A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Gu Feng..."

Dean Peng opened his eyes and, upon seeing Gu Feng, thought he was dreaming.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. These days, he thinks about Gu Feng more often than he thinks about his wife.

After a while, I felt a chill all over my body and slowly came to my senses—it didn't seem like a dream.

Recalling everything that had just happened, and realizing he was standing there naked, his face immediately turned bright red, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether he should continue living as a human being.

"Hehe, Dean Peng is lucky. Luckily, you met me, Gu Feng. If it were anyone else, you'd probably be done for." Gu Feng rarely joked.

Upon hearing this, Dean Peng was filled with mixed emotions, unsure whether to be angry or grateful.

Ultimately, if you hadn't barged in out of nowhere, this whole mess probably wouldn't have happened.

Gu Feng put away the needles, but when he glanced down, he saw the wet patch on Dean Peng's lower body. He felt uncomfortable and quickly got up and moved aside.

When Peng Jingpei saw that her father had miraculously woken up under Gu Feng's hands, she was both surprised and amazed, and her sorrow turned into joy.

But when she saw her father's appalling appearance, she instinctively wanted to reach out and straighten his clothes, but her hand stopped halfway out of reach in embarrassment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yan Xinyue still sitting there, barely clothed, staring blankly at her father. He couldn't help but shout sternly, "You vixen, still having wet dreams? Get your father dressed right now!"

"Ah, oh!" Yan Xinyue suddenly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly came over to tidy up her husband. But her clothes were also disheveled, and she looked utterly ridiculous.

This scene was so melodramatic that Peng Jingpei turned her face away, not wanting to look, and reminded him, "Fix your own clothes first!"

Yan Xinyue was busy pulling up her husband's pants when Peng Liangpei reminded her that she had exposed herself. Her face flushed red, and she hurriedly tidied herself up.

After a chaotic scene, Dean Peng was finally helped to sit down on the sofa.

When Yan Xinyue learned that the young man who had saved her husband and averted an unwarranted disaster was the new transfer student, her feelings were so complex that words could not describe them.

By this point, she could no longer find a single reason to refuse this freshman from "switching" into her class.

Gratitude is a natural reaction.

But the most unbearable scene was witnessed by her own students. How should she, as their teacher, face these two students in the days to come?

Peng Jingpei is manageable; their feud has been going on for a long time. But what about this guy who's scrutinized me from head to toe...?

Thinking of this, Yan Xinyue felt both ashamed and guilty, and her head was throbbing with pain.

I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have bothered my husband with that kind of business in broad daylight. But when I looked at my husband sitting to the side, pale-faced, panting heavily, as if he had just been seriously ill, my heart ached again.

Forget about the trouble later, we can worry about that now. Getting him to the hospital is the priority.

So she picked up the stack of enrollment forms that Dean Peng had already filled out and stamped on the desk and handed them to Peng Liangpei: "Liangpei, could you take this student, Gu Feng, to complete the enrollment procedures?"

Peng Liangpei silently took the paperwork, gave her a cold glare, and without turning back, dragged Gu Feng away.

Gu Fengyuan wanted to leave a couple of medical instructions, such as "what to do after being hit by a stroke," but after thinking about it, he realized that the "victim" was a doctor himself, so he didn't bother to do anything more.

Even after the two left the office building, the awkwardness lingered in Peng Liangpei's mind for a long time.

The affection between husband and wife and the proper conduct of the Duke of Zhou are perfectly acceptable.

But the father and stepmother didn't choose the right place or the right time, and they were caught red-handed—that was the most shameful thing.

As the daughter, Peng Liangpei had no idea what her biological father and stepmother thought, but she herself felt extremely ashamed. It was as if she were the one who had committed that shameful act, and she couldn't muster the courage to face Gu Feng from beginning to end.

Gu Feng didn't have any particular feelings.

The only thing that left a deep impression on him from that scene was Teacher Yan's skin, which was as white as jade... The image, like the knot in Peng Liangpei's heart, lingered for quite a while.

"Gu Feng, I...I'm sorry, my dad and my stepmother..." Peng Liangpei blushed and finally managed to open her mouth.

She originally intended to say thank you, but somehow, what came out as "I'm sorry" turned out to be an apology, and she stopped herself from speaking in the end.

