Chapter 94 Am I being too sensitive?

She knew herself that the way she looked for a partner was a bit pathological and overly picky, but she wasn't willing to compromise, and even less willing to just find someone to settle for.

What she wanted was someone who perfectly matched her desires, both in body and in gaze.

Steadying herself, Dr. Zhao suppressed the emotions in her heart, her tone returning to a degree of coldness, yet she deliberately added one more sentence, her gaze firmly glued to Lin Chen:

"Hmm, it's nothing, you two can go back now, remember to come for your follow-up on time."

"Oh, and Lin Chen, if you have any questions,"

"even if they aren't about the follow-up, you can ask me."

Hearing this, Chen Qian hurriedly braced herself against the table, trying to stand up slowly.

Her ankle still hurt, making it inconvenient to walk.

But just at that moment, Lin Chen stepped forward, and before she could react, he reached out his arms and swept her up into a horizontal carry in one clean, decisive motion, without any hesitation.

"Wh... what are you doing?!"

Chen Qian was stunned on the spot, her body instantly stiffening. Her cheeks flushed bright red in a flash, even her ears turning a faint pink. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz as she called out softly,

"Lin Chen..."

Lin Chen looked down at her.

A gentle smile curled at the corners of his mouth, and his tone was soft yet carried an irresistible force:

"Don't move."

"Your ankle is still hurting; carrying you like this will be more comfortable, and it saves you the trouble of walking."

Beside them, Zhao Mengyao watched Chen Qian being carefully held in Lin Chen's arms, a deep sense of envy instantly welling up in her eyes, yet she did not retreat in the slightest, a smile of determination curling at her lips.

She watched Lin Chen's retreating back, calculating inwardly.

She had been going on blind dates for years, screening over a dozen fitness coaches, yet hadn't been able to find an ideal person.

She never expected that among the families of her own patients, she would encounter someone who perfectly matched her desires.

This was simply a gift from heaven; how could she easily let go?

Chen Qian leaned obediently in his arms, her cheek pressed tightly against his chest, where she could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, as well as the faint scent of youth on him.

Her softness inadvertently brushed against Lin Chen's chest, and that delicate sensation sent a wave of heat through Lin Chen's heart, making even his breathing become somewhat ragged.

And Chen Qian also gradually began to feel that something was wrong; her cheeks grew redder and redder, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Her whole body turned soft, and even her limbs felt weak.

"Am... am I being too sensitive?"

Chen Qian thought to herself, secretly shy, her cheeks burning hot enough to boil an egg.

A strange emotion welled up in her heart,

"How could this be..."

"It feels all wet, not like sweat,"

"but a very strange feeling. So embarrassing..."

The two returned to the School Gate.

Chen Qian hurriedly pushed gently on Lin Chen's shoulder, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, filled with intense shyness:

"Lin Chen, put me down."

"We've reached the School Gate."

"If you keep holding me and a classmate sees, they will definitely misunderstand,"

"and the whole school will be in an uproar..."

As she spoke, she gently tugged at Lin Chen's arm, her eyes full of pleading, her cheeks red enough to bleed:

"Just give me the crutches, I can walk in by myself, I won't trouble you anymore."

Lin Chen looked down at her, seeing her so shy that she was about to bury her head in her chest, her eyes full of a rosy flush, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. He nodded gently, his tone gentle:

"Alright, I'll listen to you. Go slowly,"

"watch your step, and don't sprain it again."

Just as he put Chen Qian down, his phone vibrated again.

It was another message from Zhao Mengyao, accompanied by a playful emoji:

"I've already sent you the precautions. By the way,"

"are you free tonight?"

"I'll take you clubbing after I get off work,"

"just to... thank you for taking such good care of my patient today."

Lin Chen looked at the message, his heart blooming with joy, and his fingertips quickly replied:

"I'd be honored, Dr. Zhao, just pick the place."

Clubbing—in his past life, he had only heard of it but had never been to such a place.

It was said to be a world of bright lights and wine, the ultimate place for romantic encounters.

He looked forward to something happening.

He looked up at Chen Qian, his face returning to that gentle expression, completely revealing no trace of the ambiguous interaction he just had with Zhao Mengyao.

The mask of a scumbag was perfectly mastered by him.

The Living Expense War in the Dormitory

The phone screen lit up in the dim corridor.

As soon as Lin Chen's fingertip touched the WeChat icon, he saw Zhao Mengyao's profile picture flashing at the top of the chat box.

It was a side profile of her wearing a white coat, her brows and eyes cold, a ridiculously stark contrast to the message that had just popped up.

"Okay."

"Let's meet at 10 PM at the entrance of Star World Bar."

There were no extra emojis at the end of the message; it was as crisp as if she were giving a medical order.

Lin Chen held his phone, stunned for two seconds, his mouth twitching involuntarily, his inner muttering endless:

"Is this Zhao Mengyao being too direct?"

"As expected of a doctor,"

"asking someone out is just like writing a prescription, without beating around the bush at all..."

"Is she really... a bit too impatient?"

His fingertip hovered over the input box, typing and deleting, and in the end, he only replied "Okay."

But he was still muttering to himself, his pace quickening involuntarily, just wanting to get back to the dormitory to sort out this absurd invitation.

Just as he pushed open the door to Dorm 505, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of instant noodles and foot odor rushed to greet him.

The three people in the dorm were gathered around Zhang Peng's desk.

Seeing him enter, several gazes "swished" and glued themselves to him, full of mockery.

Zhang Peng was the first to come up, draping his arm over Lin Chen's shoulder, his loud voice almost blowing the roof off.

The teasing in his tone was practically overflowing:

"Brother Chen, not bad!"

"That fate with our department's campus belle Chen Qian, this opportunity today is pretty good, right?"

"The progress is so fast that you're already carrying her on your back?"

Beside him, Wu Gang chewed on potato chips, chiming in with a sarcastic tone, his eyes full of mischief, laughing and cursing with veiled barbs:

"Exactly, exactly, we all saw it."

"When Chen Qian was on your back, that figure,"

"those headlights were squeezed out of shape."

"Brother Chen, tell the truth, does it feel good?"

As he spoke, he winked and gestured with an exaggerated hand motion, causing Zhang Peng to burst into laughter.

Lin Chen pushed Zhang Peng's arm away in annoyance.

Just as he was about to retort, Li Lei came bouncing over and tangled himself around him.

Li Lei's face was blooming with joy, gesticulating wildly as he patted Lin Chen's back, his tone full of excitement, his Cantonese accent even thickening:

"Brother Chen, Brother Chen, thank you so much!"

"Thanks to you, the living expenses I asked from home have directly doubled!"

Lin Chen was stunned:

"Increased living expenses?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"How does it not have anything to do with it!"

Li Lei smiled until his eyes squinted into slits, explaining triumphantly,

"My mom called to ask how I was doing,"

"and I just casually mentioned I had a girlfriend and that I had many places to spend money."

"Guess what?"

"She directly raised my food allowance from one thousand a month to three thousand!"

"She even told me not to treat the girl unfairly!"

"Damn!"