A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Gu Feng opened the door, only to find a large group of people standing outside, all dressed in white.

Leading the group was Ding Lisheng, who looked anxious and worried, followed by a group of doctors.

"Gu Feng, how is Han Han?" Ding Lisheng asked, trying to rush inside, but Gu Feng nimbly reached out and blocked him from entering.

Although your daughter is yours, her beautiful, fully developed body is not for you to see.

Gu Feng glanced at the crowd and spotted a woman among the doctors. He beckoned to her and stepped aside.

Everyone present immediately understood—there must be something inside that's not something that can be seen by others.

The female doctor was quite sensible; she didn't ask any questions and went inside with her emergency kit.

But when she glanced into the security room, she was shocked: Ding Hanhan was lying on the table, her skirt torn up to her waist, her eyes vacant, and tears streaming down her face.

The female doctor snapped out of her daze and quickly closed the door behind her.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that she had only suffered minor cuts and lacerations, with the cuts being no more than two centimeters deep. Such minor injuries could be treated cleanly on the spot.

Without further delay, she deftly opened the first-aid kit and began preparing to clean and suture the wound.

Outside the door, Ding Lisheng opened his mouth again to ask, but Gu Feng spoke first: "Uncle Ding, she only suffered minor injuries, it's nothing serious, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Ding Lisheng finally felt relieved. He looked up and saw the large bags and bundles slung over Gu Feng's shoulder, and couldn't help but ask, "What's this...?"

"I came here to study, and I just arrived today to register. It just so happens that we ran into each other," Gu Feng explained casually.

"It seems Uncle Ding owes you a huge favor again. If it weren't for you today, Hanhan's life would probably be in danger." Ding Lisheng had already learned the general outline of the whole incident from Abu.

"It's nothing, just a coincidence." Gu Feng was in a bad mood. If he could choose, he would truly wish he hadn't encountered this. He gave a perfunctory reply and tried to leave, but Ding Lisheng wouldn't let him go.

"Gu Feng, about what happened today..."

"Uncle Ding, I need to rush to register now. We can talk about Ding Hanhan later, okay? She only suffered a minor injury. After treating her wound and applying some medicine, she won't miss any classes." Gu Feng said impatiently.

Ding Hanhan's actions truly stung him and made him feel a lot of pain.

However, he couldn't pinpoint exactly where the pain was.

"Alright, you can go and report for duty first." Ding Lisheng also felt that this was not the time to talk, so he let Gu Feng leave first.

……

Meanwhile, in the dean's office of Shenzhen Medical College, a female teacher was having a heated argument with Dean Peng.

"Dean, how did this new student end up here?"

"If we don't put it there, where else would we put it? Your class has the fewest students."

"Dean, what kind of talk is that? My experimental class may be small, with only about thirty students, but it's not like just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can be thrown in. Every student in my class is a top student selected from the best students in other majors at Shenzhen University, chosen through layers of selection, picking and choosing, and sifting. They are all elite students to be cultivated with special attention. You suddenly give me this new student, that's not in accordance with the rules!" The female teacher's face turned red with anger.

"Calm down, calm down." Dean Peng pressed his hands together in mid-air to signal her to calm down. "Rules are made by people, and special cases need to be handled specially. I've looked into this freshman, and he's really quite good."

"No, I won't allow it. I can't let one bad apple spoil the whole bunch. Look at his file, it's completely blank, just 'five years of private school'—what does that mean? Did he not even graduate from elementary school?"

The female teacher slammed the file onto Dean Peng's desk with a "smack," and said angrily.

"Professor Yan, this matter was decided by the college leadership team through discussion. Please follow the organization's arrangements, okay? This boy is really outstanding. You'll see once you mentor him." Dean Peng had no other choice but to resort to official jargon.

"Fat Seaweed, don't give me that crap. You keep talking about the leadership team, but who doesn't know that you're the one who makes all the decisions?" The female teacher's anger hadn't subsided at all, and she even called out Dean Peng's nickname.

