Time, like the heart of a newly pregnant girl uncertain of her child’s father, held a flicker of hope but mostly fear.

Er Yue Feng lay stiffly on the bed, his expression stern as he lectured the so-called nurses for ages—yet not a word sank in.

Just as one "doctor" opened her mouth to whisper something physiological to young Er Yue Feng, he quickly shoved her head away.

He frowned, utterly baffled. "Doctor, in Lan City, must medical examinations involve such... intimate physical contact?"

"No worries, sir," the "doctor" giggled. "Later, we’ll have examinations at *negative* distance."

"Huh?"

"Sir~ sir~" Another girl tried burrowing into his chest. He dodged smoothly, but she merely turned, coyly shielding her face while revealing her curves. "You’re so shy, sir. Dragging out the foreplay like this—you’ve got us all wound up."

Er Yue Feng deadpanned: "Does acting cure illnesses?"

"Just relax, sir~"

The "nurses" lunged again. He sidestepped. They rose with disappointed giggles. "...What a fascinating man. We’re growing fonder by the second..."

"You doctors seem suspicious... Are you even legit? Hey—don’t strip!"

"We understand, sir," another purred. "We’re professional *now*. The less professional part later is where the real fun begins..."

Giggles spilled through the iron door like songbirds competing for attention.

...

Three women crouched outside, peering through a crack in the door.

"Sister Longniang..." Luo Yu whispered, fidgeting with her fingers on the floor. "See? Your husband’s still pure... Don’t blame me, okay?"

"Shut up." Chai Jiu’s veins bulged. She ripped the sword from her waist, crushing it bare-handed into scrap metal. "*Leave.*"

Luo Yu: "!"

Chai Jiu exhaled sharply—then punched the iron door.

It SLAMMED through the wall, soaring into the sky. A torrent of dragon’s breath erupted from her mouth, lifting every girl—and the man—off the floor.

"Holy—" Er Yue Feng plastered to the ceiling. "Typhoons inland now? Wait... Chai Jiu’s breath?!"

"Champion," Cat Ten darted in, yanking him down. She whispered urgently in his ear: "Trouble. Sister Chai’s back. She’s coming for you."

"Hah!" Er Yue Feng grinned. "I’ve done nothing shameful. Why would she settle scores?"

"*Really?*" Cat Ten’s eyes darted to the unconscious girls, her fingers frantically signaling like a ninja’s hand seals.

"Of course not! Why so tense, kitten?" Er Yue Feng buttoned his shirt leisurely, then channeled magic to heal the girls. "Don’t judge by their outfits. These are Lan City’s finest folk healers."

"Their methods are... *unconventional*. Truly eye-opening."

He gave a thumbs-up, then plucked a certificate from a girl’s cleavage. "See? Even small-town doctors carry licenses. Their service is thorough. They may not cure me, but their care deserves praise."

"Champion..." Cat Ten glanced at the paper, speechless. "Read this again. It’s a hospital diagnosis—for HPV and AIS..."

"Told you—real doctors!" Er Yue Feng snatched it back, striding confidently toward Chai Jiu, who stood arms akimbo at the ruined doorway.

He spun, striking a heroic pose, finger pointed skyward. "Watch my performance."

Cat Ten: "...’

"Husband." Chai Jiu’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. "Having fun?"

"Fun?" He nodded earnestly. "Their techniques are unique. Their service, passionate..."

"So passionate you booked *over ten* at once?"

"Booked?!" He scowled. "For a complex case like mine, teamwork is essential—"

His voice died as he caught Chai Jiu’s darkening face and the girls trembling in a huddle. Epiphany struck. "You think I was... *soliciting*?!"

Chai Jiu stared. "...What else could it be?"

"You lack basic knowledge!" Er Yue Feng laughed, thrusting the HPV certificate at her. "Read carefully!" He dragged a dazed girl to Chai Jiu. "Explain your *noble profession* to this dragon lady."

"Huh?" The girl blinked. "Sir... that’s your wife? Why confess—?"

"Why hide truth? *Speak!*" He patted her shoulder. "Proudly share your career. This honorable profession mustn’t be slandered!"

"Honorable?" The girl froze.

"*Absolutely*." He pressed the certificate into her hands. "Just tell the truth."

"O-okay..."

As the girl tearfully detailed her "career" and STDs to Chai Jiu, Er Yue Feng’s chin lifted proudly. Touched, he turned to Cat Ten.

"Champion..." Cat Ten eyed the thickening black aura around Chai Jiu, fingers trembling. "You’ve made it worse. She’ll beat you into a pig’s head."

"I explained perfectly. She’ll understand."

"...Whatever makes you happy."

"By the way—" Er Yue Feng scanned the room. "Where’s that cheap girl? Gone home?"

"Oh." Cat Ten pointed to Luo Yu crouched sobbing in a corner. "Chai Jiu yelled her into a corner. She’s shut down."

"That girl hired healers *for me*. How can Chai Jiu scold her? She’s failing as a wife."

Indignant, Er Yue Feng knelt beside Luo Yu, wiping her tears.

"Phantom Man, we’re doomed!" Luo Yu wailed. "I helped you do *this*! Longniang will kill me... She *hates* me! Another girl despises me—I’m cursed to be hated by women—"

"Nonsense." He ruffled her hair, hands in pockets. "Chai Jiu’s been paranoid lately. I’ll explain. She’ll appreciate your kindness. Might even gift you a thimble."

Luo Yu’s head snapped up. "*Dingzhen*?"

"Guaranteed."

He patted his chest, stood, and faced Chai Jiu’s stormy glare.

"Husband." Chai Jiu dropped the STD certificate, grinning as she cracked her knuckles. "We haven’t taken a walk in ages. How about a stroll... and some *sparring* in the countryside?"

"Sparring?" A chill ran down his spine—but the "misunderstanding" was cleared. He smiled. "Good. You finally understand."

Chai Jiu nodded, black aura swirling behind her. "*Perfectly*."

"Wonderful." Er Yue Feng flashed Luo Yu and Cat Ten a radiant smile over his shoulder. "Chai Jiu wants to rebuild our strained marriage with a walk. Wait for my good news."

Cat Ten: "...’

"...’