Chapter 120: Fenglan Clinic

"Is... is that true? Are you and Brother Bingyan lovers?" Long Yiling asked cautiously.

"No, no..." Fang Yanbin, the culprit behind this, quickly defended Bingyan after regaining his composure. "Actually, it’s just that Tianyu is making one-sided advances toward Bingyan. Yes, it’s all one-sided. Xin'er said it’s just Tianyu’s unrequited crush, and Bingyan has no intention of reciprocating."

"What? Xin'er told you that? Couldn't you have just said it all at once?" Leng Bingyan asked loudly. She recalled that Ling Xin'er had promised her she wouldn't tell a third party.

"No, it wasn't Xin'er who told me." Fang Yanbin shook his head, but his next words nearly made Bingyan faint. "I just went to the student council, and that's what all the students are saying. I later confirmed it with Xin'er, and I heard the front page of the next school newspaper has already been set for this story."

"St-students? The... front page?" Leng Bingyan felt as if she were about to collapse. There was no way to wash this stain off now; even if she used deionized water—water far purer than the Yellow River—she probably couldn't clear "his" name.

"I’m devastated." Beside her, Long Yiling also acted as if she were about to faint, tapping her head helplessly. "Sigh, there’s just no helping my brother!" She then turned to Leng Bingyan and said solemnly, "Please don't dislike my brother. Although he has many flaws, he is actually very considerate. My brother... I’ll leave him to you, Brother Bingyan."

"I... you guys wait..." Leng Bingyan felt like she was going crazy. When it came down to it, this was all her own fault. Now, the only thing to do was get Long Tianyu to come out and explain the situation. Her eyes lit up, and she ran toward Long Tianyu’s room as fast as she could.

That guy was still asleep. Leng Bingyan couldn't worry about formalities; she jumped onto his bed and grabbed his collar, shaking him with all her might! But Long Tianyu wouldn't wake up; he remained unmoved, continuing his deep slumber.

However, Leng Bingyan noticed that, when she wasn't paying attention, Long Tianyu opened his eyes for a split second before quickly shutting them again. "Oh, so you dare to play possum!" Leng Bingyan was furious now. "Right, I’ve got an idea. Hehe... let's see how long you can keep pretending."

Long Tianyu, still pretending to sleep, saw the cunning glint in Bingyan’s eyes and felt a jolt of alarm. Could "he" have a countermeasure? Indeed, Leng Bingyan leaned in slightly toward Long Tianyu, her lips pursed, slowly moving toward his...

"Could it be..." Long Tianyu shuddered, instantly understanding the trick Leng Bingyan was playing. "What a wicked move. It seems he already knows I'm faking it. No... I cannot be the first to concede. Hehe... I’ll just pretend to be completely unaware. Let's see if you dare to actually kiss me? Do you dare?"

This tactic was essentially a contest of who was more shameless. Whoever was the most shameless would be the winner.

The distance between their lips grew smaller and smaller...

"Can't you take it? How much longer can you hold out? Victory will be mine." Leng Bingyan thought to herself, smugly, not worried at all that Long Tianyu wouldn't wake up.

"As expected, his shamelessness is a match for mine! No, I must hold on..." Beads of sweat began to form on Long Tianyu's forehead.

Closer and closer...

Just then, the door was pushed open. "You two..." Long Yiling quickly covered her mouth with her hands, looking on in disbelief.

"It's over!" Leng Bingyan was caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. Her heart tightened as she realized how incredibly suggestive their current position was: she was leaning over Long Tianyu, their lips less than a centimeter apart.

"Ah..." Long Tianyu reacted faster than Bingyan, pushing her away while she was still stunned. He hurriedly explained, "Xiaoling, why are you here? That... it’s not what you think. This is all a misunderstanding."

Long Yiling wasn't listening to her brother's explanation. Her large eyes fixed on the beautiful "brother" who looked so at a loss, and she cruelly spat out, "I’m devastated again."

Eventually, the truth came to light. After persistent explanations from Leng Bingyan and Long Tianyu, Long Yiling hesitantly believed them, sighing, "What a pity, what a pity. Such a beautiful brother couldn't become my sister-in-law." As soon as she said this, the faces of Leng Bingyan and Long Tianyu darkened simultaneously, scaring little Yiling into shrinking back and sticking out her tongue timidly.

During their chat, Leng Bingyan learned about Long Tianyu’s quirky younger sister. Long Yiling was 18, a senior at Beijing No. 1 High School. With the college entrance exams fast approaching, it was unclear how she found the time to come play at her brother's place instead of studying at home.

