Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 64 Take your pants off.
Qin Zhao had some doubts about Lin Shi's ability; he was too easily manipulated and would explode at the slightest provocation.

Chen Yu reassured him, "Don't worry, he's used to being called by the teachers. I'll go check on him."

As soon as he leaves.

The once noisy infirmary fell silent instantly.

The school doctor gave Qin Zhao a quick check-up and handed her a pair of disposable slippers: "Take off your pants."

"..."

Qin Zhao blinked and explained, "I only injured my hands and knees."

“It’ll be easier to examine you this way.” The school doctor pulled the curtain closed. “The blood on your knee is seeping out, and the wound is sticking to your pants. Folding your pants up from the bottom will definitely hurt you more.”

"Is your hand free? Or you can ask your friend to help you take it off."

"..."

The school doctor went to prepare medicines, leaving only the two of them staring at each other in the small space.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed. He glanced elsewhere, then looked at her again: "Do you want to do it yourself, or should I help you?"

"..."

Help me what?!

Qin Zhao was completely numb: "I won't take it off."

Shen Yanci curled his fingers slightly and leaned closer.

The bitter orange, mixed with a faint, bitter herbal scent, filled his nostrils. Long, slender fingers rested loosely on his waist. Qin Zhao scrambled backward, his eyes wide with disbelief.

His hand hovered in the air, looking somewhat embarrassed.

She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly: "I don't mean I won't take it off, not that I want you to help me take it off."

She walked backward with her hips bent, facing Shen Yanci, her feet pointing towards him, a defensive posture that didn't seem particularly intimidating.

Shen Yanci hummed in agreement and rubbed his slightly hot fingertips.

Worried that his reaction was too strong, Qin Zhao casually pulled up his trouser leg and said, "It's nothing at all."

To show that it was okay not to take off her pants, she became a bit more rough.

The fabric, which had been stuck to the wound, was pulled apart, causing Qin Zhao's eyelashes to tremble violently. She opened her mouth, silently trying to relieve the throbbing pain that was shooting straight to the top of her head.

The next second, her wrist was grabbed, then immediately released.

Shen Yanci knelt down and grasped her ankle.

The air was excessively quiet.

Qin Zhao swallowed almost imperceptibly, and tried to take a step back, but couldn't move an inch.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids and looked up at her: "Why are you hiding? They're all men."

"..."

He lowered his eyes and took off her shoes, which had been padded with three centimeters of height-increasing insoles. Her toes curled up helplessly, sensing their owner's embarrassment.

Shen Yanci's tone remained completely calm: "I won't tell anyone you're wearing height-increasing shoes."

"..." Qin Zhao finally managed to say, "Thank you."

The knees of his pants were creased up, and dark bloodstains were visible through them, sticking together.

He folded his trouser legs forward little by little, and when they were just below his knees, he paused and moved even more gently.

His expression was focused, light filtering through his long eyelashes and casting a shadow beneath his eyes. Though half-kneeling, he showed no sign of servility or destitution, retaining his dignified air, which inexplicably evoked a sense of awe.

My right knee was swollen and bruised, and the area below the knee was black, with the surrounding flesh and wounds a bloody mess, constantly oozing blood.

Qin Zhao didn't utter a sound until her trousers were rolled up above her knees. If Shen Yanci couldn't feel the tension in her muscles, he would have doubted whether she felt pain.

He lifted his eyelids slightly to look at her.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her lips were pale. When she saw him, she subconsciously gave him a harmless smile.

Shen Yanci felt extremely suffocated. He knelt down and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Qin Zhao, stop laughing."

Qin Zhao was puzzled, but sensing the oppressive atmosphere around Shen Yanci, he obediently straightened his lips.

Laughing is tiring, you know? It makes her mouth hurt.

Shen Yanci rinsed the dirt and bloodstains off his wound, his voice a little muffled: "I didn't mean to stop you from laughing."

"What I mean is, laugh when you're happy."

The wind blew in through the window, causing the shadows of the curtains to sway and dance. The shadows of the two people inside, one tall and one short, appeared to be close yet distant in the wind.

When the school doctor arrived, the dirt and bloodstains on the wound had already been washed and disinfected with hydrogen peroxide.

He was taken aback when he saw Qin Zhao's legs, glanced at her neck, and finally his gaze fell on the boys' school pants she was wearing.

He's a doctor; he's seen all sorts of people.

There are quite a few men who look like women.

There's no need to make such a fuss.

He straightened his expression, finished treating the wound, and instructed, "Don't get it wet for the next few days, and come back regularly to change the dressing. Don't eat foods that may aggravate the condition, and don't pick at the scabs. Try to wear loose, soft, and breathable pants during this time."

Doctors are all somewhat perfectionists. Looking at the unsightly injury on her leg, he said, "You must avoid certain foods and go back to buy some scar-fading medicine, otherwise it will easily leave a scar."

Shen Yanci's gaze fell on her legs, which were slender, white, and straight, with almost no hair.

Qin Zhao pulled down his trouser leg: "It's okay, I don't care about these things."

"Boys should be well-groomed too," the school doctor smiled. "It would be such a waste to have such beautiful legs with scars."

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids and habitually belittled himself: "What's so good-looking about me? I just look weak."

The school doctor paused, then subconsciously looked at Shen Yanci.

His excellent professionalism allowed him to quickly find his voice: "Beauty is diverse, and nowadays many stocking advertisements feature male leg models."

“You can try to accept different types of beauty. Some people like this kind and think it's beautiful.” The school doctor looked at Shen Yanci, seeking approval. “Right?”

"..."

Yan Ci Ge: If I'm not a doctor, what do you expect me to say? What can I say?
School doctor: I only asked you about your point of view, not whether you liked it or not!
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