"Uncle, you can't dissect me, please," Ning Shu pleaded, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at the school doctor.
The doctor was calmly using medical scissors to cut off Ling Xue's clothes, seemingly preparing for an operation. It was a striking sight—even Ning Shu, a woman, couldn't help but feel a slight temptation. Could the school doctor really bring himself to operate on such a beautiful girl?
However, the doctor's hand didn't falter in the slightest when Ning Shu spoke. He appeared utterly indifferent to the stunning body on the operating table.
He threw a disdainful glance at Ning Shu and said, "You? You're not even worthy of my scissors. Your genes are a hindrance to human evolution. Just look at your face—it's a clear sign your genes aren't any better."
Ning Shu: Wasn't this just a roundabout way to call her ugly?
Ling Xue's long eyelashes fluttered, signaling that she was about to wake up. The doctor sat down next to the operating table, waiting for her to regain consciousness.
When Ling Xue finally woke, she was momentarily blinded by the cold, harsh light overhead. After a few moments, her eyes adjusted, and she realized where she was. She tried to move, but her hands were shackled to the operating table. No matter how hard she struggled, her body had no strength. Even when she attempted to channel the spiritual energy in her dantian to break free from the iron cuffs, she failed.
"You're awake," the doctor said, startling Ling Xue with his sudden voice. She turned to look at him. Dressed in his white coat, he appeared tall and imposing.
"Let me go immediately, or I swear you'll die a painful death!" Ling Xue shouted. Yet, her voice, rather than sounding threatening, was soft, weak, and incredibly charming.
Ning Shu watched the scene unfold from the side. Listening to Ling Xue's sweet, helpless voice and seeing her vulnerability, Ning Shu thought that if she were a man, she might have already been convinced to let her go. Ling Xue was undeniably beautiful, and in comparison, Ning Shu felt her own body was plain.
Ning Shu glanced at the doctor, who was adjusting his glasses, and hesitantly asked, "Uncle, should I leave?"
Ling Xue's agitation increased the moment she saw Ning Shu, glaring at her with pure hatred. Ning Shu could only respond with a dry laugh. "Ha. Ha. Da." Why was Ling Xue glaring at her like that? It was the doctor who had captured her, yet her wrath was directed at Ning Shu.
Ling Xue seemed far more forgiving towards men, but cruel towards women. Why did she hate Ning Shu so much? It made no sense.
The doctor set down the scissors and picked up a scalpel. The cold steel of the blade gleamed under the operating lights.
Ling Xue had a sinking feeling of dread. She frantically tried to break free, but even with spiritual energy, she couldn't budge the thick cuffs. In desperation, she began to chip away at the cuffs with her concentrated energy, bit by bit.
Ning Shu figured it was probably best to leave before things progressed any further.
Ling Xue's fear intensified as the blade inched closer to her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her expression shifted to one of desperation. She seemed to be silently pleading with the doctor to spare her.
Ning Shu swallowed nervously. The scene was so intense and captivating that even she felt the urge to reach out and touch Ling Xue. Shaking her head to clear her mind, she thought, What am I even thinking? Ling Xue's allure was undeniably powerful.