"No, no, absolute not!"Jiang Yan's voice was tense, edged with suppressed anger.
"I won't shortchanged you!"Fu Kangwei's voice was dry and urgent, almost frantic.
"Let go, or I'll call for help!"Jiang Yan raised her voice.
"Heh, you're a widow. Call all you want—if the neighbors hear, they'll only think you couldn't endure loneliness and were trying to seduce a man… Stop pretending. You're sweating already, wanting it this badly—why torment yourself?"
"Get out!" Jiang Yan shouted.
"Get out? Fine, I'll get out," Fu Kangwei's voice was wicked, "after I've rolled on the bed! Haha, I've got a steel gun here—every female doctor and nurse in the hospital praises me. Come, beauty, I'll show you I'm far better than that brat surnamed Jiang…"
So that old bastard was targeting Sister Yan!
Lin Feng yanked the door open—it hadn't been locked—and strode inside.
He saw Jiang Yan sprawled on the floor, her blouse torn open, revealing pale skin. Fu Kangwei's obese body pinned her down, his hands gripping her wrists tightly, his piggish head burrowing toward her chest…
"Bastard!"
With a roar, Lin Feng charged forward!
He kicked hard at the back of Fu Kangwei's neck.
"Ugh…" Fu Kangwei groaned, his body lurching sideways, collapsing to the ground.
Another kick flipped him off Jiang Yan.
Another kick—crack!—snapped his arm, bending his wrist into a grotesque angle.
Another savage stomp shattered the broken bone into fragments!
Then Lin Feng struck again, this time at his groin—A crippling blow!
That kick, fueled with hatred and fury, ensured Fu Kangwei would never commit such crimes again.
Blood seeped through his trousers. He fainted in agony.
Lin Feng quickly grabbed Jiang Yan's hand. "Sister Yan…"
Her face pale, Jiang Yan sat up. She glanced at Fu Kangwei, still trembling, then clung to Lin Feng's arm like a helpless girl. "Xiaofeng!"
Tears rolled down her delicate face.
Lin Feng helped her onto the sofa. Their eyes met. Slowly, Jiang Yan leaned her head onto his shoulder, eyes closed.
They stayed like that for a long while. Lin Feng gently stroked her shoulder and waist before finally asking:"Sister Yan, are you alright?"
Before she could answer, Fu Kangwei stirred from unconsciousness. Seeing that his attacker was Lin Feng—the one recently fired—he knew staying meant death. Supporting his broken arm, he staggered toward the door, shouting:"Jiang Yan, let me tell you—there isn't a nurse I can't take! You filthy widow, I was doing you a favor. Dare to play the virgin? You want to ruin my job at Baikang? You'll have to kneel and beg!"
"I'll kill you!"
Enraged, Lin Feng leapt up, grabbed a flowerpot, and swung at Fu Kangwei's head.
Jiang Yan hurriedly pulled him back. "Forget it, forget it—he didn't succeed."
"You're ruthless, truly ruthless…" Terrified Lin Feng would smash his skull, Fu Kangwei fled limping into the elevator.
Jiang Yan shut the door, leaned against it, and gasped for breath.
"Sister Yan…" Lin Feng glimpsed her heaving chest, her blouse still open, the view dangerously alluring. His heart tensed, and he quickly turned away. "You'd better change your clothes."
Startled, Jiang Yan realized her state. Flushing, she rushed to the wardrobe, grabbed fresh clothes, and changed. She touched up her lipstick and powder in front of the mirror before finally relaxing.
Seeing Lin Feng obediently facing the window, she chuckled. "Blockhead! You can turn around now."
When Lin Feng turned, he felt as if a breeze brushed his face, carrying faint fragrance.
She wore a light yellow fitted blouse, semi-transparent, her slender figure perfectly outlined—curves natural and irresistible, hips and waist in flawless balance, the very picture of a beautiful young widow.
"You're amazing! If I hadn't stopped you, would you really have smashed his head with that flowerpot?" she asked, eyes full of admiration.
"Maybe… But I'm worried. I hit Fu Kangwei—he might give you trouble."
