The person who knocked their head was reportedly accidentally knocked down the stairs, with blood all over their face and several splashes on their shirt. For such a serious injury, even the most efficient doctor would need at least twenty minutes to attend to it. Liu Su was carried into the inner room by Qin Feng, who made room for the injured patient. Qin Feng looked at the wine in his hands and said, "This is Qin Family's Trauma Wine!" Liu Su frowned. "Brother, that's your company's product, right? How's it working?" Qin Feng shrugged and replied, "As long as it's not counterfeit or substandard, it'll definitely cure the ailment—no need for daily massage treatments at all!" Liu Su immediately nodded in agreement, saying, "That's exactly what doctors do—come up with unnecessary treatments. Didn't you notice? He's trying to take advantage of me!" Qin Da shook his head, indicating he hadn't noticed anything unusual. There was still one thing he couldn't make sense of—he had always believed Liu Su had faked her sprained ankle, but now it seemed genuine. Could it be a coincidence, or had she mastered the art of spraining it so well? It seemed impossible. He'd heard of a condition called "recurrent ankle sprains," but never of someone being able to sprain their ankle instantly. How could he not have noticed it? At that very moment, as the doctor lifted his gaze, Qin Da saw a familiar sense of recognition in his eyes—a look distinctly unique to seasoned "beach-wolves," one only fellow practitioners could perceive. "He chuckled, 'It's just a simple medication application, right? I'm happy to help.' He sat down beside the beautiful girl, reaching out to remove her cotton socks, revealing her smooth, delicate feet. Though slender, the feet were also pleasantly full-bodied, with purple nail polish on each of the five long toes—quite lively. For anyone who's a true fan of feet, seeing such a lovely pair would surely make them instantly captivated, eager to embrace and kiss passionately. He admired, 'I'm sure many people have already praised your feet, haven't they?' 'Indeed,' Liu Su said with confidence, then added with a seductive tone, 'Besides your feet, there are many other aspects of me that are equally perfect. Would you like to know about them?' 'No,' Qin, the young nobleman, shook his head, then shifted his tone, 'Just knowing isn't enough—I want to see!' 'Ah, you're such a bad boy,' she smiled. The beautiful girl gave him a withering look, intending to continue her teasing. But Qin's attention had already shifted to the medicinal wine and cotton swabs. With the cotton swab dipped in the wine, he gently and evenly applied it to Liu Su's slender ankles—something he found effortless. Not only was a simple sprained ankle a breeze for him, but even in cases of gunshot or knife wounds, he was fully capable of providing immediate first aid. As a top-tier assassin, such skills were essential. The medicinal wine contained menthol, which cooled the skin upon contact, causing Liu Su to involuntarily curl into a tight ball, hugging her knees while her large eyes fixed intently on him. To Qin, she was merely a patient, and thus he remained deeply focused. A man who is fully absorbed in his concentration naturally draws greater attention from women. "Classmate, just stay in your dorm today and rest. You'll be feeling much better by tomorrow. As for the doctor's recommendations about massage and other treatments, you can simply ignore them," he smiled. "Oh, I'll call the teacher to take leave right away," she said, in a polite tone. After wiping the medicine, he secured the bottle cap and set it aside. Liu Su then placed her legs by the side of the bed and began making small, gentle movements. "Almost ready, shall we go now?" Qin Feng suggested. "I want you to carry me out," she lifted both arms, making a clear request to be carried. "Very well, then, I'll see this journey through to the end." Qin Feng first tucked the medicine wine into her pocket, then bent down to lift her. As his hands just touched her body, Liu Su suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down firmly. With Qin Feng's strength, not only would a girl, but even a solid, sturdy man, find it difficult to gain the upper hand in such a manner. Yet he didn't resist—because he was eager to find out exactly what she intended—so he willingly went down, pressing her beneath his body. "Wait, what are you doing, I'm a serious person!" He deliberately acted慌张. "You asked for payment from me, didn't you? I'm giving it to you right now. Whatever you'd like—just say the word." Liu Su gently kissed his ear. Good heavens, how direct! He had proposed staying in the hotel room just a moment ago—why had he refused then, pretending to be so pure? And now, after only a short while, he was already eager to embrace her. "Are you absolutely sure you said that, senior?" he chuckled, smiling. "This is the medical room, after all. There's another doctor and four or five students outside. What if someone happens to walk in and interrupts us?" "How about that? You don't even have the courage to face this!" Liu Su began to use her persuasive tactics. Qin, the young noble, thought to himself: once things really heated up, he wouldn't be satisfied unless it lasted at least ten minutes. From the way he was handling it, he clearly had strong endurance. Therefore, they must find a quieter, safer place. He thought Liu Su must be no ordinary person. To fully understand her true intentions, if necessary, a staged encounter would be perfectly acceptable—just like on the plane with flight attendant Cui Yanhui. They shared a passionate moment, then resumed their lives as if nothing had happened, neither one bothering the other. It would be enough to treat it as a beautiful chance meeting. "Li, do you really want me?" Liu Su began kissing his neck. "Given your stunning figure, anyone would surely want you," he said, trying to keep his growing passion in check. "But this place is just too awkward. I'm afraid if you get too loud during the moment, people outside will notice. If they secretly film us, it might seriously damage your reputation!" Liu Su looked at him with a graceful, alluring expression, chuckling softly, "Do you think I still have any good reputation left? Even if you try to present yourself as Liu Xiaohui, no one will call you a good person. My dear, when you're in your prime, seize the moment and enjoy life—don't let your golden cup face the moon empty!" Good heavens, I never thought my senior could be so seductively charming—what a revelation! With a voice full of magnetic allure, she continued, "Once you pass this village, there'll be no more such a shop. So, my dear, never regret this moment."