RNP Chapter 509 If social death had ranks, Zi Tong would have directly rushed to the King rank.
Chapter 509 If social death had ranks, Zi Tong would have directly rushed to the King rank.
In the consultation room, the female doctor, who was typing on the keyboard, paused for a moment.
She looked up, her gaze passing over the computer screen and landing on Lin Feng standing at the door.
With a hint of doubt in her eyes, she clearly didn't recognize the young doctor standing at the door, but she still spoke up.
"Come in."
Lin Feng went inside and closed the door behind him.
Then he walked to the examination table but did not sit down.
With a flick of his wrist, he started taking things out of the storage space.
The first item—a set of high-end skincare products.
The exquisite dark gift box features a gold-stamped brand logo that subtly reflects light under the lamp.
In the supernatural world, this brand of cosmetics holds a similar status to La Mer or La Prairie in the human world; a complete set is enough to earn an average supernatural person half a year's salary.
He gently placed the gift box on the table and pushed it in front of the female doctor.
The female ghost lowered her gray-blue eyes slightly and glanced at the gift box.
Her expression didn't change much, but the shadow symbiote behind her suddenly stopped its slow movement, like a cat that had caught the scent of its prey, and its entire shadow shifted slightly towards the gift box.
Lin Feng did not stop.
He flipped his wrist again—and a second item appeared on the table.
A luxury handbag.
The bag is made of some kind of dark leather with an indistinct material and subtle flowing patterns on the surface.
An irregularly shaped gemstone, between deep red and dark purple, is embedded in the clasp. When viewed against the light, it appears as if something inside is slowly turning around.
The consultation room was silent for about two seconds.
The female doctor's gaze slowly shifted from the two objects to Lin Feng's face, and a crack appeared in the cold, icy surface of her gray-blue eyes.
"Tell me, what do you need my help with?"
Lin Feng gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. He was right about the ghost again this time!
He remained calm and briefly explained his situation.
After hearing this, the female doctor blinked her gray-blue eyes.
The shadow symbiote behind her silently unfurled, its dark tentacles slowly circling in the air, as if stretching or expressing some kind of pleasant mood.
"That's it?" The female doctor's voice carried a hint of surprise and lightness.
Lin Feng nodded: "That's right, it's a small matter for you."
The female ghost's lips curved slightly: "Easy."
As she spoke, she stood up, subtly picked up her skincare products and bag, placed them in the drawer under the examination table, and then walked out, casually asking, "What's your patient's name?"
"Purple Eyes".
The female doctor nodded, asked no further questions, and walked out of the specialist clinic, heading towards consultation room number 3 at a leisurely pace.
Lin Feng followed behind her, keeping a distance of two steps.
When the door to consultation room number three was pushed open, Zi Tong was sitting listlessly in the patient chair, looking down at her fingernails.
Hearing the door open, she looked up, a layer of expectation appearing in her vertical pupils, then that light froze.
The person who came in was not Lin Feng.
A white coat, a low bun, gray-blue eyes as calm as a stagnant pool, and a dark shadow floating behind him.
The shadowy figure silently crouched behind her shoulder, its outline vaguely human-shaped, as if it could pounce at any moment and devour her whole, soul and all.
Zi Tong's pupils contracted slightly.
That shadow... she couldn't see through it.
It's not as simple as a symbiote; it's more like some kind of sealed object, or a high-level monster that has been tamed, with a deep and dangerous aura.
If it really came down to a fight, she might not even be able to handle that shadowy figure, let alone with herself added to the mix.
"Who are you...?" Zi Tong's voice held a hint of restraint and probing.
The female doctor glanced at her, her tone indifferent:
"My name is Chen Lan, the chief gynecologist. Your condition is quite complicated. Xiao Lin couldn't handle it, so she specifically asked me to help."
Zi Tong was taken aback, her eyes widening slightly: "I just... have a bit of inflammation, it's nothing serious."
The implication was that Dr. Lin could definitely handle this minor ailment.
Chen Lan's grey-blue eyes held no superfluous emotion.
"You feel it's inflammation, but some serious illnesses like to lurk under the guise of inflammation, and no one will know unless you check carefully."
"Moreover, Kobayashi is still relatively inexperienced and prone to misjudgment."
"Didn't you come here for a medical consultation? I, the chief specialist, am here to see you for free. You should be happy."
Zi Tong's gaze passed over Chen Lan's shoulder and landed on Lin Feng's face, who was standing at the door.
Lin Feng met her gaze, his expression sincere: "I'm not very experienced and I'm afraid I might delay your treatment. Director Chen is much more professional than me. Let her examine you; don't worry."
Zi Tong opened her mouth, then closed it again.
After all, logically speaking, it's a win for the expert to come and treat you.
If she were to persist in making a scene and insisting that Lin Feng come to see it, wouldn't her true intentions be written all over her face?
Zi Tong swallowed her anger and lowered her voice: "...Alright, then I'll trouble Director Chen."
Chen Lan had already washed her hands at the sink, and while drying them, she gestured with her chin towards the examination bed: "Lie down."
Zi Tong glanced at the shadow behind Chen Lan, but ultimately didn't dare to make a scene. She could only obediently walk to the examination bed and sit down.
She took off her boots, and her ankles, encased in black stockings, gleamed faintly under the light.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, then lay down, her long, silver-gray hair spreading out on the white sheets.
Chen Lan put on sterile gloves and walked to the foot of the examination bed:
"relax."
Purple Eyes' eyelashes trembled.
........................
Lin Feng sat in the chair in front of the examination table, with his back to the examination bed and facing the computer screen.
The computer has a built-in solitaire game running.
He picked a card, dragged it onto the table, and put it down.
He picked up another card, dragged it onto the top, and put it down.
5 minute later.
Chen Lan took off her gloves and threw them into the medical waste bin. While washing her hands, she said to Zi Tong, "You can get up now."
Zi Tong sat up, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang a schoolbag.
Chen Lan walked to the consultation table and said to Lin Feng:
"The clinical signs of pelvic inflammatory disease are clear. In addition, there is inflammation in the local passage, which is not severe, but it needs to be treated simultaneously."
As Lin Feng listened, he had already prepared the pen in his hand to write the prescription.
Chen Lan paused, glanced at Zi Tong who had returned to the consultation table, then looked away, lowering her voice slightly:
"Also, there are tears in the skin and mucous membranes. As for how that happened..."
Zi Tong, who had been idly swinging her legs, froze instantly upon hearing these words, as if struck by Medusa's gaze.
Chen Lan continued, "Overall, we'll do a week of anti-inflammatory treatment, and add another set," she looked up at Lin Feng, "a traditional Chinese medicine to calm the mind and reduce worldly desires, the kind that makes you forget worldly thoughts."
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then wrote down the name of the medicine without changing his expression.
"Purple Eyes," Chen Lan called her name.
"Huh?" Zi Tong sat up straight instinctively.
Chen Lan looked at her earnestly and said, "When you have free time, try to read more positive things. Don't always be so self-absorbed; it's not good for your health."
There was a two-second silence in the examination room.
Zi Tong's face turned red at a visible speed, burning from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears.
"I...I didn't?!" she finally managed to utter, her voice shrill and urgent, and she sprang up from her chair.