Chapter 93 fulfilled all her fantasies.

"I was in the break room just now, and I heard the nurses outside gossiping."

"They said there was an incredibly handsome guy who carried his girlfriend all the way into the hospital, spoiling her endlessly."

Chen Qian's face turned beet red instantly, and she whispered a defense: "We're not..."

Just as Lin Chen was wondering how to defuse this slightly awkward situation, a cold and abrupt blue light suddenly exploded before his eyes.

The familiar scumbag system panel popped up without warning, blocking most of his view.

[System detected one top-tier mature woman]

[Name: Zhao Mengyao]

[Occupation: Surgeon]

[Bust: 36C]

[Appearance: 93 points]

[Sexual experience: 0]

[Meets the requirements for binding with the scumbag system!]

[If the Host engages in deep interaction with this mature doctor, he can obtain 93 points and unlock an extra blind box lucky draw (guaranteed random reward).]

Lin Chen's pupils constricted, and he immediately cursed inwardly, though he forced himself to look calm on the surface.

Only the corner of his mouth secretly hooked into a playful arc, inwardly ecstatic:

"Nice one, system! This is a huge score!"

Using the pretext of inspecting the wound, his gaze swept over Zhao Mengyao without drawing attention, and his Adam's apple bobbed quietly.

Her well-tailored white doctor's coat outlined her perfectly proportioned figure.

The collar was slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones. A pair of thin-rimmed gold glasses rested on her nose, and the eyes behind the lenses were cool yet seductive—the epitome of a mature woman.

"Although 36C isn't exactly exaggerated,"

"with the added doctor's outfit, her mature aura is completely maxed out,"

"it's amazing!"

Lin Chen's mental abacus was clicking away, his thoughts drifting uncontrollably.

"In the past, I could only fantasize about doctor sisters in Japanese adult films."

"How could I ever have the luck to meet one in reality?"

"I didn't expect to run into one here, and the system even rated her for me."

"If I don't seize this opportunity, I'd be doing myself a disservice!"

Beside them, Chen Qian was still muttering, "Thank you, Dr. Zhao," "Sorry for the trouble," but Zhao Mengyao seemed to not hear her at all, her eyes locked directly on Lin Chen.

Without a hint of evasion, a trace of imperceptible playfulness was hidden in the depths of her eyes.

Her voice, deliberately softened, carried a unique, cool, and lazy quality. It reached their ears:

"The injury isn't serious, but you must come back for follow-ups on time."

As she spoke, she picked up the disinfectant on the table, her fingertips gently brushing over the label on the bottle. She looked up at Lin Chen, her tone flat yet carrying an air of refusal:

"Apply the medicine today and rest well; it should heal in about two weeks."

"Next time you come for a follow-up, just come find me directly."

Her voice paused, and her fingers gripping the pen halted slightly, leaving a small ink dot on the medical record. She looked up, the corner of her mouth curling into a meaningful smile, the playfulness in her eyes deepening:

"After all, for a guy who knows how to take care of people like you, I'm quite willing... to help out a bit more."

Before Lin Chen could react, she picked up her phone, unlocked it, opened the WeChat QR code, and held it out to Lin Chen.

Her tone was as natural as if she had planned it long ago:

"Add me on WeChat. I'll tell you the follow-up treatment instructions and check-up times one by one."

Lin Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he was instantly stunned.

"Isn't Chen Qian the one who's injured?"

"Logically speaking, if Dr. Zhao wants to add someone on WeChat, she should be adding Chen Qian,"

"What does this have to do with me, the 'family member'?"

A vague, ominous premonition rose in his heart. When he looked at Zhao Mengyao again, he felt that in her seemingly cold eyes, there was a hidden sense of determination, like a hunter eyeing its prey. She had absolutely no intention of letting him go.

But on second thought, Lin Chen couldn't help but feel secretly delighted:

"Isn't this perfect?"

"I was just worrying about having no reason to talk to her or ask for her contact information,"

"I didn't expect her to come to me voluntarily, targeting me as her prey?"

"This is truly heaven-sent!"

Seeing him hesitate, Zhao Mengyao gently pushed the frames of her glasses on the bridge of her nose with her right hand. The lenses reflected a glimmer of light, and her tone carried a teasing, half-smiling quality:

"What?"

"You don't want to add me?"

"Or are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Lin Chen quickly snapped back to reality, forcing a slightly stiff yet sincere smile onto his face, and waved his hands:

"No, no, how could I not want to!"

"Dr. Zhao is so responsible, I couldn't ask for more!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out his phone, opened the WeChat scanner, and aimed it at the QR code on Zhao Mengyao's phone. With a soft "ding," the notification sound for successfully adding a friend instantly rang out.

"Then I'll trouble Dr. Zhao to send me the rehabilitation precautions later,"

Lin Chen said solemnly, deliberately putting on a serious and responsible act,

"I'll forward them to my classmate then and make sure to remind her to come for follow-ups on time and get plenty of rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Mengyao leaned forward, the collar of her doctor's coat swaying slightly. A faint scent of disinfectant mixed with a clean fragrance drifted straight into Lin Chen's nostrils.

She didn't reply, but instead extended her fingertips and gently touched a muscle on Lin Chen's arm. Her fingertips were cool, and the moment they touched his skin, Lin Chen's whole body stiffened slightly.

"No need for so much trouble,"

Zhao Mengyao's voice dropped lower, carrying a hint of deliberate seduction, her eyes behind the lenses locked tightly on him with an ambiguous smile,

"For follow-ups, bring her with you,"

"Or... you can come alone,"

"I'll tell you in person, it'll be clearer."

But just as she finished speaking, he felt Zhao Mengyao's gaze fall unreservedly onto his bare arm. He had apparently been bare-armed since entering the hospital. His broad, sturdy arm was exposed, and the smooth muscle lines appeared exceptionally powerful under the clinic's lights.

In Zhao Mengyao's eyes, a glimmer gradually emerged—the excitement of discovering the perfect prey, along with a trace of unconcealable greed.

As a doctor, she had seen countless men's bodies, but never had anyone been like Lin Chen: having both a tall, straight figure and delicate facial features, with muscle lines that were neither exaggerated nor weak.

It was exactly what she idealized, and even more, the sexual partner she had fantasized about countless times.

No one knew her secret. She was twenty-six this year, had been on blind dates for several years, and had screened over a dozen fitness coaches, yet not a single one could catch her eye; she had never had a boyfriend, but she was long past being a virgin.

Since studying medicine, she had begun to actively explore herself, relying on manual stimulation and various tools to relieve the loneliness in her heart, but the perfect man of her fantasies had never appeared.

Those men who pursued her either had bad bodies or were not handsome enough. Even if they had good bodies, they didn't have Lin Chen's clean, handsome temperament; even if they were handsome, they didn't have this kind of sturdy, tall figure.

Until today, when she met Lin Chen in her clinic—this "family member" who appeared by chance—he happened to grow exactly into her aesthetic preference, fulfilling all her fantasies.