Gu Feng suddenly realized—those two were your father and your stepmother.

If it were Ding Hanhan, he would undoubtedly praise her, saying, "Like father, like daughter. Keep up the good work, and you will surely surpass your father."

But since the person in front of him was Peng Jingpei, he toned it down a bit and spoke in a very gentle tone: "It's okay, Jingpei. They are them, and you are you. I understand."

Gu Feng's words of comfort eased Peng Liangpei's embarrassment considerably, and she felt even more grateful to him.

But she still didn't dare to meet his eyes, so she walked while looking down at his admission notice and related forms.

To her surprise, Gu Feng was in the same class as her, and their homeroom teacher was none other than the shameless and dissolute woman from earlier.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sneer inwardly: Yan Xinyue, you vixen, now your tricks have been exposed to others. Let's see how you face people in the future, let's see if you can still be so arrogant and domineering—humph.

Each with their own thoughts, they walked slowly forward.

Peng Jingpei finally recovered from the awkwardness of the previous scene and couldn't help but break the silence: "Gu Feng, where did you go to school before?"

"Once upon a time..." Gu Feng thought to himself, "You probably wouldn't understand what happened before," so he answered vaguely, "In the countryside."

"The countryside?" Peng Liangpei's eyes widened, then she shook her head. "I'm asking where you learned traditional Chinese medicine. Your acupuncture and massage were amazing! My dad... he clearly had a stroke, but after you tapped and massaged him and stuck a few needles in him, he actually woke up."

"Oh, you're asking about that? That's... a family heirloom," Gu Feng replied casually.

"Oh." Peng Jingpei nodded. Judging from his demeanor, he did indeed have the air of someone with family-inherited medical skills. She paused, then asked, "Have you studied clinical medicine?"

Clinical? Gu Feng was secretly taken aback. Did he really need to learn how to have sex? When he and Su Man'er were in bed together, it was something he mastered without a teacher.

"Have you studied it before, or not?" Peng Jingpei pressed on.

Gu Feng's face flushed slightly. He thought to himself, "Women these days are so open-minded that they're willing to discuss such topics so openly?" He didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only shake his head awkwardly.

"You haven't studied it? That's going to be tricky. There's only about a month left in this semester before the break, and by this time next year, we'll be doing our internships. You only have one year left, but you have to catch up on four years of theory. It'll probably be very difficult." Peng Liangpei was genuinely worried for him.

Hearing this, Gu Feng finally realized what she meant—the "clinical" she was referring to didn't mean undressing and going to bed, but rather serious homework.

"Gu Feng, this year seems long, but it's actually gone in the blink of an eye. You can't be like others, drifting through life aimlessly and doing nothing," Peng Liangpei warned him first.

"I know, I won't just coast along. Thank you, Liangpei." Gu Feng felt a warmth in his heart and said earnestly.

"Just call me by my name, stop calling me 'classmate,' it's so cheesy," Peng Liangpei said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you, Liangpei." Gu Feng readily agreed, but still awkwardly clasped his hands in a fist salute to her—of course he would do his best. Whether it was in his studies or in future in-depth exchanges and discussions with her.

Seeing his comical appearance, Peng Liangpei laughed even harder, her chest heaving, which made Gu Feng's heart pound with fear.

The two appeared in the medical school chatting and laughing, behaving intimately, like a perfect couple.

Those who knew Mu Meiren's past temperament were all greatly surprised and turned their heads in surprise.

Having been in school for nearly three years, this beautiful girl has always been pure, elegant, and noble, and has never been involved in any scandals with any boys. Everyone thought she was immune to all worldly affairs.

But now, she is openly chatting and laughing with a boy, and they are seen together everywhere.

Could it be that the mustard greens have finally blossomed in October and are now in the throes of spring?

Looking at the man beside her, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh—a beautiful flower, in the end, was stuck in cow dung.

Although that lump of cow dung did look like extremely nutritious cow dung, even the best of the best, that didn't change the fact that it was still just a lump of cow dung.

Peng Liangpei helped Gu Feng complete all the enrollment procedures, and when she turned around and saw that he was still carrying a pile of luggage on his shoulder, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't taken care of his accommodation yet.