The Young Urban Doctor

Translator: 549690339

“My legs are so sore from walking,” Yang Qingyin couldn’t help but pout as they left the Western restaurant. “Today we almost hit 20,000 steps.”

“We did walk a lot,” Luo Ziling felt a bit embarrassed, but quickly praised her, “You did well today, you didn’t get tired like last time at the Summer Palace.”

“You got off easy, not having to carry your porter!” Yang Qingyin’s face was slightly red.

“Shall I carry you back to the school?”

“No thanks,” Yang Qingyin quickly shook her head in refusal and immediately cracked a joke, “I feel much better after resting for a while. Just, my legs will definitely be sore tomorrow. If I can’t walk, you’ll be responsible.”

“How about I massage them for you, guarantee you won’t feel sore?”

Yang Qingyin hesitated for a moment, but still declined, “Forget it, if I can’t get out of bed tomorrow, you can think of a way to make it up to me then. It’s getting late, let’s go back and rest!”

“Hmm,” Luo Ziling also agreed.

They didn’t hold hands any longer as they had reached near the school, and there were many students coming and going, both feeling a bit shy.

They didn’t enter through the main gate but took a side entrance instead.

Not many people used this side entrance because it was quiet, and the streetlights were a bit dim and eerie, making many people afraid to walk this way. It was Yang Qingyin’s first time taking this gate; she never dared to go in this direction before, but with Luo Ziling by her side, she didn’t worry at all.

Ever since she found out that Luo Ziling had kicked the members of the Martial Arts Team into the pool last time, Yang Qingyin understood just how skilled Luo Ziling was.

She had seen capable people before, and when she was in school, she even had people protecting her covertly. But none of those skilled people, nor those who protected her, were as impressive as Luo Ziling.

For this reason, when she went out with Luo Ziling, she did not allow the people who protected her covertly to follow.

With Luo Ziling by her side, she subconsciously believed safety would never be an issue.

As they walked through the side entrance and into the school, they barely met anyone because the lighting was dim, and those they encountered didn’t recognize them. When they reached the girls’ dormitory building, they hadn’t run into any trouble.

Yang Qingyin wasn’t in a hurry to go up, but stood still under a large tree with Luo Ziling.

“Shall we head up the stairs?” Luo Ziling whispered to Yang Qingyin standing in front of him.

“What, if I can’t go up, you’ll carry me?” Yang Qingyin looked playfully at Luo Ziling, her eyes gleaming with a bright twinkle in the dark.

“If you’re willing, I’d be happy to oblige,” Luo Ziling chuckled. “I can carry you with one arm and scale to your fifth floor in one minute.”

“You’re just bragging,” Yang Qingyin pointed at the sky, “See that cloud there? It looks like a bull, probably blown there by your boast.”

“Don’t believe me? Want to try?” Luo Ziling laughed heartily. “Your tiny frame doesn’t weigh a hundred pounds, I can lift two of you with one hand!”

“Hey, you’re underestimating me too much, what ‘tiny frame’?” Yang Qingyin protested at once. “I’m over a hundred pounds, and not many girls are taller than me, so how can you say I have a tiny frame?”

“Anyway, you’re not as tall as me, not as heavy as me!” In the darkness, Luo Ziling sized up Yang Qingyin from head to toe, still stating quite firmly, “It’s a tiny frame!”

Yang Qingyin wasn’t as physically developed, and she appeared slightly slender compared to Ouyang Feifei and Ouyang Huihui, who were quite voluptuous women.

Lin Lan was even more so, with a bust size that surpassed the Ouyang sisters’, perhaps due to regular exercise.

Luo Ziling didn’t know how to express women’s bust sizes, nor did he understand the difference between ABC cups, but he could still roughly gauge the fullness by looking at the height of a woman’s chest.

He rarely paid special attention to Yang Qingyin’s figure; in his eyes, Yang Qingyin was pretty perfect in every way.

Yang Qingyin’s body hadn’t developed very well, the skinny type, and Luo Ziling thought it was related to her constitution, a bit too delicate.

But Yang Qingyin’s delicateness didn’t make one feel anything was lacking. When you saw her, you wouldn’t intentionally focus on whether her chest was full or her legs were long. The overall impression she gave was perfection, a goddess without deficits, with an outstanding overall temperament.

Luo Ziling only glanced briefly at her chest when teasing Yang Qingyin about her small frame, but he quickly looked away.

“Alright, let’s just say I do have a small frame,” Yang Qingyin didn’t argue with Luo Ziling and, after smiling at him again, said softly, “Then I’m going up, my little body needs a bath, followed by a good night’s sleep. Next, I will follow your instructions to nurture myself, endeavoring to treat myself until I’m healthy and fit, to save me from being the constant butt of your jokes.”

“I’m not mocking you, I just hope you can be healthy and beautiful,” Luo Ziling said, suppressing his laughter, “Autumn and winter require even better care. If I’m not mistaken, your hands and feet become icy cold in winter, and you hate the cold very much, not necessarily sleeping warmly under the covers at night. Right?”

“Yes!” Yang Qingyin acknowledged openly, “I’ve taken some Chinese medicines for this, and seen some famous doctors, but nothing worked!”

“Leave it to me, I will definitely cure you this winter!”

“Really?” Yang Qingyin asked with a bit of surprise, then playfully questioned, “And what if you can’t do it?”

“If I can’t do it?” Luo Ziling’s eyes spun around before he blurted out, “Then I might as well warm the bed for you. My body is very warm, I can definitely keep your hands and feet warm, heating up your bed!”

The darkness gave him immense courage, and he dared to say such a flirtatiously suggestive remark.

“You’re picking on me again, I won’t talk to you anymore!” Yang Qingyin blushed hugely at Luo Ziling’s words, but luckily it was too dark to see. She glared at Luo Ziling indignantly and turned to leave.

Luo Ziling immediately knew he had said something wrong, but in his urgency, he didn’t know how to explain.

After taking a few steps, Yang Qingyin stopped, smiled at Luo Ziling and said, “Plan the National Day outing well!”

With that, she didn’t wait for Luo Ziling to reply and scurried away.

Luo Ziling only saw the sparkly eyes as she turned around.

Hearing her last words, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but beam with joy.

“Have you decided where to go play?” he immediately texted Yang Qingyin.

“You’re the guy, and you promised to teach me horseback riding,” Yang Qingyin replied promptly.

“Then I’ll head back and make a solid plan, you’ll be satisfied!”

But his message only earned a rolling eyes emoji from Yang Qingyin.

He returned to his dorm room still in high spirits, where the other three guys were again playing cards.

Just like the last time he had returned, all three faces were covered in white paper slips, with Cao Jianhui having the most.

As soon as they saw Luo Ziling come back, Cao Jianhui immediately threw down his cards and wiped off the paper strips from his face, “Enough, I’m not playing anymore. Let’s start criticizing the Boss.”

“Every day you go out with women, but you don’t share the highs and lows with us,” Li Fuming also dropped his cards, coming over menacingly, “Spill the beans!”

“Who’s that beautiful woman driving the Hummer?” Wu Longjiang banged the table fiercely, demanding Luo Ziling to come clean, “If you don’t confess, today we’ll revoke your room residency!”

Stunned by Wu Longjiang’s interrogation, Luo Ziling was momentarily at a loss.

Someone had seen him riding in Lin Lan’s car, it seemed there would be another uproar.