Liang Sheng squinted. A profile window popped up.

Name: Mo Qingrou

Age: 25

Height: 171 cm

Weight: 51 kg

Looks: S

Hobbies: Treating patients

Attributes: Ice Queen, Mature Beauty

Traits: A walking air conditioner

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Family: Father is director of Third Hospital

    Mother is a consulting expert at Third Hospital

Affinity toward Su Ze: 0

Affinity toward Liang Sheng: 0

Wow. A genuine cold beauty—not like Senior An Hua, all secretly flirtatious beneath the surface.

But “treating patients”? Seriously? Is that every doctor’s grand calling?

“Student? What seems to be wrong?”

Liang Sheng snapped out of her daze and subconsciously shook her head. After a beat, realizing something felt off, she hurriedly nodded. Mo Qingrou just blinked, utterly bewildered.

“N-nothing! Teacher—wait, no, Doctor? Uh… Sis? I’m fine!” Liang Sheng stammered.

Mo Qingrou’s face remained perfectly placid, untouched by worldly noise. “If you’re well, please return to class, student.”

Class? Surrounded by a swarm of girls? How was she supposed to focus—be that “study-hard-and-improve-daily” model student?

This woman is seriously icy…

While Liang Sheng stood frozen in awkward silence, the girls nearby erupted into chaotic bickering.

“So you’re Hua Nai?” Gu Yuqi’s tone turned sharp.

Hua Nai let out a cold “Hmph.” Her usual sweet smile had vanished. “And you are? Oh right—you’re that annoying girl from the banquet!” A sneer curled her lips. “I still remember your filthy hands touching Sheng-chan!”

Normally gentle, Gu Yuqi felt heat flare in her chest. She flicked her hair dismissively. “Hah? Who do you think you are? Do you get to decide what’s best for Junior Liang Sheng?”

Hua Nai’s face twisted. Fists clenched tight, eyes locked venomously on Gu Yuqi. “You’ll regret this.”

*Too many witnesses. Not the time. And if Sheng-chan sees… she’ll hate me.* She’d promised not to kill anyone near Liang Sheng—but crippling? That wasn’t in the deal.

*Fine. Just dislocate this woman’s arm.* Her expression darkened, shadows gathering in her eyes.

That afternoon, Hua Nai was distracted. Liang Sheng seized the quiet—and bolted the moment school ended.

Hua Nai didn’t chase. She had business to settle.

Gu Yuqi trudged home, hands buried in pockets, mood heavy. One question circled her mind: What *were* her feelings for Liang Sheng?

She didn’t know. Didn’t want to. Didn’t dare. Deep down, she feared the answer would hurt them both.

At the corner, someone nearly collided with her. Startled, she sidestepped. Steadying herself, she saw Hua Nai—face grim, hands hidden behind her back.

“Come here. I need to talk.” Hua Nai’s voice held no sweetness.

Gu Yuqi’s fists tightened. She knew Hua Nai was stronger. But backing down? Unthinkable. Why surrender Liang Sheng verbally? Liang Sheng clearly favored *her*, not this strange woman.

She sighed. Not retreat—confrontation. These tangled feelings were dangerous, yes… but as long as they stayed buried, maybe it’d be okay. First: deal with *her*.

Hua Nai’s glare burned with impatience as Gu Yuqi approached slowly—not fear, but calculation. *Knife behind her back. I’m unarmed.*

Her fingers brushed something in her pocket. Relief surged.

She quickened her steps.

Hua Nai smiled. For the first time. A twisted, vicious grin.

Her hidden hand flashed out—a metallic glint, a rush of wind—

*Slice!*

Gu Yuqi winced. She dodged, but not cleanly. The blade grazed her shoulder. Shallow cut, yet blood bloomed through her sleeve.

And Hua Nai? Not unscathed.

Gu Yuqi’s pocket held a fountain pen. In that split second, she dodged—and struck back. Aimed straight for the left eye.

Hua Nai jerked back. Missed the eye, but the pen slashed the soft skin beneath. Blood and ink smeared across her flawless cheek.

Eyes wide with shock, Hua Nai stared. *I underestimated her.*

“Heh.” Gu Yuqi gritted through the pain, a cold laugh escaping.

Clutching her wound, she turned to leave. Hua Nai’s teeth ground with a sharp *crunch*. All sweetness vanished—her face contorted into pure fury.

She raised the knife and charged.

“Die! Die! Die!” *Kill her. Lie to Sheng-chan later. She asked for it—I only wanted to break her arm! But now my face… What if Sheng-chan hates me?*

*It’s her fault! All her fault! Kill her!*

Hua Nai’s mind snapped. Her fighting aura surged, dark and volatile.

Footsteps pounded behind her. *Crazy woman!* Gu Yuqi glanced back—panic and anger flared. One arm injured. Odds were slim.

*Do or die.*

In a flash, she spun. Hua Nai’s knife descended. Gu Yuqi kicked hard—*thwack!*—striking the wrist. The knife clattered down. Hua Nai stumbled back.

Years of Sanda training packed that kick. But the strain tore at her wound; fresh blood welled.

“Hiss!” Tears pricked her eyes. She’d never been this battered before.

“Haven’t you had enough? Know when to stop!” Gu Yuqi glared. “Do you think Liang Sheng would *like* seeing you like this, you lunatic?” She spat the words deliberately—knowing exactly which nerve to hit.