Could this clinic truly be as miraculous as Shen Zhan claimed? Situ Qingxue scanned the clinic’s layout.

*His omniscience rivals that of a deity…* Shen Zhan’s words echoed in her mind.

Really that powerful? Situ Qingxue was skeptical. She doubted this place could produce so many divine medicines. That holy water Shen Zhan once had was probably just a lucky find—the clinic’s absolute maximum.

“Oh.” Situ Qingxue blinked, slightly startled. The doctor seemed genuinely warm and considerate.

She stepped inside, sat in a chair, and curiously surveyed the room.

Nothing particularly special.

Discreetly, she pressed her wrist through her sleeve. Beneath her clothes lay an artifact watch—her secret alone. Powered by her ability, it could pinpoint any energy fluctuation. She’d heavily upgraded this scouting skill; even a Primordial God couldn’t evade it. *Such is the protagonist’s aura—gear this overpowered.*

Yet after scanning, disappointment washed over her. The doctor was utterly ordinary.

*Could someone else have delivered the holy water that day?*

Noticing her deep in thought, Lu Feng approached with a warm smile.

“Miss, you seem troubled. May I help?”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Situ Qingxue replied politely, standing up.

*Unsolicited kindness hides motive.* He was just an ordinary man—no reason to linger.

“Tea?” Lu Feng asked.

“No, thank you,” she declined with a faint smile.

*The protagonist finally visits… and leaves just like that?* Lu Feng scratched his head, sighing inwardly. *No chance to make a sale today.*

Just then, a graceful figure entered. Tall, clad in a tailored white business suit that accentuated her curves.

Situ Qingxue froze. Pupils tightened.

*Su Zhaoyu… How is she here?*

Su Zhaoyu stepped in, meeting Situ Qingxue at the door. Her narrow eyes, vertical slit pupils locked onto the other.

Situ Qingxue’s stance shifted slightly; one hand gripped her sword hilt.

Both were Ninth Tier powerhouses. Situ Qingxue, though weaker, could escape—but a clash here would wreck the clinic… and endanger the innocent doctor.

As she calculated how to relocate the fight, the doctor cheerfully stepped out toward the Fox Demon Emperor.

“You’re here,” Lu Feng smiled.

(Months ago, Su Zhaoyu had visited once, promising to return. He welcomed her warmly.)

“Mm.” Su Zhaoyu’s pupils retracted instantly, smiling back.

*What is this?!* Situ Qingxue blinked in shock.

This Demon Emperor was ruthless—she’d never spare an ordinary doctor.

“You two know each other?” Lu Feng glanced between them.

“Quite familiar,” Su Zhaoyu said, glancing at Situ Qingxue with a smile.

“Friends?”

“Friends… I suppose.”

“Who’s *your* friend?” Situ Qingxue retorted coldly.

“We’ve stabbed each other’s closest allies and nearly strangled one another,” Su Zhaoyu explained lightly to Lu Feng.

*Plastic sisterhood.*

Despite being the protagonist, Situ Qingxue’s tone screamed *tsundere*. Su Zhaoyu, a high-level executive; Situ Qingxue, the rising star—it made sense they knew each other. *A benefactor is rare. Tsundere ruins everything.* Lu Feng felt compelled to mediate.

“Since you know each other, sit and share tea. Rare to meet outside battlefields or midnight duels,” he said warmly.

Su Zhaoyu ignored Situ Qingxue and followed him in.

Situ Qingxue hesitated, suspicion flickering, then followed—hand never leaving her sword hilt. *What’s Su Zhaoyu plotting? If she harms the doctor, I’ll intervene.*

Lu Feng and Su Zhaoyu chatted amiably. Situ Qingxue watched Su Zhaoyu closely, wary of treachery.

But something felt… off.

*Does she… like him?* Could the ever-icy, millennia-old spinster finally be lonely?

The more she watched—Su Zhaoyu pouring tea with practiced grace for an ordinary man—the more certain she grew. *No wonder she’s gentle today. Old flame’s here. My “chance” visit was pure accident.*

“Tea?” Su Zhaoyu asked sweetly.

“No. Thank. You.” Situ Qingxue enunciated each word, eyes locked on hers.

“What a pity,” Su Zhaoyu murmured, taking the cup away.

Lu Feng gestured Su Zhaoyu closer. “She lost to you recently?”

Su Zhaoyu, sharp-witted; Situ Qingxue, less experienced—the weaker side in any clash.

*The God of Medicine already knows?* Su Zhaoyu blinked in slight surprise.

“Indeed. Soaked, barely dressed… pitiful,” she added with subtle schadenfreude, glancing at Situ Qingxue. “Hence the thick clothes now.”

*(That assassination attempt ended with Situ Qingxue fleeing through sewers—then drenched by rain, catching a cold.)*

*Water fights now?* Lu Feng frowned. No wonder Situ Qingxue glared like Su Zhaoyu was her sworn enemy.

Time for the self-proclaimed “ladies’ man” to step in.

“You’re only draining each other,” Lu Feng said slowly. “Set aside hostility. Harmony is precious. Peaceful coexistence is the way.”

*Is the God of Medicine brokering an alliance between the Demon Clan and Hero Association?* Su Zhaoyu’s pupils contracted slightly.