105: Chen's ultimate cuteness technique

[Wuwuwu! I’m a standard ‘T’ with long, flowing hair.]

“Oh right, Team Leader Nie, aren’t you working at the Underworld? How do you have the free time to return to Headquarters?”

Qiu Yanhui blinked her eyes and asked curiously, “Also, why was I injured so severely at the Headquarters?”

Nie Xingyuan’s lips curled up slightly, as if he were about to smile, but he instantly suppressed it.

The smile vanished, and Qiu Yanhui only heard Team Leader Nie say solemnly, “Officer Qiu, I hope you have enough mental fortitude for the truth that follows.”

“Mental fortitude?” Qiu Yanhui glanced at the restless White-Haired Loli sitting nearby, her thoughts already galloping away like a wild horse.

The little loli was wearing a pink lace dress with two simple pigtails. The sheer chiffon material mixed with the lace exuded an attractive fragrance.

The V-neck design of the collar perfectly showcased her long, slender collarbones.

The tight design at the waist perfectly outlined her graceful figure.

Paired with a small and exquisite pair of white high heels, Chen Yu looked even more delicate and lovely, like a little princess stepping out of a fairy tale.

[Slurp, slurp! Loli style, lace, pigtails... Hehehe!] Qiu Yanhui rejoiced inwardly, unable to help but make strange noises.

Her Yuri Radar went off, and the scent of Lesbian Attraction rushed toward the little loli.

[Hmph! Mortals are still subdued by the aura of this Master of the Prefecture. She probably won't ask me for Compensation now!]

[Wuwuwu X﹏X, Her Majesty fined me a year's worth of salary and bonus. I just started working and I'm already in debt.]

Chen Yu lowered her head pitifully, looking at her heel, secretly lamenting her misfortune.

[Oh ho ho! Chen's Ultimate Moe Attack—capturing Mortals is a piece of cake!]

Qiu Yanhui's gaze subtly drifted toward Chen Yu's direction. Her heart pounded faster, her red heart thumping wildly. [Mama mia! Spring has arrived, and everything is recovering...]

[Kawaii ฅฅ*, little kitten...]

"Cough, cough, cough..." Nie Xingyuan suddenly cleared his throat and coughed uncomfortably a few times, interrupting Qiu Yanhui's infatuated fantasy.

He moved a chair and sat in front of Qiu Yanhui, while Du Wenqing stood behind her superior, wearing an expression like a spectator watching drama.

"You have been unconscious for seven days. It is now 8:00 AM on the eighth day," Nie Xingyuan said, pointing to the Electronic Clock on the wall.

Qiu Yanhui blinked, completely stunned.

“You were struck by lightning on the day of the Cosplay event. The emergency room doctor almost issued a Death Notice for you. Luckily, Her Majesty the Empress intervened in time and dragged your Three Souls and Seven Spirits back from the Ghost Gate Pass.”

“The Office was struck by lightning, Her Majesty the Empress, Ghost Gate Pass! Wait, putting these words together, my brain can’t process it.” Qiu Yanhui rubbed her smooth scalp with a rhythmic motion.

“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...”

“To put it simply, you suddenly suffered a catastrophe, were struck by lightning, and died... and then Her Majesty kicked you back.”

“Where did the ‘lightning’ in the Office come from? Was some bastard practicing Magic indoors?” Qiu Yanhui’s eyes instantly turned crimson.

Chen Yu delicately raised her small hand, her face full of apology, and said in a sweet, soft voice, “Jiejie, I’m really sorry, Yu Yu accidentally struck you.”

“But I really didn’t mean it! I haven't served as the Prefecture City God for a long time, and when Jiejie touched my shoulder, I was a bit too sensitive...”

[Ugh! You wretched woman. If Her Majesty didn't want to present a people-friendly image, under normal circumstances, for an ant like her to dare touch a Yin God, this Master of the Prefecture would surely make her soul scatter and turn into ashes.]

Qiu Yanhui pulled up the blanket, the corner of her mouth slightly lifted, her eyes full of smiles. “Um... Your Excellency... actually, I was the one who didn't keep proper distance.”

“You can’t be blamed!”

Chen Yu raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, tears welling up. “No, no, no... I should give appropriate Compensation. The Underworld Yin Gods have always upheld the principles of fairness, justice, and openness...”

Qiu Yanhui quickly waved her hand, “No, no, no... I don’t need Compensation.”

Du Wenqing’s gaze swept back and forth between Qiu Yanhui and Lord Prefectural City God.

[Holy crap! Why does it feel like there are two flavors here? One is a Bootlicker, and the other is a Green Tea?]

Nie Xingyuan paused, his gaze becoming sharp.

“Officer Qiu! Do you know how severely you were injured?”

“All your ribs were fractured!”

“Your entire skull was virtually smashed to pieces by a heavy hammer!”

“Three sections of your cervical spine were severed!”

“And these are just the skeletal issues!”

“Inside your body, especially your internal organs, everything was split open, and internal bleeding was severe. As for your skin tissue, the burn degree reached 97%.”

Nie Xingyuan rattled off all of Qiu Yanhui’s injuries like a machine gun.

He spoke urgently and lacked professionalism, only able to roughly describe where the problems were.

[Damn it! Bootlickers die badly, ending up with nothing. Lord Prefectural City God treated you like this, why aren't you quickly asking for Compensation? At least secure an Iron Rice Bowl after death!]

[Arghhh! Don't give it up, you idiot!]

Hearing Team Leader Nie speak like this, Qiu Yanhui suddenly felt as if her entire body was being Gnawed by Ten Thousand Ants—"pain here, pain there"—and quickly collapsed onto the pillow.

“Hiss! It hurts so much.” She cried out loudly.

Nie Xingyuan’s mouth twitched slightly, and he muttered inwardly: [Sure enough, a woman who joins the Information Division, her acting is truly terrible.]

A flurry of footsteps approached from far away; there were about four doctors.

The door was pushed open, and Qing Xia quickly walked to the bedside, using various instruments to examine Qiu Yanhui.

Before long, she spoke, “The patient’s condition is stable, and the recovery speed has completely exceeded our previous estimates!”

“It’s exactly the same as our previous diagnosis. As long as the Soul Returns to Its Place, there is no further life danger, but she might have to be bald for a while.”

“That’s good!” Nie Xingyuan’s heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled back down.

Qiu Yanhui endured the pain and asked weakly, “Will I... be permanently bald?”

"Uh..." Doctor Qing Xia hesitated for a moment, then quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, current medical technology is very advanced; it can definitely be cured."

“Really?” Qiu Yanhui was still a little worried.

Nie Xingyuan looked at her worried expression and couldn't help but laugh, saying, “Just put your mind at ease! With Lord Prefectural City God here, nothing bad will happen to you. Even if you really end up permanently bald, you can just wear a wig.”

“Besides, modern wigs are incredibly realistic.”

“Pfft...” Qiu Yanhui was so amused by Team Leader Nie’s words that she laughed through her anger. “You’re the one who’s bald!”