The Young Doctor with His Harems

Slap!

The slap landed solidly.

"Get out!"

Xu Yirong's eyes were ice cold.

Xia Bei grinned, touched his face; he could have dodged it, but now they're even!

"Still not leaving? Be careful, I'll call security! What poisoning, pure nonsense!" Yang Wenhui shouted sternly, stepping forward to grab Xia Bei's arm.

Xia Bei shook him off, glaring coldly.

Teacher Jiang Ya just gave birth!

And here he is, trying to drug her students!

He gave Xu Yirong another cold look before striding out.

Since she stubbornly refused to believe him, there was no point in wasting words; he had said what he needed to say, whatever happens to her in the future is no longer his concern.

He wandered around the school until he met up with Yanyan, then they went home together.

His stepmother has recovered; he also inquired a bit from Teacher Jiang, indeed her husband is Yang Wenhui, and she mentioned that Xu Yirong had known her husband earlier, and it was her husband who recommended the school.

His cousin often sought him out, inviting him to her office just to chat, and sometimes after work, she'd invite him to dinner; his company lifted her spirits significantly.

He felt their relationship warming, and his importance in her heart growing, which brought him immense joy!

In a blink, a week had passed.

He almost forgot about the former class beauty, until one day, she suddenly added him on WeChat, asking him to meet her at school.

Xia Bei hesitated for quite a while but eventually agreed.

After work in the evening, he hurried to Jiangcheng Normal School and met Xu Yirong.

She wore a white T-shirt and tight jeans, her aura even colder, with a height of about one seventy-eight centimeters making her supermodel legs exceptionally striking, subtly made up, stunningly beautiful.

"Xia Bei!"

Seeing him, Xu Yirong's brows furrowed slightly, her eyes still full of strong aversion, disdain, unchanged—still thinking him a pervert, a stalker.

As he approached, she stepped back, seemingly disgusted with him.

"What do you want with me? Didn't you tell me never to appear before you again!" Xia Bei stopped, scoffing.

Upon closer inspection, it was obvious her complexion and spirit were poor—her condition seemed to have worsened.

Xu Yirong shuddered, speaking hatefully: "Xia Bei, it must be you! Who else would drug me? That's how you knew I'd been poisoned. Do you have the cure? Give it to me! I'm suffering!"

"Really, I can't endure it; these days my pain is unbearable! Chest pain, stomach pain, headache—often painfully dizzy, Xia Bei, I beg you, don't torment me anymore!"

Xia Bei was stunned; does she have a screw loose?

Why would she think he poisoned her?

"Xia Bei, if you don't confess, I'll call the police, and you'll be finished."

Xia Bei was speechless, "Miss Xu, that day was the first time in two years I saw you—I've never stalked you. I admit I used to like you when we were classmates, but now we barely know each other."

"I don't believe you. You're lying; aside from you, I can't think of anyone else."

"Have you not considered your dear Teacher Yang?"

"Impossible, Teacher Yang is upright and kind; he wouldn't drug me. He's married and admires me—don't slander him!" Xu Yirong exclaimed emotionally.

"Xia Bei, just admit it, will you? Give me the medicine. I don't want to go to the hospital; I'll end up hospitalized!"

Xu Yirong pleaded shakily.

If she went to the hospital, there would be rumors, accusing her of being drugged and assaulted, ruining her honor. Her naturally proud and aloof nature could not bear such things.

Xia Bei sneered, this kind of wrongful accusation, the anger of being framed made him clench his fists in frustration.

He took a deep breath and looked over her alluring physique, particularly her supermodel-like legs; his body ignited, an evil thought emerging—wanting to possess and humiliate her.

"Xu Yirong, for the last time—it wasn't me. But I can fix you."

"Doesn't that mean you..."

"Whether you want treatment is your choice."

"You..."

Xu Yirong's beautiful eyes blazed, gritted her teeth, struggled for a moment, thinking of the unbearable torment, finally nodded, "Of course I want treatment; how do you treat?"

"We must first examine—this won't do here; let's find a place."

"Examine? What to examine? Fine... alright! If you can't treat me, I'll never forgive you!"

She struggled again, glaring hatefully before turning away, found an empty classroom, locked the door, and walked in to sit on the desk, trembling, anxious to the extreme.

"How will you examine?"

Watching Xia Bei approach, her trembling intensified, the cool face turned pale.

"Take off your clothes! I want to examine your chest!"

Xia Bei purposely stared at her full, proud bosom, enjoying her embarrassed, frightened expression; secretly pleased at exacting revenge, humiliating her!

"That's not possible... Xia Bei, don't think you can take advantage of me; you've been deceiving me!"

"Then forget it!"

Xia Bei sneered, turned to leave, "Go ahead and report me! I don't care; it wasn't me anyway. Dragging it out, the pain is yours to bear!"

"Xia Bei, don't, don't leave, I... I'll undress! Examine, treat me..."

Xu Yirong stopped him, suppressing her intense disdain and nausea, took off her T-shirt, revealing her snow-white skin underneath.

She turned her head, reaching behind to unclasp her bra, trembling, revealing to Xia Bei those large, tender breasts he had longed to see, finally fully exposed, round, incredibly upright, the buds atop swollen, firm, like two huge purple grapes, quivering, making him instantly ignite, pitch a tent...