Suddenly, Lu Feng’s gaze softened, carrying a faint trace of tender affection. Sisha felt a quiet stir in her heart.

Could it be… he actually has feelings for me?

“Um… Mr. Lu Feng,” Sisha ventured hesitantly, “would you still consider taking a partner? Even… just having a girl accompany you during her youthful, vibrant years?”

“Of course I’d marry and have children,” Lu Feng replied, slightly puzzled.

Wait—something felt off about Sisha’s question, especially the second part. Had she already been through that?!

Instantly, disgust surged toward her so-called “sweetheart.”

What a total scumbag! Loving only a girl’s youth with no means to support her—what else could he be?

A rich man toying with women? A charming playboy. A poor one? Just a scumbag. The difference lies in whether he compensates her loss.

*Sigh… the world is treacherous. Truly, 2D wives are the best.*

*Wonderful.* Sisha’s heart hammered wildly.

So the God of Medicine *does* care about such matters.

“Alas,” Lu Feng sighed, gently tapping the table, “society is cruel, hearts are deceitful. Some chase fame and fortune; others use honeyed words to covet beauty.”

*(Therapist skill unlocked: validate her pain, vaguely condemn the culprit, then gently open her heart.)*

“This… where do I even begin?” Sisha’s chest tightened.

His words held the God of Medicine’s weary sigh toward this world—a sigh born from witnessing that vain woman moments ago.

“True friends are rare. A soulmate partner? Even rarer,” Lu Feng mused. “Sweet words at first meeting often hide ulterior motives. But after stumbling once… wouldn’t you learn?”

Sisha listened intently—daring not to miss a word.

*She’s hooked.* Lu Feng watched her expression and continued:

“Whether friendship or partnership, only time reveals the heart. ‘Love at first sight leading to forever’? That’s a fairy tale for children.”

He rose, back turned, hands clasped behind him. “Time is the ultimate test. If a partner grows greedy before proving themselves… discard them.”

To Sisha, his words reshaped everything.

He sought not fleeting passion, but deep spiritual connection—a slow, mutual understanding. Of course. A being like the God of Medicine transcended worldly desires; inner beauty mattered most.

“I understand,” Sisha stood and bowed deeply. “I will follow your guidance, better myself, and abandon such shallow thoughts. Please forgive my earlier rudeness.”

*(That “rudeness” meant her plan to win him with her body—a thought now shamefully disrespectful.)*

“No need to worry. You’ve struggled. I’m glad you see clearly,” Lu Feng smiled.

*Another successful words therapy session.*

Unseen to him, Sisha silently forged a new resolve…

Meanwhile, in a restaurant corner, a gray rat’s head peeked from a trash pile. After observing, it scurried out and vanished toward the exit.

A rat demon—weak in battle, but swift in stealth and scouting.

…

“What?! Someone actually dares to beat me to it?!”

Su Zhaoyu shot to her feet. A cold gust swirled behind her; her nine tails swayed slowly, making palace lamps flicker.

Ever since acquiring the Sevenfold Snow Lotus, she’d ordered Demon Clan scouts in Lingjiang Town to monitor the clinic doctor—only to assess his character. Now, trouble arose.

The throne hall gleamed: crimson carpets, pearl-encrusted seat, four massive white jade pillars. Each coiled with a lifelike black stone dragon, eyes subtly shifting—demon dragons she’d subdued to guard White Peach Mountain, the Demon Clan’s sacred sanctuary where no human dared tread.

“Your Majesty,” the fox-eared maid bowed low, “the rat demon reports… the visitor is likely a Blood Clan princess.”

“Of all times…” Su Zhaoyu murmured, biting her thumb thoughtfully.

Traitors stirred within the Demon Clan, demanding purge. Humans had united multiple states’ Hero Associations, amassing forces—and Situ Qingxue, the newly promoted S-rank hero, led them.

Situ possessed terrifying talent. Su Zhaoyu had tried eliminating her multiple times—only for Situ to escape, grow stronger, and leave Su’s forces humiliated. Like a cockroach-hero: battered but unbreakable. Now at the Ninth Tier, backed by elite aides and secret gear, she aimed to crush the Demon Clan.

War loomed. Yet Su Zhaoyu refused to let a Blood Clan brat snatch the God of Medicine first.

*Delay longer, and I lose my place as main wife.*

Even if she couldn’t win him now—she’d sabotage that brat’s plan.

“I leave affairs here to you,” Su Zhaoyu declared coldly. “I’ll be gone days. Anyone causing trouble—execute on sight.”

After her figure vanished down the path, a gray rat slithered from a stone crack—the very rat demon she’d sent to watch Lu Feng.

*Hehe… rushing off at this critical moment? That clinic doctor’s clearly a big deal,* its beady eyes gleamed.

*Working for demons? Never. Spying for humans pays the bills.*

*Anyway… he looks ordinary. I’ll strike before Su Zhaoyu arrives.*