A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The girls and boys in Class 2 of Clinical Medicine have always kept to themselves.

Therefore, although the boys were enthusiastic, none of the girls took the initiative to greet them.

This is not surprising—girls are naturally reserved, and besides, everyone in this class is quite good-looking, so their aspirations are naturally a bit higher than others.

As for their fate... Gu Feng only knew some medical skills and couldn't tell fortunes, so he had no way of knowing what their destinies would be.

Looking back, no matter how I look at it, I still think the wooden beauty next to me is the most pleasing to the eye.

If the relationship can be improved further, there might actually be a chance to develop something beyond friendship.

Keeping the red flag flying high at home while having colorful flags fluttering outside is the facade of a modern "good man"; but Gu Feng's hometown "Da Liao" is far more straightforward—there, people directly hang colorful flags all over their homes, as many as they can manage.

Gu Feng naturally knew that the world was now a monogamous society, but deep down, he hadn't yet been able to establish this modern standard.

What's more, Su Man'er had even half-jokingly encouraged him to make more friends.

Now that we've become friends, in-depth discussions are naturally inevitable.

As Gu Feng's mind wandered through these thoughts, Peng Liangpei's gaze happened to turn in their direction.

Their eyes met, like a spark ignited in the still night, and both their hearts skipped a beat before they hurriedly looked away. A thin blush had quietly crept onto Mu Meiren's cheeks.

In this class, Mu Meiren has always been low-key.

No arguing, no making a fuss, no showing off!

He maintained a respectful distance from his classmates, neither too close nor too distant.

Amidst the bustling crowds, she always sat quietly alone in an inconspicuous corner, observing the world's superficiality with a detached eye.

She could be feisty at times, but she was never as sharp as Chu Xinran; she could be a little cold, but she was far from being as unsympathetic as Ding Hanhan; she was also exceptionally beautiful, like a fairy, but she never had the mind to compare herself with others.

For nearly three years, the classmates never saw Mu Meiren be particularly close to any girl, let alone any boy.

Gu Feng was perhaps the first man in her life who made her look at him differently.

Women are inherently emotional beings. Most of the time, they allow their emotions to take over their minds.

Men, on the other hand, often use their lower bodies to control their minds.

Peng Jingpei is precisely the most sentimental type.

Her mother's passing stirred up a raging storm in her once tranquil heart.

Before the trauma had truly healed, her father remarried and left home, making the blow even heavier.

After a series of misfortunes, she shut herself off layer by layer.

Gu Feng stumbled into her tightly closed world almost without her noticing.

That time on the bus, she was harassed by a group of hooligans. She appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was panicking and terrified.

If Gu Feng hadn't stepped in to save her, she probably would have swallowed her anger and fled when they reached their destination.

But from then on, a dark shadow was likely to be added to the already gloomy heart.

It was Gu Feng's subtle prompting that made her release all her pent-up emotions.

Watching the gang leader clutch his bloodied groin and wail in pain, she felt a surge of relief amidst her fear—as if she were using that pen to vent all her resentment towards the world.

They met again at the pavilion this morning, and Peng Jingpei recognized him at a glance.

Seeing him being intentionally or unintentionally excluded by the crowd, her innate feminine tenderness suddenly surfaced, and she took the initiative to speak to him.

In that office filled with an absurd and decadent atmosphere, Peng Liangpei was initially filled with sorrow and hatred, shame and pain, but more than anything, she was genuinely worried.

No matter how terrible her father was, he was still a relative connected to her by blood, and the only close relative she had left in this world.

If something were to happen to him, she truly didn't know how she would manage to get through the rest of her life alone.

It was Gu Feng again. In her moment of panic and confusion, he stepped forward steadily and used his miraculous and decisive methods to save her father, who had suffered a stroke, from danger.

At that moment, besides the chaotic sadness in her heart, she was also filled with gratitude.

Today, having witnessed him once again defeat the arrogant prejudice with his sharp and insightful eloquence and his almost miraculous traditional Chinese medicine skills, Peng Liangpei was completely impressed by the man before her.

In her eyes, Gu Feng was far superior to those boys in the class who only knew how to eat, drink, and relieve themselves.

In her heart, his image had been elevated to a very high level—he was a real man, a true man who stood tall and upright.

Mu Meiren truly admires Gu Feng.

