204: Chapter 204 The Lord's Ordeal! A Deadly Moment in the Proctology Department!

The scientific research and infrastructure projects of the Cyber Freedom Republic were in full swing.

But their Supreme Lord, Lin Zhou himself, encountered an unforeseen "catastrophe" at the headquarters in Beijing.

Inside an office at the Beijing Suburbs headquarters.

Lin Zhou was leaning back in his chair, admiring the real-time surveillance footage sent back by Jack.

Just as he was about to stand up to pour a glass of water, a sudden twinge in an unspeakable area of his lower body caused a piercing pain that nearly made him scream out!

"Hiss—"

Lin Zhou gasped, freezing halfway through standing up, his features contorting in pain.

The pain was unreasonably sharp, boring straight into the marrow of his bones!

"Lord, what's wrong?"

Qin Yue, who was reporting on work nearby, immediately spoke up in concern upon seeing his state.

"It's... it's nothing."

Lin Zhou waved his hand, fine beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, his voice wavering as he spoke. "Maybe... I've been sitting too long, my legs are numb."

He forced himself to maintain his lordly demeanor, his body stiff as a board as he shuffled out of the office one step at a time.

Every step was exceptionally difficult.

As soon as he returned to his room and closed the door, Lin Zhou could no longer hold it together.

With a thud, he collapsed straight onto the soft bed, grimacing in pain and nearly crying out.

He was done for!

This familiar torment meant he didn't need to think twice to know where the problem lay.

Days of sitting for long periods, staying up late, and working around the clock to handle the geniuses in Group A, combined with constant social engagements and irregular eating habits...

After this series of blows, his body had finally issued its most severe protest.

He, the monarch of a sovereign nation, actually...

...had hemorrhoids.

And judging by this agonizing level of pain, it was likely no minor issue!

Early the next morning.

After a night of suffering and repeated internal struggle, Lin Zhou finally made a decision.

He rummaged through his things and found a mask, a baseball cap, and a large pair of sunglasses, covering his handsome face completely.

Then, all alone, he sneakily slipped into an expensive private hospital.

Registration.

—Proctology Department.

Sitting on the bench outside the consultation room, Lin Zhou felt his life turn gray.

The people sitting around him were all elderly men and women, each looking miserable. Seeing a young man so heavily disguised, their gazes were filled with the sympathy and understanding of fellow sufferers.

Lin Zhou buried his head even lower, wishing he could dig a hole in the ground and bury himself.

"Next, Lin Zhou!"

A clear voice calling his name came from the nurse's station.

The muscles in Lin Zhou's back suddenly tensed up.

Under the encouraging gazes of the elderly bystanders, every step he took felt like walking on knives.

With his head down, he slipped into the consultation room like a thief, closing the door behind him.

"Please sit. Where is the discomfort?"

A clear, pleasant, and intellectually magnetic female voice sounded.

This voice... why does it sound a bit familiar?

Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively looked up.

He froze in place, all his movements coming to a halt.

Sitting across from him was a female doctor with a gentle and intellectual aura, wearing a snow-white coat and gold-rimmed glasses.

This face...

He recognized this face!

Lin Zhou's temples throbbed!

Wasn't this one of the two top-tier beauties he had met a while ago in Hainan, who had approached him on the beach and later at the hotel bar?!

The female doctor also recognized him.

Her beautiful eyes widened in surprise at first, and then an irrepressible smile spread from her eyes to her brows.

"So it's you." She picked up the medical record on the desk, glanced at the name, and parted her red lips to read it slowly. "Lin Zhou... Is it really you?"

Lin Zhou's cheeks flared up instantly, hot enough to fry an egg.

He wished he could find a crack in the floor to crawl into or perform a disappearing act on the spot.

Oh, God!

Are you kidding me?!

He never would have imagined meeting her again in this way, in such a place!

"Doctor, I... I'm just a bit..." He stammered, his tongue tied, unable to complete a single sentence.

"Don't be nervous." The female doctor checked her smile and adopted a professional, calm expression. "I am Su Wanqing, the attending physician here. Tell me about your situation first. Where is the discomfort?"

Lin Zhou's face turned beet red; he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

In a voice like a mosquito's hum, he vaguely and incoherently described his symptoms.

Su Wanqing listened while taking notes, nodding occasionally, looking extremely professional.

But Lin Zhou could still catch a glimpse of the slight curve at the corners of her eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses—she was clearly enjoying his plight!

"Mhm, I have a basic understanding of the situation." She put down her pen and looked up. "However, a detailed examination is needed for a diagnosis. Come with me."

"An... examination too?"

Lin Zhou's vision went dark.

That most shameful, humiliating, and inhumane part was finally coming.

In the examination room, Lin Zhou felt like a fish waiting to be slaughtered, humiliatingly following Su Wanqing's instructions to strike a pose that made his soul want to leave his body.

He closed his eyes, his mind a blank, already starting to wonder what should be carved on his epitaph after he died.

Just as he had lost all will to live and his dignity was about to be annihilated, a similarly familiar, sweet, and playful voice sounded at the door.

"Dr. Su, everything is ready. We can begin now."

This voice!

Lin Zhou turned his head to look.

Standing at the door was a girl in a pink nurse's uniform, with sweet looks and an incredibly hot figure.

He... he recognized her too!

Wasn't this the other female lead from the bar that night?!

The girl was also stunned when she saw Lin Zhou in that strange pose on the examination bed, her pretty face flushing red instantly.

But then, she heartlessly burst out laughing, her clear laughter echoing in the small examination room, sounding particularly grating.

"Oh my! Handsome, why is it you?"

She winked her watery eyes, her tone filled with irrepressible teasing and banter.

Lin Zhou's thoughts came to a complete standstill.

One doctor, one nurse.

One intellectual, one playful.

It was actually the two people he had met in Hainan that night!

Was God playing some kind of international joke on him?! What kind of hell-mode dungeon was this?!

"Ahem!"

Su Wanqing cleared her throat and glared at the nurse who was clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Lin Xi, stop messing around and come over to prepare."

"Oh..."

The pretty nurse named Lin Xi stuck out her tongue, picked up the examination tools gleaming with a cold light from the tray, and walked over with a grin.

Looking at those metal instruments and then at this pair of "enemies"—one suppressing a laugh and the other laughing openly—Lin Zhou's personality, dignity, and last shred of decency as a man were about to be completely crushed in the next second!

No! Absolutely not!

"Wait a minute!"

His survival instinct flared, and he sprang up from the examination bed!

With unbelievable speed, he pulled up his pants!

The movement was so fast that neither Su Wanqing nor Lin Xi could react.

"I'm not doing the examination! I'm not getting treated!"

Lin Zhou glanced at the name tag on Su Wanqing's chest: [Attending Physician Su Wanqing].

Then he glanced at the tag on Lin Xi's chest: [Nurse Lin Xi].

He etched those two names, along with their hateful smiling faces, deep into his mind!

Then, under their stunned gazes, he burst through the door and fled in a panic.

Lin Zhou rushed out of the hospital in one breath, scrambled into his car, and slammed the door shut.

"Aaaaaah!"

He slammed his hands onto the steering wheel, his mouth forming a silent roar.

So embarrassing!

So humiliating!

He, a lord controlling billions of dollars in assets, possessing black technology, and commanding influence on the international stage, was actually being gawked at by two women he had met once before while on a proctology examination bed.

If word of this got out, how could he ever show his face again?

He started the car, floored the accelerator, and fled this place of trouble where his dignity had been ground into the dust.