After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Qin Zhou composed himself, patted the back of her hand, and continued to observe the needle placement.

However, the veins were too thin, and it took two attempts to barely see their location.

Wipe with a sterile cotton swab, align the needle tip, and insert it.

No health was restored.

Ruan Tang pulled her hand back, and was startled awake from her deep sleep for a moment.

She hummed softly, a delicate, gentle sound, like the warbling of a nightingale, tinged with a hint of sobbing, that it drifted gently through the quiet room.

It was just a short sound, but it was enough to make half of your body go numb.

Qin Zhou, being a man, felt a slight tingling sensation down his spine as he listened.

He didn't dare to look up and quickly changed position to find a new vein.

Si Lin's brows were furrowed tightly.

Ruan Tang pulled her hand away again, her wrist struggling in his palm, and a soft, tender cry escaped her lips.

She instinctively buried her face in the pillow, tears streaming down her face.

"Will you use acupuncture?" Si Lin coldly glanced at Qin Zhou.

Qin Zhou quickly lowered his head, "Young Master Si, this young lady's veins are too thin, we can't puncture them accurately the first time, we need to find a better spot."

Si Lin was too lazy to argue with him.

Fearing that she would burn herself if it dragged on too long, he personally went to the bedside and sat down, pressing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her wrist, fixing her arm to the bed.

"Hurry, I'll hold her down."

Qin Zhou changed his position again.

Si Lin placed his palm on the back of her hand, and she trembled in his palm.

The needle was inserted again, but there was still no blood return. Qin Zhou had no choice but to adjust the angle of the needle and look for that thin vein.

Si Lin suddenly felt that the small silver needles were somewhat terrifying.

Her hands were also beautiful, with delicate skin and fine veins, like a work of art.

But now that needle is stuck inside, and it's being pulled out and put back in repeatedly, which is quite unsettling to look at.

The needle was embedded in the back of her hand. With each adjustment, she trembled, let out a soft, weak moan, shook her head and tried to pull her hand away, but the man held her down so she couldn't move.

Ruan Tang's toes curled up in the thin blanket, looking utterly aggrieved.

After much difficulty, I finally found the right spot and managed to recover my health.

Qin Zhou let out a long breath, secured the needle with tape, adjusted the drip rate, and a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

Si Lin unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the girl, who was delirious with fever and crying, he gained a new understanding of her frail health.

They are small and have delicate skin, making them fragile.

only……

Si Lin shifted his gaze downwards.

Her breasts were indeed shapely, and her buttocks were pert; she was blessed with natural advantages, the only two things that weren't small.

"By the way," Si Lin said, "did you bring any contraceptives?"

Qin Zhou was packing up the equipment when he paused. "Yes, we do, but this young lady might..."

No need.

Si Lin was displeased. "Just say what you have to say."

Qin Zhou carefully considered his words, "The instrument analysis just now showed that this young lady was born prematurely and has an unstable congenital foundation."

"Besides being weak and prone to illness, it may also be more difficult for her to conceive."

Si Lin was taken aback. He turned his head to look at Ruan Tang on the bed.

She probably doesn't know that she has difficulty conceiving.

He asked, "Can it be treated with recuperation?"

"Young master, the foundation is the most difficult to improve. Western medicine is not the right treatment. It is best to use traditional Chinese medicine to nourish it slowly."

"But the process is very long, requiring rare medicinal herbs that have been aged for a long time, and you have to remember the time and order in which you take the medicine, and you can't mess it up even once."

"Moreover, everyone's constitution is different, so the treatment methods are also different, and regular check-ups and adjustments are necessary."

Si Lin listened for a moment and found it troublesome.

He didn't want to get too involved in the affairs of an ordinary citizen.

"Never mind," he said. "You can leave now."

Qin Zhou glanced at him, then at Ruan Tang on the bed, and added tactfully, "Then, young master, contraceptive medicine..."

"No."

Qin Zhou nodded, packed up the first-aid kit, and turned to walk towards the door.

As he closed the door, he couldn't help but subconsciously turn around and glance at the bed from afar.

But unexpectedly, it was such a fleeting and stunning glimpse.

Her skin was snow-white, her profile exquisite, her lips tender red, and even in her drowsy state, she possessed a captivating charm that was impossible to look away from.

