The Young Urban Doctor

The students in this church building were all from the medical school, and without exception, every classroom erupted into chaos.

Both male and female students were utterly captivated and shocked by the woman’s grace. Many were taking photos with their phones, and some audacious students, disregarding the ongoing class, ran to the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the goddess’s beauty.

Ouyang Feifei’s height of over one meter seventy, her indescribably noble aura, features more refined than those of surgical-enhanced Korean beauties, and a queen-like presence had instantly conquered the hearts of many hormone-fueled young men.

“Oh, for crying out loud, I finally understand what a true goddess is!” exclaimed a love-struck sophomore, looking up to the heavens.

“I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight; oh my, is she a student at our school? I’ve never seen her before. She’s truly a goddess, no, a queen. I feel I’m sinking, beyond saving. What should I do? I must pursue her.”

“My goodness, can there truly be such a beautiful girl in this world? This old teacher is seeing such a beauty for the first time,” a professor, who was teaching College Chinese, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly upon seeing Ouyang Feifei’s effortless stroll, “I now understand the phrase ‘a beauty that can overthrow cities and realms’. One look can captivate a city, another look can captivate a nation…”

“She seems even more beautiful than the campus belle, Yang Qingyin. Look at her demeanor; she really is like a princess, no, she is a queen.”

…

Sitting next to Luo Ziling, Cao Jianhui was also slack-jawed with admiration, “Where did this beauty come from? I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight again. Boss, don’t compete with me for her this time. If you do, I’ll fight you for her. Eh, why does she look a bit familiar? Where have I seen her before?”

“A movie star?” Li Fuming joined in the teasing, “She seems like the actress from a TV show, but I forgot her name. Do you know?” he asked Wu Longjiang.

“I also find her a bit familiar, but I can’t recall who she is. She’s too pretty. Do you know who she is?” Wu Longjiang asked Luo Ziling.

Luo Ziling blushed with embarrassment. Ignoring the few guys around him and the teacher, who had lost the will to teach and declared the class over, he dashed out of the classroom. He didn’t go directly to look for Ouyang Feifei but instead waited for her up ahead.

However, his little maneuver was futile, as many students who had finished classes were already secretly watching Ouyang Feifei from a distance.

Although nobody dared to brave Ouyang Feifei’s formidable aura by approaching her to explore her beauty or to greet her, a large group of hormone-fueled boys hid their bashful hearts and watched from not too far away, using their phones to take pictures or their eyes to witness the full extent of this beautiful woman’s charm.

“Why are you here?” When he saw Ouyang Feifei walking toward him, Luo Ziling went up to meet her, his face slightly red and asked somewhat shyly, “Are you looking for your sister?”

“I came for you. I heard you were stabbed,” Ouyang Feifei said, looking at Luo Ziling, who appeared quite nervous, and she revealed a slight smile, “I only found out about it last night and immediately took a flight back. How’s your injury?”

Upon hearing that Ouyang Feifei had rushed back from out of town to see him, Luo Ziling was deeply touched, his awkwardness vanished, and he sincerely thanked her, “Thank you for coming to see me. I’m fine now.”

“Why didn’t you go to the hospital?” Ouyang Feifei stood face to face with Luo Ziling, her tone carrying a hint of reproach, “You should have rested for a couple of days after getting hurt. I thought you were in some hospital; I didn’t expect to find you at school. Fortunately, Huihui told me where you were, or else I wouldn’t have been able to find you.”

“I lost my phone,” Luo Ziling said dejectedly, “I only realized it when your sister asked about me.”

“When I called you just now, it was Yang Qingyin who answered,” Ouyang Feifei looked at Luo Ziling with a smile that was not quite a smile.

For some reason, seeing Luo Ziling’s embarrassed state in front of her, Ouyang Feifei felt an unusual sensation in her heart.

This young man, with his reserved and bashful demeanor, was very comforting to watch, and she couldn’t help wanting to take a few more glances.

But thinking back to the awkward moment when she made the call, she felt quite downhearted.

After Yang Qingyin answered the call, she directly explained the situation, saying Luo Ziling had left his phone with her and asked if Ouyang Feifei was looking for him for any particular reason. Ouyang Feifei, who had not expected Yang Qingyin to answer the call, suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Yang Qingyin proactively described Luo Ziling’s injury and his condition after treating himself, and then told Ouyang Feifei that they had lunch together at noon. She had bought lunch for him because she was afraid it would be inconvenient for Luo Ziling to eat by himself. She just hadn’t expected that his phone, which he had put in his pocket, would fall out and go unnoticed.

Yang Qingyin politely asked Ouyang Feifei if there was anything she needed from Luo Ziling, and if it wasn’t urgent, she could pass on the message.

After a slight embarrassment, Ouyang Feifei came to her senses too and said she had just learned about Luo Ziling’s injury and wanted to go check on him to understand the situation.

However, she did not mention wanting to visit the school; she simply said she would contact Luo Ziling through Ouyang Huihui.

“I didn’t know where my phone had gone when we ate lunch together; it turns out she picked it up. I’ll go get it back from her in a little while,” Luo Ziling said with an awkward smile before asking Ouyang Feifei, “How did you know I was having a class here?”

“If you want to know, you’ll know,” Ouyang Feifei said with a light smile.

“Your arrival has caused a sensation in the teaching building. Everyone thought it was a queen coming down or a princess arriving,” Luo Ziling said, his face turning red as he pointed at the students sneaking glances or taking covert photos, “Look, everyone is watching you.”

“You don’t mind walking with me, do you?” Ouyang Feifei didn’t pay attention to Luo Ziling’s hint or those onlookers. “I had Wang Qing inquire about this case. The police haven’t found any useful clues. I’ll personally pay attention to it in the hope of finding the perpetrator behind the scenes. Can you tell me about the situation when the incident occurred? Oh, and are your injuries really not a problem anymore?”

In the past, Ouyang Feifei was sparing with her words, which made Luo Ziling feel that this woman was very cold; thus, he stayed away from her out of respect.

Ouyang Feifei noticed this and immediately made a change.

In front of Luo Ziling, she was no longer that reserved and reticent figure, and she even smiled.

Of course, in front of others, she still valued her words like gold and rarely showed a smiling face.

Ouyang Feifei personally came to see him, disregarding the crowd around them, standing with him, and asking about his injuries with such concern, even expressing her intention to follow up on the case progression. Luo Ziling was touched. Without much hesitation, he briefly described what had happened at the time.

“Someone’s trying to fish in troubled waters,” Ouyang Feifei said softly after listening.