"You—" Dean Peng was about to lose his temper at being so disrespectful to his subordinate, but when he saw the female teacher's pretty face flushed with anger, he didn't dare to lose his temper at all. Instead, he quickly walked to the door, cautiously glanced outside, quickly closed the door, turned around and pleaded in a low voice, "Grandma, can you please not shout so loudly? I listen to you at home, but at work, you have to give me some face."

"Why should I?"

The female teacher was none other than Dean Peng's wife, Yan Xinyue.

"Just because you're my wife," Dean Peng said with a grin, stepping forward to put his arm around her slender waist.

"Get away. You still know I'm your wife? You know I'm your wife and you still let other men put me in your wife's arms? What kind of husband are you?" Yan Xinyue's face was long and she slapped his restless hand away.

"Hey, hey, how can you talk like that..." Dean Peng's forehead was covered in sweat.

"That's how I talk. Before we got married, I don't know who it was, shamelessly saying that he would definitely respect me, would definitely love me well, and so on, talking a good game. And now? When you're happy, you come to flirt with me, and when you're not happy, you tell me to step aside. Fatty, what do you take me for?" Yan Xinyue became angrier and angrier as she spoke.

"Well, how did this come about? It's just a matter of a freshman, you're going off on a tangent." Dean Peng said, forcing a smile again. "Besides, with your education, your quality, your manners, plus your figure and appearance, how can you be compared to that?"

"I've never seen anything like this before," Dean Peng thought to himself.

"Hmph." Yan Xinyue felt a little better after hearing the flattery, but she still sat down on the sofa with a huff.

Seeing that his wife was showing signs of relenting, Dean Peng quickly pressed his advantage and earnestly advised, "Honey, think about it. Actually, I'm not happy about sending this transfer student to your school either."

"You didn't want to send it to me, yet you let him send it here? Look at all these forms and paperwork, all filled out in my class. You're just acting first and asking questions later, clearly taking advantage of me!"

"Wife, let me finish. I have my own difficulties." Dean Peng has never liked to use force—he rarely gets truly tough—and at this moment he still maintains a gentle approach. "My position as dean is under constant scrutiny. If I make even the slightest mistake, people will gossip. No teacher likes accepting transfer students. If I put this new student in someone's class, that person will have a problem with me, and then how can I carry out my work? Didn't you say you would fully support my work?"

"Oh, you're afraid others will have opinions about you, but aren't you afraid your wife will have opinions about you?"

"How can this be the same? We're a couple, we can discuss anything, right? Do you really think you'd do what others do and report this to higher-ups?" Dean Peng paused, lowering his voice even further. "Besides, this student is really important, he's involved in..."

Seeing that her husband had already put it this way, Yan Xinyue knew in her heart that there was most likely no turning back. Although she understood the difficulties her husband faced in his position, she still wouldn't let it go: "Stop, stop! I don't care whose connections he has or how powerful his relationships are. If you insist on forcing him on me, fine—I'll punish you with three months of probation..."

"I'm not allowed in your room for three months?"

Dean Peng's eyes lit up, thinking that he could finally take a long vacation.

"Wrong! I'm punishing you by making you come to my room every day for three months, and you have to hand in your homework properly every night. Otherwise, you can just give him to someone else," Yan Xinyue said fiercely.

"Heavens, Aunt Yan, you might as well just kill me already. Kill me now." Dean Peng's face immediately fell.

"Hmph, you decide for yourself. If you dare to be stubborn, you'd better be prepared for a tough fight." Any other woman would probably have stormed off after saying that, but Yan Xinyue wasn't that kind of person. Not only did she not leave, but she stood in front of Dean Peng with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised, and said crisply, "I'll give you two seconds—think it over yourself."

"Consider what?" Dean Peng felt a chill run down his spine when he saw the ill-intentioned look on her face. This was not a good sign.

"Are you absolutely determined to force him to stay with me?"

"Honey, could you please stop using that word so often..."

"What else can we use if not this? I don't care about that now. You'll have to get past me before he can transfer to my class." Yan Xinyue practically gritted her teeth as she pushed Dean Peng onto the sofa.

"What are you doing? This is an office, ah~~"