"Here." Long Yiling grabbed a large box from the side and handed it to Long Tianyu. "What is this?" Long Tianyu looked at the large box, hefted it—it didn't feel very heavy—and asked. Thinking it was a gift from his sister, he opened it eagerly. "This?" Upon opening it, he saw a large doll inside. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks; he didn't understand why his sister would buy him this.

"Didn't brother want this?" Seeing that Long Tianyu didn't seem to like it, Long Yiling asked, confused. In truth, she had pondered it when she bought it, thinking it was a bit inappropriate, but since this "brother" had insisted she buy it, she had no choice.

"Ahem..." At this point, Leng Bingyan couldn't watch anymore. She cleared her throat gently and said, "That... actually, I was the one who answered the phone that day..." After finishing, she looked cautiously at the people in the room.

...

Shaking off the gloomy mood, Leng Bingyan walked along the street. It was truly embarrassing. Truth is often stranger than fiction, but it didn't have to be this coincidental.

"That’s what you get for bringing it on yourself," Ziling remarked ruthlessly in her mind. Looking at the face that was identical to her own, now wearing a smug smile, Leng Bingyan gritted her teeth in frustration.

"Forget it, I'm not talking to you. I'm going to see Mingqian now." Leng Bingyan chose silence, refusing to continue the conversation with the triumphant Ziling. Up ahead was a clinic, Fenglan Clinic. It was located on the street of a quiet residential area with little foot traffic; one had to wonder how it managed to stay in business.

In reality, Leng Bingyan was the owner of this clinic. Don't laugh—it really was hers. She was an "Executor" in Beijing, after all; how could she function without an office? This clinic served as a front. That wasn't to say it didn't make any money; Leng Bingyan did have the ability to treat people. With her skills, whenever a supernatural being, martial artist, or cultivator showed up with broken limbs or severe injuries, she would heal them, and that was how she made her profit.

Clinics specialized in treating cultivators, demons, and supernatural beings were rare in this world—a niche market. Since she effectively monopolized the industry, how could she not make money? Why else would the state not shut down a clinic that clearly lacked a formal medical license for its practitioners? Because the "Supernatural Clinic" had its own necessity!

"Supernatural Clinic" was a title she had bestowed upon it herself—a clinic dedicated to healing the ailments and wounds of those with special abilities.

Leng Bingyan stepped into the clinic. It was spacious and bright. Inside, there was no traditional smell of disinfectant; instead, there was a faint, lingering scent of jasmine. The furniture and diagnostic equipment were arranged neatly, and shelves were filled with flowers, giving the place an air of elegance.

If Leng Bingyan weren't the owner, even she wouldn't believe this was a clinic; she would have mistaken it for a flower shop!

As soon as Leng Bingyan walked in, the girl in a nurse's uniform who had been slumped over the desk lifted her head. Her eyes lit up, and she lunged at Leng Bingyan, throwing herself into her arms. Her hopeful eyes sparkled: "Miss, you finally came to see me."

As she spoke, the girl looked aggrieved. This was Long Mingqian, whose current identity was the nurse at Leng Bingyan’s clinic.

"Mm, I'm here to see you." Leng Bingyan stroked Long Mingqian's head, thinking to herself: Why does Mingqian always seem to be like this? It's as if she never grows up; her appearance remains forever that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old.

"How are things here, Mingqian? You should be able to handle the illnesses of those supernatural beings, demons, and cultivators, right?"

"Mm!" Long Mingqian nodded vigorously. "Those illnesses are all so easy to treat; I can fix them in no time. Sometimes, regular people come in, too, with things like colds. A shot or some medicine is all it takes."

People actually come here to see a doctor? Leng Bingyan wondered skeptically. But then again, there might be patients who didn't see a sign but just spotted the Red Cross icon. Plus, the clinic’s atmosphere was indeed elegant, so it was entirely possible that some people stumbled upon it by accident.

"Is Xian'er still at the company?" Leng Bingyan asked.

"Mm, Sister Xian'er is still busy at the company. She'll come here to keep me company after she gets off work," Long Mingqian said happily.

Long Xian'er was different from Long Mingqian. Mingqian spent all her time at the clinic as a nurse and temporary physician, while Xian'er had started her own company—a firm specializing in network technology. Who would have thought that an immortal with the strength of an Immortal Monarch would transform into a high-tech talent in society? Life is truly unpredictable!

Moreover, the company was thriving, with assets reaching hundreds of millions. It seemed Leng Bingyan would never have to worry about food or clothing.

In truth, even without the company Long Xian'er founded, Leng Bingyan wouldn't need to worry about money. Don't forget the existence of the vampires—they had plenty of wealth!

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Please forgive me if this is poorly written, hehe...