I just got divorced, and a rich and beautiful woman dragged me to get a marriage certificate.

for a long time.

The heat has disappeared!

Chen Mo opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

The hands are still the same hands, but the skin seems firmer and the fingers are stronger than before.

Chen Mo clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking, feeling as if he could punch a hole in the wall.

Chen Mo stretched his body again, feeling full of power, and had the illusion that he could smash the earth with a single punch.

Chen Mo walked to the window and glanced at the height of the windowsill.

The top edge of the windowsill is about 1.8 meters high from the ground.

Chen Mo jumped lightly.

He sprang up like a spring, his head nearly hitting the ceiling.

Chen Mo quickly reached out and braced himself against the ceiling, then swiftly fell back to the ground.

Chen Mo looked at his legs, then at the ceiling, his mouth agape for a long time.

"I can jump that high? That's outrageous!"

What happened next was even more outrageous. Chen Mo closed his eyes and let his mental energy spread out from his mind.

Previously, it could only cover an area of ​​one meter around it, but now it has reached an astonishing two meters.

Everything within this area is clearly visible in every detail.

You can see the water flowing through the pipes under the floor and the routing of electrical wires inside the walls.

Chen Mo could even "see" what was happening in the bathroom:

Steam filled the air, and water from the showerhead dripped onto Lin Qingyin's shoulders, trickling down her collarbone.

She was soaked to the bone, water droplets dripping from her hair, exuding an irresistible allure.

Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes, his face flushed.

The range of mental energy projection has expanded; it was only one meter before, but now it has reached two meters.

This means that even without touching the object, Chen Mo can remotely detect objects within two meters.

Chen Mo took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Reaching 11 points in both physical and mental fitness is already outrageous. What level will it take to improve further?

Hulk?

Superman?

Or perhaps... becoming an immortal?

Chen Mo couldn't imagine it, but he was very much looking forward to it.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Lin Qingyin came out.

Her hair was wrapped in a bath towel, revealing her slender neck and a section of her fair shoulder.

She was wearing a black, silk slip dress that was so short it barely covered her upper thighs.

The neckline of the nightgown was very low, and the patch of white skin below the collarbone was dazzling.

Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, revealing glimpses of the curves of her inner thighs.

Her skin shimmered with a pearly sheen under the light, moist and soft...

Chen Mo stared wide-eyed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Lin Qingyin walked gracefully to Chen Mo and straddled his lap.

The hem of her nightgown was stretched open, revealing a large expanse of her fair and smooth thighs.

She wrapped her arms around Chen Mo's neck, looked down at him, a hint of slyness in her eyes and a touch of shyness in her expression.

"husband!"

Lin Qingyin called out, her voice as soft as cotton candy, "Am I pretty?"

Chen Mo's breathing quickened: "Beautiful!"

Lin Qingyin laughed, a smile so sweet it was almost cloying: "How does it compare to your ex-wife?"

Chen Mo reached out and placed his hand on her waist. Her waist was incredibly slender, so small that it could be grasped in one hand. Her skin was as smooth as silk, warm and soft to the touch.

"You're much prettier than her; she can't compare to you!"

Lin Qingyin was very satisfied with this answer. Her alluring red lips moved closer to Chen Mo's ear, and her warm breath brushed against his earlobe.

"Honey, I've thought it through! Love me fiercely now!"

"That is exactly what I wish for!"

Chen Mo picked up Lin Qingyin and strode towards the bed.

……

the next morning.

Chen Mo jumped out of bed, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

"My physical condition is definitely different at 11 o'clock. I was up until 3 a.m. last night, but I woke up today feeling refreshed and energetic, not tired at all!"

Recalling the madness of last night, Chen Mo couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth and look at Lin Qingyin.

Lin Qingyin was still asleep, her hair disheveled everywhere.

She kicked the blanket up to her waist, revealing a large expanse of her fair back and shoulders.

Perhaps Chen Mo's waking up startled Lin Qingyin, who groggily opened her eyes and tried to sit up, propping herself up on her arms.

He froze halfway through.

"hiss--"

Lin Qingyin gasped, then slumped back onto her pillow, a pained expression on her face.

"It's all your fault!"

"What's it to my fault?"

Chen Mo asked the question knowing the answer already.

"How dare you ask?"

Lin Qingyin glared at Chen Mo: "You're a beast! You have no sense of chivalry whatsoever! My bones are about to fall apart!"

Chen Mo chuckled awkwardly, "Aren't you enjoying it yourself?"

Lin Qingyin's face flushed red, and she scoffed, "Who enjoyed that... Nonsense..."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Alright, stop lying in bed. I have to go to the hospital later!"

Lin Qingyin nodded, muttering softly, "Isn't it said that men become impotent after thirty? How come you're so amazing?"

Chen Mo's lips curled up: "That's called extraordinary talent!"

"You big pervert..." Lin Qingyin's face turned red again.

Chen Mo kissed her forehead: "Get up!"

Lin Qingyin hummed in agreement, slowly got out of bed, and, supporting her waist, moved step by step toward the bathroom, not forgetting to turn back and glare at Chen Mo with eyes full of reproach.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Chen Mo drove to Ren'ai Hospital.

As soon as I parked the car, Dean Wang was already waiting.

Dean Wang was dressed in a sharp suit today, his hair neatly combed, as if he were going to attend some important meeting.

Standing next to him was a woman, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a well-tailored beige trench coat.

Her features were exquisite, and her hair was tied in a low ponytail, revealing a pair of jade earrings.

Dean Wang hurried over, his face beaming with a warm smile: "Mr. Chen, you've arrived! Was there much traffic?"

"good!"

Chen Mo nodded.

Dean Wang turned to the side and made a gesture of introduction:

"Mr. Chen, let me introduce you. This is Ms. Yang Churan, a family member of the patient!"

A woman named Yang Churan stepped forward and offered her hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed.

He was wearing a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

"Mr. Chen!"

Yang Churan's voice was clear and crisp, like a mountain spring, "Thank you for making this trip!"

As Yang Churan spoke, she looked Chen Mo up and down, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Obviously.

She doesn't believe Chen Mo!

This is normal, after all, Chen Mo looks to be under thirty years old and his clothes are very ordinary.

Can such an ordinary young man, who is only a bit handsome, really cure diseases?

Chen Mo didn't care. There were plenty of people who doubted him, so he didn't care about adding one more.

"Let's see the patient first!"

Chen Mo said calmly.

Dean Wang quickly led the way, saying, "This way, please!"

The three of them walked through the outpatient hall, took the elevator, and arrived at the special needs ward on the twelfth floor.

As expected of a special needs ward, the corridors were carpeted in dark gray, oil paintings hung on the walls, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

This place is a completely different world from the ordinary wards downstairs that are filled with the smell of disinfectant.

At the end of the corridor was a special care ward, the door ajar, and voices could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Dean Wang pushed open the door and stepped aside to let Chen Mo enter first:

"Mr. Chen, please!"