“Sigh!” Shen Xingkong sighed inwardly, thinking to himself that this was just one of Chang Le’s little quirks. He decided to indulge him, “You’re my bro, so what’s up? Do you need something?”

“Yeah, yeah... I do!” Sensing that Shen Xingkong was about to hang up, Chang Le quickly dropped his playful tone. “Old Shen, where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

“Pick me up?” Shen Xingkong couldn’t help but glance at his watch. No mistake, it was already half-past midnight. “Kid, you’re still dreaming. Go back to sleep and we’ll talk in the morning!” Shen Xingkong adopted the gentle tone of a kindergarten teacher, speaking to Chang Le on the phone.

“Hey, hey, hey... Old Shen, wait a minute. I’m not joking; I really need to talk to you about something important,” Chang Le said, sounding a bit anxious.

“Alright, what’s so important? Just spit it out,” Shen Xingkong said, feeling the urge to strangle Chang Le through the phone.

“You’ll find out when you get to my place. Where are you? Stop stalling.” Chang Le’s voice took on a mysterious tone, refusing to reveal the reason over the phone.

“I’m… at school…”

“What are you doing at school?”

“Is that any of your business? Are you coming or not? If not, I’m heading home.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! You’re the boss! Just wait for me at the gate.”

Hanging up the phone, Shen Xingkong glanced again at the photos in his hand. He placed the sample of normal human blood back in its spot in the lab and folded up his own blood micrograph, tucking it into his waist pouch. Shen Xingkong’s pouch was large, similar to the kind used by mountaineers, making it very convenient for carrying things in and out.

As he left the biology lab, feeling the night breeze as he walked out the school gate, Shen Xingkong silently cursed all the girls Chang Le had hooked up with. God knows what that pervert was up to this time, dragging him out in the middle of the night.

He waited at the gate for over half an hour before Chang Le finally pulled up in his Audi.

“Get in, buddy...” Chang Le lowered the car window, waving enthusiastically at Shen Xingkong.

“If you’re messing with me, I’ll cut off your little brother and feed it to the dogs,” Shen Xingkong growled as soon as he got in the car, glaring at Chang Le.

“Hehehe... You should be more worried about your own little brother…” Chang Le’s expression suggested something far from appropriate for children.

“What do you mean by that...?”

“You’ll see when we get to my place!” Chang Le said, practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Chang Le sped all the way home as if he was racing to be reincarnated, flooring the gas pedal and zipping back to his villa. He jumped out of the car as soon as they arrived, even going so far as to personally open the door for Shen Xingkong, who was left bewildered, wondering if Chang Le had hit his head during a fight over a girl, causing him to lose his mind.

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Chang Le practically dragged Shen Xingkong into his villa. The moment they entered the grand living room, Shen Xingkong froze in his tracks. The room was packed with people. As Shen Xingkong’s eyes scanned the room from left to right, he saw that apart from Chang Le, there wasn’t a single man in sight. It was all women, dressed to the nines, reminding Shen Xingkong of certain ancient entertainment establishments for men.

However, these women didn’t seem too lively, slouching in their seats around the living room, chatting idly with one another.

Chang Le, practically vibrating with excitement, dashed over to the women and clapped his hands twice. “Hey, hey, hey, ladies, wake up! The miracle doctor is here…”

As soon as the women heard Chang Le’s words, their demeanor changed instantly. Their eyes widened, and they all stood up, turning their attention to Shen Xingkong. At that moment, Shen Xingkong had the sudden urge to flee because the way these women were looking at him was terrifying—as if a pack of hungry wolves had just spotted a helpless lamb.

“Oh my, Dr. Shen, Dr. Shen…” Auntie Song emerged from the crowd of women, her face beaming with a smile as she hurried over to Shen Xingkong’s side. “You’ve finally arrived! We’ve been waiting for you all afternoon and well into the night!”

“Waiting for me? For what?” Shen Xingkong asked, a bit naively.

“Of course, we’re here to witness your miraculous skills... Hey, ladies, this is Dr. Shen, my little brother, my good friend!” Auntie Song suddenly grabbed onto Shen Xingkong’s arm, turning around to proudly introduce him to the other women.

“Ahhh…”

The women went wild on the spot, swarming Shen Xingkong and surrounding him, examining him from head to toe like he was some kind of rare specimen.

Auntie Song and Chang Le quickly stepped in to maintain order, doing their best to keep the women from getting too close to Shen Xingkong. They kept emphasizing that Shen Xingkong was their friend and that they had brought him here, all thanks to them. In short, the only reason these women could see Shen Xingkong tonight was because of Auntie Song and Chang Le’s efforts.

The night’s gathering had been organized by Chang Le and Auntie Song. After Shen Xingkong’s public display of his skills at “Floral Age,” where he had helped Xiao Hong lose eight pounds of belly fat, the women who witnessed it were utterly astonished. Afterward, they sang his praises to their friends, touting Shen Xingkong as a miracle worker who could rejuvenate youth, transform ugliness into beauty, cure children’s night terrors, and even reverse menopause—no problem at all.

Women’s pursuit of beauty is endless and sometimes downright crazy. Upon hearing about Shen Xingkong’s miraculous abilities, they were determined to have him perform some beauty treatments for them. Seizing the opportunity, Auntie Song and Chang Le stepped in as the doctor’s “representatives.” Auntie Song charged each woman 500 yuan as a referral fee, while Chang Le, who wasn’t hurting for money, decided to play the role of “casting couch” director. After all, not all of these women were in their thirties; there were plenty of young ones in the mix too.

Amidst the noisy atmosphere, Shen Xingkong estimated that there were at least fifty or sixty women in Chang Le’s living room. Even if he charged each of them 2,000 yuan for a beauty treatment, that would add up to 100,000 yuan—a substantial sum for Shen Xingkong.

But the more enticing the situation, the more he needed to stay calm. The money was practically sitting there, waiting for him to take it. Shen Xingkong suddenly raised both hands, and in an instant, the room fell silent—so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Ahem, ahem!” Shen Xingkong cleared his throat, his expression stern as his cold gaze swept over the women. “If you want a beauty treatment, don’t crowd around. Write down the treatment you want, each person can only choose one, and hand it over to Chang Le. That’s it. I’m going to rest for a bit.” With that, Shen Xingkong pushed his way through the crowd, swaggered over to the sofa, and sprawled out, casually grabbing an apple to munch on.

The women, all buzzing with excitement, quickly got to work. Chang Le handed out paper and pens, and the women eagerly wrote down the parts of themselves they were most dissatisfied with and wanted to improve. They then handed their notes to Chang Le, with a few young ladies even leaving a lipstick mark on his face.

Half an hour later, Chang Le handed a stack of notes to Shen Xingkong. Shen Xingkong casually glanced through them and immediately tossed out more than twenty.

“Those people can go home.”