The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

"Because you are sick, you must receive treatment."

Mu Jing remained indifferent, like a machine devoid of emotion, as he continued to activate his magic contract.

But all that remained in Wuge's eyes was rage and defiance; she refused to accept the fact that she was "sick."

Meanwhile, in the [Real-world Bullet Comment Section]:

"Holy crap, Night Ward 0!"

"Why does it look like Ling O?"

"This isn't an Omega anime, it's a battle anime!"

The brutal, visceral clashes of blows, the mingling of sweat and blood, the symphony of roars and gasps!

This is not just a contest of skills, but also a battle of wills!

I love it!

"Lock Mirror, your 'doctor' identity doesn't look legitimate at all!"

"A fake doctor!"

"I never dreamed that treatment could be done this way."

"Why is there still a 'kill' storyline?! Did I come to the wrong section?"

Inside the student council office, in a dark room.

The sounds of collisions could be heard intermittently.

But as time went by...

The sounds of collisions gradually subsided.

Sweat streamed down her fair forehead.

A small patch of transparent water spread across the ground, as if commemorating the fierce struggle that had just occurred.

The air was filled with a rich, sweet scent of young girls, the astringent smell of dust, and a faint, almost imperceptible odor of blood.

The Saint Hua Academy uniform was sticky and clinging to Peppa's body, but the unparalleled curve did not make Mu Jing waver in the slightest.

"The first step is to listen to the heart to rule out any abnormal rhythms in the body."

Mu Jing saw that her resistance was negligible.

He then loosened the previous restraining posture and changed his original lying "8" position.

He bent down and gently lifted Wuge into his arms in a princess carry.

The moment I wrapped my arms around her waist.

A heavy, warm touch came from my palm.

Like holding a warm cloud

With a light touch of your fingertips, you can clearly feel the softness of fat and the resilience of muscle.

Soft, warm, and comfortable.

The flow of blood under the skin, the heavy breathing, the hot temperature.

But Wu Ge still refused to give in, using all her remaining strength to twist her body.

Golden pupils were fixed on Mu Jing, filled with ferocity and resistance, as if trying to pierce through him with their gaze.

"Patient Xiaowu, you wouldn't want to receive treatment lying on a dirty floor, would you?"

Mu Jing softened his tone, with a hint of coaxing.

"snort!"

Wuge stopped twisting her body, but the cursing she was spewing didn't stop:

"Don't touch me! You filthy fake doctor."

"Thump—!"

Mu Jing casually placed her on the sofa.

The dull thud of a body hitting a soft cushion mingled with the soft rustling of clothing rubbing together.

Wuge immediately curled up, hugging her knees.

Like a small animal that has built a defensive line, it warily stares at Mu Jing.

"Patient Xiaowu, you don't want to go through that battle again, do you?"

The ground is very dirty.

Mu Jing spoke in a coaxing tone, as if to a child who was tired of playing.

Wu Ge knew she was powerless to resist.

Although he still harbored doubts about Mu Jing's intentions, he had to admit that...

During the confrontation just now, the other party never really overstepped the bounds, nor did they do anything disgusting.

She slowly relaxed her tense body and sat upright on the sofa.

Mu Jing looked at the girl in front of him with satisfaction.

Her fiery long hair was covered in dust, with a few strands clinging to her sweaty forehead.

The legs and wrists were covered with light red marks, and tiny abrasions oozed faint traces of blood.

Even in this disheveled state, her eyes still held a hint of stubbornness, refusing to easily give in.

He stepped forward.

My fingertips were still momentarily submerged.

But he skillfully pushed the m aside again.

→m

The cold metallic touch instantly penetrated Wu Ge's hot skin.

This calmed her chaotic thoughts a little.

So she gave up the physical struggle and turned to verbal abuse:

"You disgusting doctor, you don't think you can cure my illness just by listening to my heart, do you?"

What's the point of listening to a heartbeat?

No matter what you do, my heartbeat remains steady! Perfectly healthy.

Mu Jing remained completely undisturbed by her words, focusing intently on capturing the rhythm in the stethoscope.

Her heart was beating strongly and rhythmically.

"Listen—"

Before Wuge could react, Mujing had already gently placed the stethoscope tube next to her ear.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with me! I'm exactly the same as a normal person! Dr. Jing, you're not going to mistake my heartbeat during that struggle for something abnormal, are you? You can't fool me!"

Wu Ge immediately retorted, her tone full of disdain.

Mu Jing did not respond immediately.

He simply leaned closer to her ear.

Warm lips gently touched the earlobe, carrying the faint scent of exercise, and a soft breath was exhaled.

"Well……"

The sudden, warm breath, carrying the hormones unique to men after exercise, passed through her ear and lingered around the tip of her nose.

Like a tiny feather, it brushed against her most sensitive nerve endings.

Unconsciously, Wu Ge emitted soft, muffled sounds.

"What are you doing?"

Did you think you could get my forgiveness with such a small trick?

You're such a skinny doctor, like a bean sprout, you're completely unattractive. Have you been single your whole life? I'm not sick at all!

Wu Ge suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and humiliated him with the most cutting words.

She believed this was the heaviest blow to a man.

But Mu Jing's breath remained steady, brushing against her earlobe with a consistent frequency.

It brushed against her most sensitive nerve endings like a feather.

An itch spread from deep within the ear canal, as if countless tiny ants were crawling and gnawing inside.

Wu Ge could only bite her lower lip tightly, constantly emitting suppressed groans.

She clenched her fists tightly, desperately resisting the urge to scratch.

She knew that this despicable doctor would take the opportunity to lock her hands and then mock her for being "hypocritical."

"Well……"

After enduring it for a while, the itching intensified, yet strangely, it became relaxing.

—Is this guy even a doctor? How come he feels so comfortable with that itch?

Just as she was lost in thought, Mu Jing's words instantly ignited her anger:

"Hey, Xiaowu, haven't you noticed yet? You seem a bit slow."

Wu Ge's emotions exploded instantly, and he roared.

"You disgusting doctor, you can't say a single nice thing!!!"

"Follow my breathing carefully, listen to your heartbeat."

Mu Jing's tone remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible guiding force.

These words slightly eased Wuge's tense resistance.

She turned her head away, enduring the tingling sensation in her ears and the close proximity of the stethoscope to her cheek, forcing herself to focus on the rhythm in the stethoscope.

"I'm not listening to you, you lousy doctor, nor do I believe I'm sick; I'm just trying it out."

"Huh? Why does it look like..."

"Little Mist, you felt it, didn't you?"

Mu Jing's voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of certainty.

"Could it be that I...?"

Wu Ge's originally angry face turned slightly pale, and her arrogance diminished somewhat.

"Yes, you're sick!!!"

Wu Ge could clearly sense it.

With Mu Jing's breathing rhythm, beneath the strong heartbeat on the surface, there was an extremely faint but unusually regular secondary pulse.

as if--

There is another heart hidden inside her body.

"Therefore, you still need to be observed and receive follow-up treatment."

Mu Jing's words pulled her from her chaotic thoughts back to reality.

She looked up and saw that Mu Jing was already holding a metal object in his hand—

It was extremely ferocious and glaring!

……