The Most Beautiful Divine Doctor
The female doctor shot Wang Yue a disdainful glance and sneered, "What, feeling shy now? Where was that shyness when you were screwing around?"
The medical record they'd filed was for erectile dysfunction, so naturally she assumed this playboy young master had worn himself out from too much womanizing, overusing his dick until it couldn't get hard anymore.
That was bad enough, but Wang Yue had always projected an image of being low-key and honest to the outside world—only recently had he done a couple of flashy things. Yet here he was with such a rotten private life. Hypocrites like him were the most contemptible.
"The patient isn't me," Wang Yue said helplessly.
"Who else could it be? Quit wasting time and drop your pants already." The female doctor said impatiently, "I've specialized in men's health for over a decade. I've handled more cocks than you've seen women—what haven't I seen? Big ones, small ones, thick ones, thin ones, long ones, short ones, soft ones... wait, actually, I haven't seen hard ones."
She glanced pointedly at Wang Yue's crotch as she finished, the meaning crystal clear: You're a dud who can't get it up!
Wang Yue couldn't take it anymore. This bitch wants a show? Fine, I'll give her one—scare the shit out of her!
He yanked down his pants and underwear in one go, whipping out his massive cock.
"Holy shit, it's huge!" The female doctor's eyes bulged. Wang Family young master—only fifteen, right? How the hell did he have a cock this big?
Seeing her dumbfounded stare, Wang Yue grinned smugly. "So, what do you think? Big enough for you?"
"Size doesn't mean jack if it won't stand up. Real men get hard." The doctor quickly masked her shock with more scorn.
Stand up? Piece of cake.
Wang Yue's cock was hard to keep soft these days, but getting it hard from flaccid? Way too easy.
He just replayed the memory in his mind of rubbing his cock against his mom's saucy pussy, and bam—it sprang to life, standing tall and proud, pointing right at the doctor like a weapon.
"So hard," she murmured, unable to resist reaching out to give it a squeeze. Then her eyes widened. "You're messing with me on purpose, aren't you?"
"Messing how?" Wang Yue asked innocently.
"You've got zero problems. Why the hell are you here faking ED?" she snapped.
Wang Yue sighed. "I told you, the patient's not me—it's the big guy I came with."
"Impossible!" she declared confidently. "That big lug looks like a total straight-arrow. No way he's a player."
"I never said he was playing around. It's a training injury," Wang Yue explained. "How do you even practice medicine? You don't ask questions, just demand pants off. You that desperate to see dick?"
Her cheeks flushed. She didn't like looking at men's cocks—in fact, after so many, she was kinda repulsed. Ordering pants down right away was just habit.
Plain and simple, she'd fallen into an empiricism trap.
"Shut up. No disease? Then put that ugly thing away!" But as she stared at his rock-hard, throbbing cock—so robust and menacing—she felt none of her usual disgust. Instead, it looked... tempting.
Wang Yue pulled up his underwear. It was custom-made by Yan Fangfei; even fully hard, it hid everything. But stuffing his iron-rod cock back in? Tricky.
As he wrestled it into place, he said casually, "If you wanna talk problems, I've got one: my cock gets hard way too easy, and once it's up, it stays up forever. That a disease?"
"Show-off prick. Can't go soft? Jerk off somewhere. Now get out!" She figured he was just taunting her—every guy dreamed of that "problem."
Finally tucked in comfortably, Wang Yue zipped up his pants but didn't leave. Instead, he warned, "Doc, tone down the tough-girl act with my friend, okay? He's shy as hell around aggressive women—might freak him out."
"Outta here! When am I ever aggressive?" She waved him off, but filed the advice away.
She hadn't started out brash—blame the men's clinic. Half the guys coming in were playboys who'd fucked themselves limp. Without a tough edge, they'd hit on her nonstop. Over time, it became habit.
Wang Yue stepped out and told Li Gang, "Go on in. I smoothed things with the doc."
