On a spring afternoon, sunlight spread silently across Jiangzuo Village.
At the eastern end of the village, inside the clinic, Lin Feng held a pack of dynamite in his hands, staring blankly.
Just this morning, he had been fired without reason by Baikang Hospital in Bincheng City.
According to his labor contract, after half a year of exhausting work as a nurse's aide, today should have been the day his probation ended. Tomorrow, he was supposed to become an official doctor in the department.
Lin Feng couldn't accept the reality. In anger, he rushed back to his village and found this dynamite that was once used for fishing.
Fight it out?
Go down together?
But even as he thought that, his heart was still tangled with other matters:
First, his father was ill and badly needed medicine money that hadn't yet been gathered;
Second, if he perished together with the director, would that count as a tragic victory—or just a meaningless end? If it was to be the last thing he ever did, he wanted it to at least be worth something.
As he wrestled with the thought, his mind spun until hallucinations formed. In his ears, a woman's voice echoed, sometimes near, sometimes far:
"Divine Doctor, don't go to extremes!"
"Divine Doctor, you have nine Senior Sisters!"
"Nine Senior Sisters are here to help you!"
Lin Feng slapped his forehead, forcing the voice out, smiling bitterly:
"Divine Doctor?"
I'm a "Divine Doctor"?
I can't even become a real doctor right now. Please, don't slap me in the face like this.
Nine Senior Sisters coming to help me? Forget it!
I've never even had a master, so where would these Senior Sisters come from?
Just then, a sweet voice sounded from the clinic doorway:
"Xiaofeng, it's you?"
A beautiful young married woman walked in.
Wasn't this Auntie's daughter-in-law, Sister Aiyun?
Tall, slim waist, long legs, skin white as first-winter snow…
"My father is sick, so I'm taking his place today," Lin Feng answered. His gaze was briefly dazzled by the proud curve of her chest, and he quickly looked away.
"Oh! Then I'm lucky today. You're a top graduate of the medical university—your skills must be good!" Sister Aiyun smiled sweetly and winked, her eyes glimmering with charm. She turned back and closed the door.
"The weather's not cold, no need to close the door," Lin Feng reminded.
She only smiled again and even bolted the door!
Lin Feng's heart jumped. Why lock the door?
"Sister-in-law, are you… okay?"
She moved closer, pulled a chair, and sat. "Okay? Hardly! He's been missing almost a year now, no word of life or death…"
Last year, she married Auntie's son, Qiangsheng. Only days after the wedding, he left and never returned.
"Oh, oh…" Lin Feng sighed for her, even feeling a twinge of pity. Such a beautiful woman, yet so unfortunate. Compared to her, his being fired didn't seem so important. "Sister Aiyun, then what are you planning?"
She sighed. "I'm stuck—neither widow nor single… How long can this go on?"
"Then…"
"Xiaofeng, I want to leave."
"Go back to your family?"
"No, I want to go to the city to work, clear my head." She slid her chair closer, leaning toward him. "Xiaofeng, when I saw you return, I followed. I want you… to help me find a job in the city."
Find her a job? Work in the city?
With her delicate beauty, how could she handle such labor? Within months, it would wrinkle her face!
"Sister-in-law, working is hard…"
"But…" she hesitated, staring into his eyes, slowly laying her pale hand on his. Her voice softened. "I just want someone to talk to. Xiaofeng, I've thought about this for so long."
Her palm was damp with sweat. Lin Feng quickly tried to change the subject: "Sister-in-law, are you here for medicine or consultation?"
Her face flushed, her eyes glowing with feminine shyness. Biting her lip, she pointed at her belly, whispering:
"Xiaofeng, my stomach feels unwell… touch it for me."
Lin Feng froze.
Touch her stomach?
Touch Sister Aiyun's stomach?
No way.
Absolutely not!
In the villagers' eyes, she was practically a widow. If he touched her, and someone saw, gossip would drown him.
"How many days?" Lin Feng asked.
"Over half a month."
"Then you should go to the county hospital for a CT. If there's a problem, it needs urgent treatment."
She pouted, glaring. "So you really don't want to touch?"
"It's not that I don't want to…" Lin Feng stammered. "I do, but touching alone won't diagnose anything!"
"Then I'll just stay here and not leave!"
She crossed one long leg, swinging it lightly, eyes glancing sideways at him with a mocking smile.
Lin Feng leaned back, arms crossed, staring at her without backing down.
The two confronted each other silently.
A whole minute passed.
Seeing him unmoved, Sister Aiyun's face filled with charming anger. One by one, she unbuttoned her blouse, straightened, and revealed her flat stomach. Tilting her head, she asked coyly: "Xiaofeng, will you touch it or not?"
She was clearly determined.
Lin Feng sighed helplessly. Forget it, better check quickly and send her away.
He glared at her once, then stood and leaned down for a glance.
That glance made his cheeks burn. Her skin was too white, unbearable to look at.
"Hurry, my belly feels so cold!" Sister Aiyun urged nervously.
Helpless, Lin Feng steadied himself. After all, he had studied gynecology. He inhaled deeply, reached out, and pressed a finger lightly on her skin.
But when he lifted his finger, he froze.
What happenned?
On her skin appeared a fingerprint—
A purplish-red fingerprint!
No, impossible! He hadn't used any strength. How could this be?