Although I appreciate it now, it doesn't yet qualify as true liking.

However, if the fallen flowers truly have feelings, then the flowing water is unlikely to be too heartless.

"Love," a subject that others have already discussed to the point of exhaustion, seems to be something she can try to learn.

At some point, her thoughts surprisingly resonated with Gu Feng's.

However, the thoughts of the ancient official were far less tender than hers—in the Liao Dynasty, people mostly skipped the process of falling in love.

A couple on their wedding night may never have met before the red veil is lifted.

Therefore, Gu Feng, who still retains the traditional ideas of the Liao Dynasty at heart, does not care so much about the process.

All he wanted was a result.

When school was over, Peng Liangpei, who usually dawdled, was unusually quick and efficient today. She had only one thought in mind—she wanted to walk with Gu Feng.

However, her secret worry seemed somewhat unnecessary; even if she lingered until the entire building was empty, he would probably still be quietly waiting there.

"Gu Feng, haven't you gone to pick up your textbooks yet?" Peng Liangpei turned her head and gently reminded him.

"Where do we pick it up?" Gu Feng asked, slightly taken aback.

"...Well, I can't say for sure either. I'm afraid you'll have to ask that old vixen." Peng Liangpei bit her lip.

"Which one?" Gu Feng was puzzled for a moment.

"It's the one you saw in the office today." Peng Jingpei's voice revealed undisguised hatred.

"Huh?" Gu Feng's eyes widened suddenly—that woman who looked like she needed to be taught a lesson was actually their teacher; it was too cliché.

He couldn't help but sigh silently to himself. Peng Jingpei couldn't help but recall the scene she had witnessed that morning, her face burning with embarrassment, and she couldn't continue what she was saying.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Gu Feng quickly changed the subject: "Liang Pei, after two classes I realized that I don't understand a lot of what the teacher is saying."

"Can't understand?" Peng Liangpei snapped out of her daze, and after a moment's thought, she realized, "That's true. Although you know traditional Chinese medicine, you have no background in Western medicine. It's bound to be much more difficult for you to listen to Associate Professor Tian's lectures directly."

"Then what should I do?" Gu Feng scratched his forehead, looking troubled.

"Naturally, we'll make up for what we missed before, little by little," Peng Jingpei said matter-of-factly.

"But there's no one who can fix it for me," Gu Feng sighed, looking troubled.

"Nobody?" Peng Jingpei raised her eyebrows, almost without thinking, "Am I not human?"

"Really? You're willing to tutor me?" Gu Feng's eyes lit up immediately.

If this were possible, one could both catch up on lessons and spend time with a beautiful woman—truly a win-win situation.

"Of course it's true, why would I lie to you?"

Peng Liangpei had to admit to herself that Gu Feng possessed a strange, infectious charm, and his smile quickly spread to her lips. However, this relaxed and harmonious smile froze a moment not far from the school gate—because she spotted that fiery beauty, Chu Xinran, whom she could never seem to avoid.

Is this woman truly a persistent ghost?

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Just as Peng Jingpei was about to step forward to meet the challenge, her sleeve was gently tugged by the person beside her.

"Liangpei, do you remember what you said to me today?" Gu Feng asked.

"Which sentence?" Peng Liangpei turned around, puzzled.

"You said back then—" Gu Feng glanced at her and said gently, "Gu Feng, why did you lower yourself to the level of those vulgar people?"

Upon hearing this, Peng Liangpei's face flushed slightly.

She naturally understood that Gu Feng was using his own words to advise her not to stoop to Chu Xinran's level. If it were anyone else, Miss Peng might not have been willing to give them that face.

But since it was Gu Feng who said those words, she could no longer harden her heart and could only sigh softly: "Well, living in this mortal world, who can truly escape worldly customs?"

"Hehe..." Gu Feng laughed.

Isn't that exactly what he himself once said?

Peng Jingpei couldn't help but laugh. The unpleasantness that had been weighing on her heart vanished almost instantly. She raised her hand and waved it lightly at him: "Alright, for your sake, I won't bother with her—she's not trying to bother me anyway. But I must remind Gu, don't fall for her honey trap too easily."

"Don't worry, thanks for the reminder, Liangpei." Gu Feng smiled and waved to her.

He already knew perfectly well what kind of woman Chu Xinran was.