Li Gang fidgeted awkwardly until Wu Li encouraged him. Finally, he shuffled into the exam room.
"Don't worry, Li Gang'll be fine. Miao Medical Center's got top-notch skills," Wang Yue said, sitting down to reassure Wu Li.
She nodded, cheeks pink.
Then silence fell. They weren't close, and the huge status gap didn't help. Plus, the condition was embarrassing—no easy topic for a guy and girl to broach.
A while later, Li Gang emerged red-faced, the female doctor following with a furrowed brow, looking stumped.
"Well, Doc? Can my friend recover?" Wang Yue asked right away.
"Complicated." Her frown deepened. After a pause, "Follow me. I can't fix this—need to consult my senior sister."
Miao Qingluan was Miao Medical Center's star now, and generations of expertise had trained a slew of ace doctors. Routine cases didn't need her; she holed up in her office studying texts.
From the men's clinic to her office meant crossing the outpatient lobby first.
As they hit the lobby, about to head upstairs, a shout rang out: "Zhang Hong, that's the punk—kill him for me!"
Wang Yue turned and chuckled. A crowd approached from the treatment wing, led by familiar faces: Jinling Zhang Family's Third Elder Zhang, Tianhai Zhang Family's Zhang Hong, and sandwiched between them, hobbling and yelling—the Zhang Lingfeng he'd crippled.
"Oh hey, isn't that Tianhai Zhang Family's Young Master Zhang Lingfeng? Healed up already? Miao Medical Center's the real deal!" Wang Yue dripped sarcasm, capping it with a thumbs-up to the female doctor beside him.
Zhang Lingfeng exploded. "What're you waiting for, Zhang Hong? Kill him!"
"This..." Zhang Hong hesitated, whispering, "Young Master Lingfeng, don't stir trouble. Let's head back to Tianhai."
Zhang Lingfeng whipped around and slapped at his face.
Slap!
Halfway through the swing, Zhang Hong caught his wrist.
"Zhang Hong, you trash!" Zhang Lingfeng raged. "Won't fight my attacker but turn on me? Wait till Tianhai—I’ll deal with you!"
"Trash?" Wang Yue burst out laughing. "With you around, who’d dare claim the title? If you’re not trash, come kill me yourself instead of begging others."
"What’d you say?!" Zhang Lingfeng hadn’t expected Wang Yue to trash-talk him in front of Zhang Hong—especially with Zhang Hong ignoring him. Fury boiled over.
"What, wrong?" Wang Yue grinned. "You’re older, better family—yet I wasted you in one move. If that’s not trash, what is?"
"Wang Yue, just you wait!" Zhang Lingfeng laughed through his rage. "Your three great families are done for. I’ll drag all your women back to Tianhai, toy with them slow. Your mom the ancient-modern top beauty? I’ll make her the ultimate sex slave!"
Wang Yue's face darkened. He strode toward Zhang Lingfeng, step by step.
"Next life, remember: no strength, keep your mouth shut." His voice was light, but the bone-chilling cold was unmistakable.
Zhang Hong startled, blocking Zhang Lingfeng. "Wang Yue, don't!"
Wang Yue glanced flatly at him, sidestepped, and kept coming.
Zhang Hong froze, clothes soaked in cold sweat.
Mortal Shedding Realm!
Yes, definitely. A fifteen-year-old in Mortal Shedding? What monster had the Zhangs provoked?
Compared to Wang Yue, Zhang Hong felt his sixty-odd years were wasted.
As Wang Yue closed in, Zhang the Third—eager to prove loyalty—stepped up. "Wang Yue, halt!"
Slap!
Wang Yue backhanded him mid-spin, sending him flying into oblivion.
Zhang Lingfeng finally panicked, mouth opening—but Wang Yue clamped a hand on his crown.
"Next life, can't be good? At least tuck your tail." With the warning for his reincarnation, Wang Yue spat true qi.
Zhang Lingfeng's body dissolved into nothing, vanishing like he'd never existed—leaving only a gleaming spatial ring, pocketed by Wang Yue.