She was even more breathtakingly beautiful than I had imagined, with an ethereal and jade-like appearance.

Qin Zhou quickly looked away, closed the door, and left.

In the corridor of the student union building, Qin Zhou had just closed the door to the lounge when he bumped into someone.

Wen Yan stood in the corridor, holding a document in his hand.

"Dr. Qin?" Wen Yan glanced at the medical kit in his hand. "Is Si Lin sick?"

Qin Zhou lowered his head and replied, his tone impeccable, "Young Master Wen, I just came here for a routine check-up. Young Master Si is fine."

Wen Yan looked at him for a moment, smiled, and did not ask who was in the way.

Qin Zhou carried the suitcase and walked quickly toward the elevator.

The affairs between these chaebol heirs are not something a doctor like him should meddle in.

He was merely a subordinate who obeyed orders; even saying a few extra words would be considered overstepping his bounds.

The door to the lounge happened to open from the inside.

Si Lin came out, now wearing a clean, dark gray shirt.

He saw Wen Yan standing at the door, and paused for a moment.

"Why are you here?"

"The student council has some documents that need your signature." Wen Yan waved the folder in his hand, his gaze sweeping over Si Lin's shoulder and across the lounge.

"The doctor just came by. What happened?" Wen Yan asked casually.

Si Lin leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest.

He knew that Wen Yan had feelings for Ruan Tang, and Ruan Tang treated Wen Yan better than she treated him.

Although he never minded playing with Wen Yan.

Just like those women before, Pei Heng had played with them for him, and he had played with them for Wen Yan. Taking turns hunting for women was a common occurrence for him.

But this one is proving to be a bit tricky for him.

That was a dilemma I had never faced before.

He couldn't figure it out for a while, and could only attribute it to the fact that it was the first time he had eaten the grass near his nest, and the girl was an extremely beautiful woman, which made him inexplicably have the idea of ​​possessing her.

Si Lin had no intention of lying; it was just a small matter, not something he would cover up.

He said directly, "It's Ruan Tang who has a fever."

Wen Yan's smile paused for a very brief moment before returning to normal.

"You two spent the whole afternoon together?"

Si Lin nodded.

Wen Yan looked into the lounge. The maid had packed up the pleated skirt that was about to be washed and placed it quietly in a bag, next to a school uniform jacket.

He recognized the clothes; it was a special edition school uniform.

At the school anniversary celebration today, Ruan Tang was wearing it and sitting in the second row. She was amused by his wink and turned her face away.

Their clothes got dirty, and the two of them, alone together for an afternoon, developed fevers again.

Some things become quite clear.

Wen Yan looked away, smiled indifferently, and said, "It's okay, we've been together before..."

"She's my secretary. This was just an accident," Si Lin interrupted him, her voice colder than usual.

"For now, don't even think about pursuing her."

"If word gets out that the deacon and the secretary are having an affair, it won't do the deacon group any good for their reputation."

Wen Yan stared at him for a moment.

Si Lin's demeanor was nonchalant, as if he truly only cared about fame.

"Okay." Wen Yan handed him the folder. "The documents are here. Sign them yourself."

Si Lin took the document.

Wen Yan turned and walked to the other end of the corridor.

He pushed open the door to his lounge and glanced back.

Si Lin has disappeared.

He went into his room, closed the door, took off his silver-rimmed glasses, and slowly wiped them in his hand.

Is Si Lin possessive of Ruan Tang?

He hadn't touched a woman for a year, but he made an exception and slept with the type he never touched before.

A virgin, a commoner, and a laywoman.

His three rules are well-known in the industry.

But today, were all the wounds inflicted on Ruan Tang?

Really interesting.

He was initially attracted to Ruan Tang's beauty; after all, her face was indeed pretty, her figure was good, and her voice was soft and sweet.

He assumed that Si Lin was just like him, only lusting after someone's looks, and would discard them once she got tired of them.

But judging from Si Lin's reaction just now, he's actually started to guard his food.

Wen Yan put his glasses back on, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He held it up to the light, and a cryptic smile slowly spread across his lips.

He might not be as good as Si Lin in other aspects, but when it comes to women, he believes he is better at coaxing them than Si Lin.

He was somewhat tempted to compete with Si Lin, who was now serious.

The new game seems more fun.