clean cut, which made her shoulders look particularly straight.

He was wearing a simple white shirt underneath, without a tie, and one button at the collar was undone.

He carried a dark gray laptop bag and walked at a leisurely pace.

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

Yin Siyao walked up to the podium and put down his laptop bag.

Three seconds later, suppressed gasps from the girls rose and fell:

"Oh My God······"

"I knew I'd look handsome, but I never imagined I'd be this handsome!"

"I declare that if I fail this course, it will be my fault, absolutely not the teacher's fault!"

"With that face and that aura, I want to fall in love..."

Yin Siyao turned on his computer and connected it to the projector.

With the movement, the cuffs slid up slightly, revealing a section of fair wrist and a simple black watch.

"Is the class monitor here?"

Yin Siyao raised her head, her voice clear and cold but not stern.

A tall, thin boy in the front row immediately stood up: "Yes, teacher. I'm Chen Jiahui, the class monitor. Shall we take attendance now?"

Yin Siyao glanced around the classroom: "No need. A University is a top-tier university; students who can get in have basic self-discipline. I don't take attendance in my classes."

A sigh of relief filled the classroom, followed by an excited buzz.

A bold girl said, "Teacher, you're so handsome, even if I don't take attendance, no one will skip class."

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

Yin Siyao smiled, the lines at the corners of her eyes softening slightly: "I hope my lectures will live up to your promise not to skip class."

Just as he was about to close the roster, Yin Siyao paused.

"Leng Keyan".

Yin Siyao read out the name, looked up at the audience, and asked, "Are you there?"

The sound didn't change much, but for some reason, the temperature in the classroom seemed to drop by two degrees.

The class monitor immediately turned around, his gaze quickly sweeping across the back row, then whispered to the person next to him, "Where's Leng Keyan?"

A round-faced boy in the back row raised his hand: "Teacher, I'm his dormitory head. Keyan should be here soon."

Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow: "Did you oversleep?"

The dormitory head scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "He went to deliver breakfast to the most beautiful girl in the foreign languages ​​department, so he shouldn't be too late."

The classroom was silent for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"The most beautiful girl in the Foreign Languages ​​Department?"

"Leng Keyan is doing well, she's been sending breakfast for half a month now, hasn't she?"

"No wonder he's been getting up early every day lately; I thought he'd changed his ways."

"Teacher, don't be angry. He'll be on time once he catches up with her."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, and the faint smile on Yin Siyao's face vanished completely.

I lowered my eyes, slid my finger across the touchpad, and the cover image of the PPT appeared on the projector.

An X-ray of a tibial plateau fracture, the white fracture line standing out starkly against the gray background.

"Let's begin class."

The classroom immediately fell silent, with only the sounds of turning pages and opening notebooks remaining.

Yin Siyao didn't just read from the script; his opening remarks were simple: "Today we'll talk about tibial plateau fractures, which are the most common type of knee fracture."

He turned around and wrote a few keywords on the whiteboard, his handwriting strong and vigorous, his strokes clean and crisp.

"Let's look at a case first."

Yin Siyao clicked on the next slide, which contained basic information about a 32-year-old woman.

"Patient, female, 32 years old, professional ballet dancer. Three days ago, she fell from a high platform during rehearsal, landing on her right knee. Chief complaint: severe pain, unable to bear weight."

A murmur rippled through the classroom.

"The physical examination revealed significant swelling in her right knee, a positive patellar tap test, and severely limited range of motion. This is her X-ray."

After speaking, the program switched to the next image, and an X-ray of the knee joint from the front and side appeared on the projection screen.

The plateau that should have been flat at the proximal end of the tibia is now broken into several pieces, with one piece in the middle clearly collapsed.

Yin Siyao pointed to the collapsed area with a laser pointer: "The inner platform is split and collapsed, and the joint surface has collapsed by more than 8 millimeters."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom, "If you were the attending physician, what surgical option would you choose?"

The classroom quieted down; everyone stared at the screen, some flipping through books.

"Traditional open reduction and internal fixation?"

"Arthroscopic-assisted minimally invasive surgery?"

"Should we use supporting steel plates?"

Yin Siyao didn't urge him, but just listened quietly.

Just then, a "Report!" broke everyone's train of thought.

Leng Keyan stood at the door, her voice tinged with obvious panting and urgency.

He was wearing a dark blue hooded sweatshirt, black sweatpants, and carrying a bulging black backpack.

My hair was a bit messy, and a few strands on my forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to my skin.

His cheeks were flushed from running, his chest heaved slightly, and one hand was still holding onto the door frame.

A low chuckle rippled through the classroom.

Yin Siyao raised her head, her gaze lingering on Leng Keyan's face for two seconds, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Go stand at the back of the classroom."

The voice was flat, without any inflection, and contained no blame whatsoever.

Leng Keyan was stunned.

The laughter in the classroom stopped, and everyone was somewhat surprised.

University professors generally don't punish students by making them stand for being late, and they rarely deduct points for their attendance.

"Teacher, I..."

Leng Keyan wanted to explain.

"Stand at the back," Yin Siyao interrupted. "Don't you understand?"

Those light brown eyes looked cold under the fluorescent light, like amber covered with a thin layer of ice.

Leng Keyan pursed her lips, her Adam's apple bobbing, but ultimately she didn't argue further.

He stood against the wall, took out his textbooks and notebooks from his schoolbag, and looked up at the podium.

"Let's continue."

Yin Siyao clicked the mouse, and the PPT turned to the next page. "This is the patient's knee joint CT 3D reconstruction. Notice the collapse of the medial part of the tibial plateau."