"Stop!" As the body scattered, a shout finally arrived—too late.
Xin Xiaoxiao was there for a follow-up.
The night before last, she'd tried intervening in Zhang Lingfeng's bullying, only for a colleague to knock her out.
Weaker than her, he'd gone all-out—leaving her with a nasty concussion risk. Only Miao Qingluan's personal treatment revived her.
Still off today, she'd come for another check. Stepping into the lobby, she saw Wang Yue slap Zhang the Third airborne and palm Zhang Lingfeng's head. She yelled to stop it—but missed.
She had zero fondness for Zhang Lingfeng, but police duty wouldn't let her ignore murder.
Plus, Wang Yue rubbed her wrong. After waking, her colleague had recapped events—from a Zhang-biased view, painting Wang Yue as a tyrannical bully wrecking engagements and stealing brides.
And now, killing in front of her.
Her justice-fueled blood boiled; ignoring her head wound, she charged. "Wang Yue, public murder, lawless scum—police station, now!"
He glanced at her, nodded. "Fine. After I wrap this up, I'll head over and explain."
"No—now!" Xin Xiaoxiao demanded. The arrogance—killing like it was nothing. As a cop, she couldn't tolerate it.
Wang Yue's patience snapped. "Don't push it, or I'll spank your ass—and your master's too!"
"You... I'll kill you!" Enraged, she unleashed a lethal punch at his chest.
Before, duty-bound. Now, personal grudge.
Martial artists bowed to law somewhat, but alliances ignored private beefs—depth determined tolerance. Insulting one's master? Deep hatred, life-or-death.
Spanking her was one thing; dragging in her master crossed the line.
Orphaned young, raised by her master—mother figure in her heart. Insulting her? Unforgivable.
Wang Yue flicked a finger at her fist, then turned away.
A massive numbing surge shot from her fist, locking her body and voice. Horror hit.
Knocked out that night, she hadn't seen Wang Yue insta-kill two Heavenly Origin experts or one-shot Zhang Lingfeng. Colleague tales? Exaggerated, she'd thought.
Now, a casual poke paralyzed her like hitting a fatal acupoint. Even her master couldn't do that.
Ignoring her, Wang Yue passed Zhang Hong. "If I were you, I'd warn your family to hide—fast."
Zhang Hong gave a bitter smile. Yeah, it was the only path left.
Wang Yue killed Zhang Lingfeng in front of him—no explaining that. Family wouldn't listen; punishment for him, maybe his kin too.
Loyal to Zhangs via blood, not slavish. When family clashed with his family? His first.
Here, he got it: Wang Yue flashed Mortal Shedding knowing he wouldn't snitch—maybe even cover for him.
Fifteen-year-old Mortal Shedding and that sharp? Monster.
Zhang Hong sighed inwardly—overestimating Wang Yue a bit.
Wang Yue didn't know Zhang Hong well; no grand scheme. He just wasn't scared of exposure anymore.
Mortal Shedding, pure true qi—could fight layer five. In the secular world, few chains left.
At his pace, mid-late Mortal Shedding in two-three months; Transcendence possible.
Why hide? No more crouching. No bragging, but act when needed, not otherwise. Natural flow.
Reminder for Zhang Hong? Little aunt said he was one of Tianhai Zhang's few decent ones. Waste if self-family offed him.
The overrated Wang Yue led stunned Li Gang, Wu Li, and the female doctor upstairs.
Lobby dead silent. Zhang Hong's escorts eyed him for lead; Zhang the Third's crew too scared to challenge till Wang Yue left, then checked him.
Others? Schadenfreude. Neither family they could touch; one down? Bonus.
Moments later, Xin Xiaoxiao thawed. "Wang Yue, you bastard—we're not done!" She chased.
A familiar staffer grabbed her. "Officer Xin, easy—you were reckless."
"Sister Hu, what?"
"Know why Wang Yue killed Zhang Lingfeng?"