"I'm not afraid of his revenge. If it gets unbearable, I'll just resign. Alright, you watch some TV, I'll make dinner."
She walked into the kitchen. Before long, the sounds of cooking rang out. Soon she brought two dishes: stir-fried shrimp with melon and nuts, and spiced beef with chili, along with steaming steamed rolls and a small bowl of vermicelli, white fungus, and egg soup.
"Eat quickly. After this, I have to work the night shift."
She placed several shrimp in his plate. "These are tempura shrimp. I bought them specially for you yesterday."
Lin Feng had never eaten shrimp before. His first taste was delicious.
Jiang Yan watched him eat, smiling, until tears welled up. Choking, she said:"You never allow yourself good food. Now you must eat more."
"Sister Yan, don't cry. I'm eating…" Lin Feng said, nearly tearing up himself, bowing his head.
After a while, he asked: "Sister Yan, I'm eating and living here… I feel bad."
She tapped her chopsticks on the plate, pouting. "Don't be silly. I'm not stingy with food. Just stay here until you find a job."
"Sister Yan, I feel uneasy. Can I at least help with chores?"
"No need! Can you even cook or wash clothes? What you must do is focus on job hunting—"
But mid-sentence, her body stiffened, face turning pale, eyes blank, lips trembling without sound.
"Sister Yan!" Lin Feng dropped his chopsticks and grabbed her wrist to feel her pulse.
The pulse was weak, threadlike, fading in and out…
"What's wrong with you?" He shook her shoulders, calling loudly.
Jiang Yan's eyes fixed on him. She pointed weakly at her chest.
Lin Feng pressed his hand there.No good—her heartbeat was unstable, below thirty beats per minute!
What to do?
He suddenly recalled an ancient method for treating heart attacks he once read about in university.
Closing his eyes, he focused his energy into his finger. Tap-tap-tap—nine strikes around the heart.
Each spot reddened at his touch, forming a pattern like a "Nine-Curved Galaxy."
Then he massaged her chest with his palm.Nine clockwise circles to open the heart meridian;Nine counterclockwise circles to traverse the lung meridian.
After eighteen cycles, he exhaled heavily. Checking her pulse again—Steady and strong. Her heartbeat had returned to normal.
Only then did he relax.
Since she was safe, he needed to cover her up quickly. If she suddenly woke and saw herself exposed, she would surely be furious.
He gently lifted her blouse and tried to fasten the buttons. But out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her belt had come loose.
Surely just an accident. Still, if she woke now, she might think he had done something improper.
As he went to fasten it, he spotted a dark mole on her waist.Very obvious, darker even than Aiyun's red fingerprint.
Hmm…Could he try the golden finger?Could it remove this mole?
"Please don't wake up now, Sister Yan," he prayed silently.
With anxious care, he pressed and rubbed the mole with his golden finger.
A miracle!The mole vanished completely, leaving smooth, flawless skin.
So the golden finger could not only strike people, but also remove moles and blemishes?
This skill… could it be his way to make a living?
Excited, he rubbed his temples, wanting to go further—why not help her completely, removing every scar, spot, or birthmark?
But after rubbing, he suddenly noticed something odd.
Jiang Yan's body was becoming transparent!
Was it an illusion?
He raised his hand—he could clearly see his bones, muscles, and blood vessels.
My god—x-ray vision?
If he could see through, wasn't this incredible? Gambling stones, appraising antiques, diagnosing patients—he could even perform CT scans with his eyes!
He quickly looked around.Wardrobe—opaque.Floor—opaque.Vase—opaque.Clothes—opaque…
So, no "dirty thoughts." His power worked only for medical purposes.
Though disappointed, he grew excited again.Be content, Lin Feng! With this, he could serve as a walking CT machine. In hospitals, every scan costs thousands. With his eye, he could surely make a living!
Testing further, he found a pattern: rub his temples, and the vision appeared; rub again, and it vanished.
Convenient indeed!
"What are you pressing your temples for?"
At some point, Jiang Yan had woken. She saw his strange actions and asked curiously.