CH 121.2

In the live broadcast room.

[Tsk, tsk, tsk. God Xin is afraid of pain? His fist penetrated flesh when he punched the monster earlier, and it looked like it would hurt, but he didn’t even blink.]

[Is God Xin acting? Oh, my God, I get it! This is fun, guys.]

[Isn’t this the legendary examination room play? An ascetic doctor vs. a well-behaved little patient, who wouldn’t say YYDS after watching this?]

[Hiss, damn it, you’re right.]

[Is this an examination? Can it still be called that? I saw through the doctor when he examined the mouth earlier. The doctor really wanted to kiss the patient’s lips and barely held back; why is he pretending?

[Hahahaha, this is called brewing. God Xin is also clearly enjoying it. Do you think he can accept getting tied up given his strength?]

[Tsk, tsk, tsk. I understand your schemes, and you understand my non-existent resistance. Is this the kind of relationship that big bosses have? Why do I love it?]

[Hehehe, I love it too. It’s fragrant, isn’t it? It’s obviously the same two each time, but it looks like we have chased several CPs. Every copy is a new experience, which is not bad. I’m having a great time catching up on the drama.]

[I’ve checked the mouth and eyes; what will I check next? Rubbing my hands together with excitement.]

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On the screen, the ascetic man gently used his fingers to wipe off the teardrops from the corners of the young man’s eyes. “Your heartbeat seems a little fast; I’ll take your ECG.”

The slender fingers landed on the hem of the half-sleeve shirt and gently lifted it up.

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The screen in the live broadcast room suddenly flickered, then went black.

[Fuck!! Why is it blocked again? I thought the system could finally be a human being for once, but I was thinking too highly of it.]

[I just saw a little bit of the clothing get lifted, and then nothing! Wuu wuu!]

[We’re all adults, we’re all clearing copies, why treat us like outsiders?]

[We have watched God Xin climb up to the 185th floor, so we can be called in-laws, and there is nothing wrong with a family caring about their children’s health. There is no reason for not letting us watch!]

[…upstairs you really…you have mastered the art of words.]

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After lifting the shirt to Bai Lixin’s chest, Dijia took out a bottle with a shower head-type nozzle from the toolbox next to him.

“First, I’ll check your internal organs for tumors, and so on. This is a guiding fluid, it’s a little cold, but bear with it.”

The cold guiding fluid was suddenly applied to Bai Lixin’s chest, causing Bai Lixin to shiver physically.

The doctor was so kind that he personally helped Bai Lixin smooth it out for fear that the fluid wouldn’t be evenly distributed.

The strong fingers felt smooth to the touch, and just as Dijia was carefully applying it, his eyes swept over a spot and his fingers paused.

His fingers slid over and landed on Bai Lixin’s collarbone, and the doctor’s gentle voice carried a bit of coldness, “What is this?”

Bai Lixin’s chest heaved up and down, and he hurriedly said, “I went to bed last night and woke up with it.”

“Went to bed and woke up with it?” An image of a white haired young man suddenly floated into Dijia’s mind. He quickly lifted the shirt and found that the red marks were also present on the back; the dozen large and small marks looked like ripe strawberries.

The light overhead flickered, and an eerie gust of wind blew through the closed examination room.

The wind blew and rattled the doctor’s white coat; the papers on the desk made a rustling sound, and the medical equipment placed in the corner made a clattering sound.

The doctor’s face was tense, his dark eyes staring at the red marks with gloom, as if he were an evil spirit that could easily plunge one into an endless abyss.

A square tray standing in the corner wobbled and fell, heading straight for Bai Lixin’s face.

Just as the tray was about to land on Bai Lixin’s face, a large hand grabbed it quickly and put it back on the shelf.

The wind around them suddenly stopped, and the overhead lights returned to normal.

When the lights came back on, the doctor still had the same serious, earnest face, as if the evil ghost from earlier was just an illusion in the darkness.

He looked down at the bewildered and helpless young man and said, “Did you sleep with that white-haired boy? Did he do it to you while you were sleeping?”

How dare Bai Lixin say he did? He was not stupid and wanted to live a few more days.

He blinked and looked innocent. “No, I guess I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as the light was turned off. I slept until dawn.”

The doctor was silent for two seconds before continuing, “Did you feel dizzy at the time? Did you smell anything pungent? Did you wake up in the middle of the night?”

Bai Lixin said, “I was a little dizzy moments before, and I fell asleep immediately. I didn’t smell anything pungent, and I didn’t wake up in between.”

I just don’t know.

Anyway, I don’t know anything; I’m really innocent.

The doctor took a deep breath and took out alcohol and cotton balls from the toolbox, saying, “From what I’ve noticed, you were bitten by insects. It seems that you have a lot of insects in your dormitory. I’ll first disinfect it for you, then give you medicine to put on your bedside.”

“That mosquito will not disturb you again.” The doctor said through gritted teeth.

How could Bai Lixin dare mouth a retort?

He didn’t dare say a word.

‘One Dijia is already more than a handful.

Could I trouble you to PK yourselves in this struggle of yours?

I’m the one who’ll get hurt in your shura field!

Hateful!’