"Both scum. Their drama? Not my circus." Xin Xiaoxiao said. "But public killing? Can't ignore—or law's dead. Plus, insulting my master? I'll chew a pound of his flesh, win or lose!"
Teeth gritted.
Sister Hu asked, "What if Zhang Lingfeng insulted Wang Yue worse?"
Xin Xiaoxiao blinked. "What happened?"
Pulled aside, Sister Hu whispered Zhang Lingfeng's dying words.
Xin Xiaoxiao froze. Yeah, suicidal. She'd kill him too if able.
Now she got Wang Yue dragging in her master—making her feel it.
But measured: spanking threat? Teasing humiliation, harmless. Echoing Zhang verbatim about her master as sex slave? War.
"Wang Yue, bastard—not done!" Another roar—Zhang the Third, revived by aid.
Sister Hu giggled. "Same line. You two got something going?"
"Pfft, you do." Xin Xiaoxiao spat. Law-scorning powers? Hated 'em, leaders especially.
Sister Hu knew the joke flopped. "Here for Divine Doctor Miao? Office now—go."
Xin Xiaoxiao nodded, headed stairs.
Meanwhile, revived Zhang the Third—unaware Zhang Lingfeng was gone—wailed at nearby Zhang Hong. "Senior, Wang Yue's rampant—avenge me!"
"Mm, head back first." Zhang Hong nodded. Decision made: warn family to hide, hustle to Jinling if possible. Safest spot—mystery force kept Tianhai heavies away.
Wang Yue's trio, led by the female doctor, reached Miao Qingluan's top-floor office quick.
One of Jinling's Four Absolutes, Miao Qingluan's skills and looks buzzed everywhere—from Miao Medical Center site to net clips.
Wang Yue hadn't sought her out, so first meet.
Stunning. Rivaled Ling Xueyan, Yan Fangfei. About 1.65m, black hair in a topknot bun, rimless glasses. White coat hid curves, but his expert eye spotted the hidden firecracker sexiness.
Simple coat? Uniform temptation overload.
Unique aura: intellectual beauty plus invisible trust-pull. You'd believe her on sight.
Doctor-parent heart; true healers inspired that, patient or not.
Seeing her junior with company, Miao Qingluan set down her med text, puzzled. "Junior Sister, you stumped too?"
Her father's disciple, male specialist extraordinaire—Miao Medical Center's best.
Men's issues? Few types, she handled easy. First time dragging a patient her way.
The doctor signaled them to sit, explained: "Senior Sister, this patient's case is weird..."
Meridians blocked, qi-blood stagnant—Wang Yue and crew fogged out, but Miao Qingluan leaned in, hooked.
Vet doc, countless cases—even fiend-entered martial artists. But this? New.
All meridians robust—except male function ones clogged. Bizarre.
Organs interconnect; one issue ripples. Bad stomach? Spleen, liver too—mutual drag.
But this guy's junk meridians? Isolated island. No input/output with rest.
Unheard-of.
Knock knock knock.
Deep in Li Gang discussion, door rapped.
"Come in." Miao Qingluan noted from junior's tale, head down.
"Auntie Miao, follow-up time!" Xin Xiaoxiao entered, spotted others.
Eyes on Wang Yue, conflicted. After pause, approached slow. "Wang Yue, sorry—shouldn't have jumped to cuff you without facts."
Wang Yue blinked. Big-tits tiger-girl knew when wrong? Reformable.
But before praise finished, she bared teeth. "But insulting my master? Not over!"
He sighed. "Officer Xin, policing ain't for you."
She blinked. "Why?"
"Justice overload."
Another blink. Not first time—master said it, Jinling police legend.
Explained then: cops uphold law, not vigilante.
Early twenties, peak rebellion.
Raised by master-mom-proxy, classic youth flaw: parent words = anti-listen.
Thought master curbing her hothead. Disagreed.
Today, outsider—kid five-six years younger—echoed it.
Reflection hit: Master right?
