This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 547 Wan'er, if you don't come soon, you'll be wearing a green hat!

"Massage requires professional techniques," Lin Feng said, his gaze fixed on her face without moving downwards. "I can call a professional nurse from the breast clinic."

"Nurse Lin," Phantom tilted her head, her starry eyes sparkling with laughter, "aren't you a nurse?"

"I'm temporary—"

"You were approved by Sabrina," Phantom said before he could finish. "And you changed the dressing so well, with such a light and steady touch. I bet your massage was really comfortable too."

Lin Feng opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Phantom had already lowered her head.

Her fingers rested on the fourth button, and she slowly began to unbutton it.

Lin Feng turned around almost instinctively.

The ward fell silent for a moment.

Then Phantom's voice rang out, clearly displeased: "Nurse Lin, why are you turning around?"

Lin Feng did not move.

"I asked you to give me a massage, and you turned your back to me." There was a hint of playful reproach in Phantom's voice. "This is your duty; how could you neglect your responsibilities?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath, his voice coming from behind him, his tone still steady:

"Miss Phantom, your wound was just done yesterday. Massage is not suitable within 24 hours after the surgery."

"Massage can worsen local edema, affect skin flap healing, and may even lead to wound dehiscence or hematoma formation."

"It's not the wound that hurts." Phantom's voice came closer—she seemed to lean forward slightly—"It's the other side."

Lin Feng's back stiffened for a moment.

"The other side?"

"Hmm." Phantom's voice carried a casual lightness. "I had surgery on the left side, but not the right. The pain on the right side, what does that have to do with the wound?"

Lin Feng paused for two seconds, then his voice regained its usual businesslike calmness:

"Right-sided pain can have many causes, including hormonal fluctuations, breast hyperplasia, and intercostal neuralgia. I suggest you undergo further examination, rather than—"

"Nurse Lin."

The Phantom's voice suddenly changed.

Are you a doctor?

"no."

"Then how dare you make a diagnosis through your clothes?"

Lin Feng: "..."

"You didn't even look at it, didn't even touch it, and you're already concluding it's hormonal fluctuations or breast hyperplasia?"

The Phantom spoke slowly, but every word was like a nail.

"I don't think you're just being negligent; you're discriminating against me, a patient!"

Lin Feng turned around.

But he didn't look at her exposed neckline; his gaze remained steadily fixed on her face.

"Miss Phantom, please button up your clothes. I'll go get Dr. Moore to examine you."

The Phantom stared at him for two seconds.

Then she laughed.

That smile was different from before; it wasn't alluring or coquettish, but rather a kind of appreciation.

It's like someone seeing a rock that can't be broken no matter what they look at; the more they look at it, the more interesting it becomes.

"Lin Feng, you are the first person... who made me find the word 'boring' actually quite interesting."

Lin Feng didn't say anything and turned to walk towards the door.

Just as I took a step, a force suddenly attacked from behind—

An invisible, soft, yet irresistible attraction, like a whirlpool, like an undercurrent.

His body involuntarily staggered back two steps.

Then I bumped into a soft, warm embrace from behind.

The phantom's voice rang in his ear, laced with laughter and a sickeningly sweet tone: "Why are you running, Nurse Lin?"

Lin Feng's body was taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

The phantom's arm wrapped around his back, loosely resting on his waist without any force, yet the invisible suction remained.

The back of his head rested against her shoulder, and the rich, sweet fragrance, like a living thing, climbed up from her neckline, along his nostrils, and into his brain.

"Miss Phantom." Lin Feng's voice remained steady, but it was a degree more tense than before.

"Um?"

"Please let go."

"No way." Phantom refused decisively, her tone like a child protecting their last piece of candy, "If you won't give me a massage, I'll just have to pull you back myself and force you to take over."

Lin Feng closed his eyes briefly.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on his left shoulder—the Phantom's chin was resting there, smiling sweetly at him.

In the upper right corner of his field of vision, there was a value he had been deliberately ignoring.

[Bed 405 - Phantom - Current Dislike Level: 0]

She wasn't upset at all, just like a cat pinning a mouse under its paws, not in a hurry to eat it, but to play with it for a while—after all, it couldn't escape.

"Miss Phantom," Lin Feng said, "patients cannot use their abilities on medical staff."

"I didn't use any powers," the Phantom's voice was as innocent as an angel's. "I'm just a poor patient who just had surgery, weak and in need of care. Can't I even help you out?"

"You used your superpowers to pull me up."

"Is there any evidence?"

"..."

"Nurse Lin," Phantom's lips brushed against his earlobe, "I'll be unhappy if you refuse to provide services."

After she finished speaking, she gently blew a breath.

Lin Feng's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was silent for two seconds, then exhaled a deep, slow breath.

"OK."

The Phantom's eyes lit up.

"Let me put on some gloves first."

Phantom tilted his head, his gaze falling on his hands hanging at his sides.

Those long, slender hands with distinct knuckles were now slightly clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white.

"No need to wear gloves," she said.

Lin Feng looked at her.

"I hate that material of gloves the most." Phantom wrinkled her nose. "It smells like rubber, feels fake, and is cold to the touch. It's so uncomfortable to be on my skin."

She paused, then her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"I still prefer direct skin contact."

"Hurry up," she shook Lin Feng's waist, "it really hurts a lot."

Lin Feng stood up.

"Then I'll go wash my hands first."

Phantom nodded and smiled as she loosened her grip on Lin Feng's waist.

With my abilities, I'm not afraid that Lin Feng will run away.

Lin Feng turned and walked towards the bathroom. The moment his back was to her, the calm on his face finally crumbled.

Her brows furrowed tightly: Wan'er, come quickly and save your husband!

He turned on the tap, and the water gushed onto his hands, but the sound in his heart was louder than the sound of the water.

If I really give Phantom a massage later, she'll definitely push her luck.

He squeezed out a large pump of hand sanitizer and vigorously rubbed his fingers together.

At that point, wouldn't my promise to "stop at six" be in vain?!

Lin Feng tried his best to stall for time.

He rubbed it once, then again, repeatedly scrubbing every corner—between his fingers, palms, backs of his hands, wrists—as if he wanted to wash off a layer of skin.

But after all—no matter how long you delay washing your hands, you can't really improve the process.

The sound of water stopped.

He dried his hands, his knuckles gripping the tissue so tightly that it crumpled.

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, the smiling face on the hospital bed came into view.

The phantom tilted her head to look at him, her starry eyes shining like shattered diamonds: "Washing for so long, don't your hands hurt?"

Lin Feng didn't respond.

He cried out in his heart: Wan'er, if you don't come soon, you'll be cuckolded!

Just then—

"Click~"

The door to the ward was pushed open...