Elias followed the voice and spotted a figure in a white b coat.

  The woman's long bck hair was tied up neatly for work, meticulous to the point where not a single strand was out of pce. Her white coat was spotless, so white it almost reflected light, without the slightest wrinkle.

  Yvonne Quinn's body was completely hidden beneath it, wrapped up conservatively and tightly.

  Even so, her figure was unmistakable because she was exceptionally tall. It made you wonder if she was wearing heels or if she had been a professional model before becoming a doctor—slender and statuesque in every way, the perfect embodiment of an angel in white.

  A figure like that naturally sparked curiosity about her face. Elias shifted his position slightly to get a look at it.

  Just as expected, her face matched her pristine attire perfectly: a high, straight nose bridge that looked almost mixed, yet unmistakably East Asian features. Gold wire-rimmed gsses rested on it, her thin lips pressed lightly together. The whole impression was one of icy detachment and ascetic restraint.

  Elias let out a soft excmation and asked the system, "Did you see that?"

  [System Theta: Affirmative. Extremely attractive.]

  It was a face that would score a perfect ten even under the system's fwless 360-degree scan.

  "But honestly," he added, "she doesn't seem suited to be a doctor."

  Doctors needed to project approachability, or at least look like someone patients could trust. If they looked rough or bulky, patients might not even dare step into the exam room. That was also why some doctors tried to make themselves look older—to signal experience and give people that strong sense of reassurance.

  [System Theta: Then what is she suited for?]

  "Sleeping with me," Elias replied in a completely matter-of-fact tone.

  [System Theta: …]

  Even though it had gradually started bantering with him a little, it still had trouble adjusting to its host's filthy mouth right away.

  Yvonne Quinn seemed to be dealing with a tricky situation. In front of her stood a father and daughter. The father looked anxious, while the little girl was bawling loudly, burrowing deeper into her father's arms and refusing to let Yvonne examine her at all.

  Even the best doctor couldn't work miracles without cooperation. No matter how skilled Yvonne was, she was helpless here and could only try to soothe the girl's emotions first.

  If it had been a boy, her looks and voice combined would have calmed him down easily. But because it was a girl, she wasn't buying it at all and only cried harder.

  The father was a polite man. He knew his daughter was disturbing other patients and affecting Yvonne's work. Anxious and guilty, he kept apologizing. "Doctor, I'm so sorry…"

  Yvonne's face showed not the slightest trace of impatience. Calm as still water, as if nothing could touch her. She simply shook her head, her thin lips parting to release a voice that was almost mesmerizing: "It's all right. Crying when something hurts is a natural human instinct. But you still need to comfort your child a bit, help her feel less scared. Otherwise I won't know what's wrong with her."

  The father quickly said, "Okay."

  Even so, they had already been trying to stop the girl from crying this whole time without success. How could she suddenly quiet down just because of those words?

  Yvonne quietly watched the girl still thrashing and crying in her father's arms. After one failed attempt at comfort, she stopped addressing the girl and spoke directly to the man instead, telling him to find a way to calm his daughter down.

  She only did pointless things once.

  This wasn't some defeatist mindset—it was simply the habit she had developed over years of surgery, where everything had to succeed on the first try.

  By now, because the girl's crying kept going, some patients waiting to register were starting to show visible irritation. Yvonne's eyes lifted slightly behind her gold wire-rimmed gsses. Finally she raised her hand, reaching for the girl's arm.

  Human pain had a threshold. Once you crossed it, tears and screams got forgotten.

  Right at that moment, a gentle voice cut in: "Mind if I take a look?"

  Yvonne paused and turned her head at the sound. She saw a golden-haired young man.

  Dyed hair was easy to associate with troublemakers. Even in today's open society, some people's prejudices remained deep-rooted.

  Yvonne's own thinking wasn't that outdated, but when she saw the young man's face, a different thought surfaced in her mind.

  Dyed hair, beautiful features, young… It was all too easy to associate with corruption and downfall.

  Suddenly, a pair of bright eyes appeared right in front of her, snapping her out of it.

  "Can I give it a try?" Elias lightly bit his lower lip, looking a little shy. "I'm pretty good with kids."

  Because of that small motion, Yvonne's gaze unavoidably nded on his lips. She paused for a second.

  They were covered in bite marks, scabbed over with dried blood—anyone could see they'd been bitten raw.

  And the kind of situation that would leave marks like that… seemed to confirm the thought she'd just had.

  The girl's father blinked, looking at the sudden stranger, hesitated a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, thanks."

  "Hey sweetie, don't be scared…"

  With permission, Elias started coaxing her gently.

  Strangely enough, the girl who wouldn't calm down no matter what the man did actually started to settle the moment she heard Elias's voice.

  [System Theta: Host, how did you manage that?]

  Elias: "What girl wouldn't like a gentle, good-looking big brother?"

  Targeted treatment, pin and simple.

  The man hurried to thank him: "Thank you so much…"

  Elias waved it off. "No problem, it was nothing."

  As he spoke, he smiled softly, showing a pair of sharp little canines, as if helping someone else was the happiest thing in the world.

  Yvonne caught sight of those fangs and a flicker of understanding crossed her eyes. So that's it…

  With the girl finally quiet and no longer fussing, Yvonne could at st find the source of her pain: a slight dislocation in the arm. She reached out with both hands, grabbed the girl's arm, and gave it a sharp twist.

  Crack!

  A crisp sound, and the arm snapped back into pce.

  Elias nearly stared in awe from the side. Yvonne knew how to do that too?

  She could treat anything—might as well let her learn how to clone herself and just handle the whole hospital.

  After setting the arm, Yvonne straightened up. "Just to be safe, you should still get an X-ray."

  "Sure," the man replied. Before leaving, he thanked both Yvonne and Elias again.

  Yvonne looked down at the smiling young man and suddenly said, "You should go get checked out too."

  She could tell he was running a high fever—one that was pretty bad.

  Otherwise, why would he still think about helping others when he was feeling this miserable himself?

  It was either because he was genuinely kind, or…

  His brain had been fried by the fever.