No self-flaw seen. "Why? Cops need justice, no?"
"Essential, or bad cops breed." Wang Yue grinned. "But excess? Kills calm, breeds errors. Duty: law order, not heroics."
Master's words verbatim—but sank in. Reflection deepened.
Past: street youth-elder scuffle—assumed bully, thrashed youth. Truth? Elder hit-and-run, demanded comp, struck first; youth defended.
Not once/twice. More rights, but impulse skips questions—easy fix.
"What then?" Error-accepted Xin asked auto.
"Simple: non-emergency, pause. Clarify first."
"Easy say." Pout. Issue: injustice = brain-melt, forget-all. Wanted control.
"Easy say/do." Wang Yue said. "Gadget: anger detect, auto-remind. Calms you."
"Easy say—where get?" Thought taunt.
"You can't. I can." Grin. "West City Su Base—you know. Afternoon visit; they'll hook you up."
Three families' outer bases: "secret" public knowledge. Alliance loophole all exploited; blind eye.
Su Base? Knew. Yan Fangfei tech goddess there—could build it.
But why help? No friends—beef even.
Straight-shooter Xin asked direct: "Why help?"
"Good cop. Helping you = good for Jinling."
Partly true. Main? Looks/body. One of Jinling Twelve Beauties, early twenties—tits rivaling mom, little aunt matures. Time? Grandma super-tits.
Plus, chatting sparked odd closeness.
Didn't overthink—chalked to lust: beauties = instant fondness. Like Miao Qingluan studying Li Gang—strong pull too.
Xin bit lip, deep look. "Thanks."
"No prob. Drop the grudge over the master-spank joke?"
"Bastard, die!" The heartfelt emotion was shattered—why did he have to bring that up now?!
"Officer Xin, calm!" Wang Yue dodged chest punch, amped voice.
Deep breaths heaved her massive tits, eyes glued.
Spotting gaze, she scoffed inwardly—anger to contempt.
Typical: men eye-fuck her chest. Gross.
Fifteen-year-old same. Men = trash!
Blame not theirs: stunning face, mega perky rack, uniform cop—authority + allure. Resist?
"Xiaoxiao, here! How today?" Miao Qingluan finished Li Gang notes, shifted.
Eye-war over, Xin to Miao: "Much better, bit pain—dizzy hard moves."
Miao checked pulse. "Normal. Keep my pills—two-three days, full heal."
"No sequelae? Whew." Then gritted: "That Old Li—hit hard. Payback!"
Miao laughed. "For your good. Out head-on that night? Tianhai Zhang grudge—master might not save."
"Offend Tianhai Zhang?" Glanced Wang Yue. He'd nuked 'em night before, killed rep today. How count?
Miao eyed Wang Yue, adjusted glasses. "Too impulsive. Tianhai plots your families—war coming—but no need escalate direct."
No meet prior, but Su Mengqing bestie; Wang Yue her nephew—natural aunt-vibe, elder tone.
"Not impulse—lawless." Xin cut. "Auntie Miao, downstairs? He killed Zhang Lingfeng."
"What?!" Miao shocked. "Xiaoxiao, true? No joking."
"Real—witnesses galore." Xin: "Can't blame. Me? Same."
"Not if deserved—but now? Full feud." Miao sighed. "Wang Yue, consequences?"
"Auntie, no worry—Tianhai won't dare Jinling." Wang Yue firm. Their second ancestor's vanishing spooked 'em; this kill amps fear.
Med family neutral, no deep ties—caring via Su Mengqing friendship.
His assurance? Dropped it. To Li Gang: "Junior detailed your friend. Unique—needs pondering. Go home; update on progress."
"Auntie, check him personal?" Wang Yue asked.
"No need." Shake. "Junior thorough—men's expert. Her miss? Mine too."
"Then farewell." Wang Yue junior-bowed, led Li Gang, Wu Li out.
"Auntie, me too." Xin bolted after—deal pending, feared grudge nix.