Setting aside the potted plant, Simmons quickly yet thoroughly scanned the clinic’s layout—especially the decorations.

An eerie ink-wash dragon painting hung on the wall (likely a sealed demon dragon). A shelf held a magical girl figurine that was clearly a supernatural artifact. Even the Siberian Husky guarding the door was a spirit beast pretending to be a foolish dog…

No doubt about it: a clinic housing such terrifying items could only belong to someone extraordinary.

Just then, she saw Lu Feng smile again.

*He… Why is he smiling again? What’s he planning? Another prank?*

Simmons’ heart pounded. One joke was enough—another few and her chest might actually burst.

“So, what would you like to investigate?” Lu Feng asked with a slight smile.

“I… I have a few questions,” Simmons said, steadying her breath and gathering her thoughts.

“May I ask… do you know Sisha?”

*Referred by Sisha? So my pep talk paid off—he spread the word fast. Not here for treatment, but still a potential client.*

“I know her. She’s been here before,” Lu Feng replied with a smile.

“Then… what are your thoughts on romance? Or… do you intend to find a spouse?” Simmons asked timidly, avoiding his gaze. Her eyes drifted toward the shelf inside.

*What kind of question? Sisha asked this too.*

Lu Feng’s brow furrowed. He followed her stare.

*Ah. She thinks I’m a hardcore otaku obsessed with 2D waifus, scared of real relationships. Common these days—but not all 2D fans are shut-ins.*

Lu Feng enjoyed anime, sure—but he functioned fine in the real world. A true 2.5D person.

“Don’t judge by looks. I’m not disconnected from reality. I appreciate both worlds… but of course, I’d choose a spouse from this one,” he said lightly.

*Between both worlds…* Simmons chewed on his words.

Opposite reality lay the void, dreams, the immaterial—realms mortals couldn’t tread.

Yet he stood *between* them. Freely crossing reality and the unknown?

A terrifying existence. If he moved between dimensions effortlessly… what pocket space could stop him now?

“And… what do you think of Sisha?” Simmons ventured cautiously.

“Sisha? A good girl,” Lu Feng said, then met her eyes, tone turning serious. “Has she run into trouble?”

*(Sisha defied her family for love, only to find a scoundrel. Returning home now means facing their scorn…)*

Simmons shivered.

*He cares. How could he stay calm knowing the Empress is forcing her to marry a duke?*

She gave a stiff nod.

“If her parents were here, I’d counsel them too. Sisha’s a person with her own mind. No one has the right to interfere.”

*(Just venting. She’s probably Sisha’s friend—my words won’t reach the parents anyway.)*

But Simmons’ expression shifted sharply.

*Counsel? He means physical persuasion against the Blood Clan obstructors!*

“I’ll convey your words! We’ll give a satisfactory reply—please allow time!” Simmons bowed deeply, voice trembling.

“No need for formality. Just passing it along is enough,” Lu Feng said quickly, *impressed by her etiquette.*

“Yes,” Simmons replied respectfully.

“Anything else?”

“Um… why did you open this clinic?”

“Fate’s choice.”

*(Med school major, no career switch—doctor it is.)*

*“Fate’s choice”… He’s renounced worldly strife. Only an ancient immortal could speak so calmly. Centuries of cultivation forged this power.*

Simmons felt deep reverence. *If Princess Sisha allied with him… perfect.*

“I’ll report truthfully. A reply will come soon,” she said, inhaling to steady herself.

“Your mission was just these questions?”

“Yes. Only these.”

*(Why wasn’t college market research this easy? Lu Feng muttered inwardly.)*

“How easy,” Lu Feng chuckled.

*(Easy for you! I spent days researching, observing… then nearly became fertilizer for that creepy plant! Cold sweat still drenches me…)*

Simmons fell silent. *This supreme being really enjoys dark humor.*

“I’ll take my leave,” she said, bowing deeply again.

“Remember to explain carefully to Sisha’s parents,” Lu Feng smiled. “And tell her this:

‘If you’re free, stop by. Don’t bottle things up—tell me anything on your heart.’”

*(Sisha’s isolated at home. As a counselor, I can help.)*

Simmons froze mid-turn.

*Staking a claim. If Sisha confides her pain… he won’t stand idle. And who’s a confidant if not a lover?*

“Yes… I will,” she replied with a stiff smile.