Chapter 216 The Enchanting Doctor Who Bewilders a Nation

June in A City felt like a giant steam chamber.

The air was so thick it could be wrung like water, cicadas screamed hoarsely, and the asphalt roads softened under the scorching sun.

In the emergency infusion area, Leng Keyan curled up on a corner chair, a jacket draped over him, only his fuzzy head visible.

His face was pale, lips dry, and his right hand held an IV drip, drooping like a wilted cabbage under the sun.

Yesterday afternoon, after playing basketball, he had complained it was too hot and jumped straight into a cold shower.

At the time, it felt refreshing—but by evening he developed a fever of 38.5°C, and medicine didn’t bring it down.

This morning, before leaving, Yin Siyao noticed the fever hadn’t broken and, without a word, dragged him straight to the hospital.

Leng Keyan wanted to protest, but dizziness made him too weak—so he obediently went along.

Now, slouched in the chair, he watched the people coming and going in the infusion area with nothing to do.

The IV drip liquid fell drop by slow drop, excruciatingly slow.

Yawning, he was about to close his eyes for a nap when a slight commotion erupted near the entrance.

He lifted his eyelids to see.

Yin Siyao, dressed in a white coat over a light blue shirt with the top button undone, revealing a clear collarbone, held a medical chart and scanned the infusion area slowly.

The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the corridor window, bathing him in a golden halo.

The hem of his white coat swayed lightly with his movement, revealing neatly pressed dark trousers and gleaming leather shoes.

For three seconds, the infusion area fell silent.

Then whispers started.

“Wow!”

A girl with a ponytail near the door covered her mouth, “That doctor… so handsome…”

A nurse at the desk said, “He’s Dr. Yin from orthopedics. I’ve seen his interview photos on the hospital’s public account.”

“Wow, it really is him. He’s even better looking in person.”

“Last time I sprained my ankle and saw him, he was so gentle!”

“Really? Aren’t orthopedic doctors supposed to be strict?”

“He’s not strict. Very gentle. Polite with everyone.”

Listening to this, Leng Keyan’s lips twitched downward, a growing discomfort swelling in his chest like a snowball.

Looking at Yin Siyao—yes, he was indeed handsome.

A plain white coat on an ordinary person might resemble a cafeteria worker’s outfit, but on Yin Siyao it was haute couture.

Broad shoulders, a perfectly tapered waist, making him look even taller.

Truly a man who could be called a “national heartbreaker.”

Leng Keyan’s heart sank even further.

Yin Siyao’s gaze swept the infusion area and quickly landed on Leng Keyan in the corner.

He paused, then walked straight over.

A young nurse in a pink uniform froze at the sight, mouth slightly open like a fish gasping for air.

Leng Keyan watched her enamored gaze, then glanced at Yin Siyao—his teeth tingled with irritation.

He knew he was attracting bees and butterflies.

In his heart, he cursed viciously.

Meanwhile, a patient’s IV was almost finished, about to be returned to the bloodstream.

But the young nurse didn’t notice, eyes fixed on Yin Siyao, cheeks flushed.

Yin Siyao, who had almost passed by, stepped back.

He looked at the young nurse, then at the nearly empty IV, brow slightly furrowed.

Normally, he would gently remind: “The drip is almost finished; time to remove the needle.”

But then he glimpsed Leng Keyan in the corner—pale and droopy, now frowning deeply, lips tightly pressed, radiating an unmistakable “I’m unhappy” aura.

Sighing internally, Yin Siyao addressed the young nurse in the coldest tone he could muster:

“Look, his IV is almost done.”

The young nurse looked at the drip: “Ah… oh, almost done.”

“When it’s finished, it will return to the bloodstream.”

He spoke seriously, “Once the bottle refills completely, you can remove it.”

“After removing, you can sell it for money, and then buy a feast—hotpot, barbecue, crayfish, anything you like.”

Patient: “……”

Young nurse: “……”

Infusion area: “……”

Leng Keyan in the corner nearly choked on laughter.

The patient, staring at this serious-looking doctor in a white coat, hearing him discuss selling blood to make money, was dumbfounded.

Blinking repeatedly, he wondered if he had fever-induced hallucinations.

The young nurse was equally stunned, stammering: “Dr. Yin, we… we’re a proper hospital… shouldn’t… shouldn’t do this?”

“I know it’s not proper,” Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence, “so why aren’t you removing it?”

The young nurse snapped out of it, quickly withdrew the needle, pressed, and handled the patient.

Her movements were skilled, but her face flushed and hands trembled slightly, not daring to look at him once.

Afterward, she bowed her head and whispered: “Thank you for the reminder, Dr. Yin.”

“No need,” Yin Siyao said, voice cool. “If the head nurse saw this, she wouldn’t be so lenient. Pay attention next time; the infusion area is crowded, so always monitor patients.”

“Y-Yes.”

The young nurse was baffled—everyone said Dr. Yin was the gentlest doctor, yet he played this kind of cold joke. Terrifying.

She had genuinely thought he was going to sell the patient’s blood.

Just as Yin Siyao was about to turn away, a voice came from behind.

The person was in his forties, short, slightly plump, but with a commanding presence.

He glanced around, and when his gaze landed on Yin Siyao, he froze briefly, then smiled:

“Dr. Yin, what brings you to the emergency infusion area? Isn’t orthopedics busy today?”

Yin Siyao stopped: “Head nurse.”

“Here for someone?”

He glanced toward the corner, lips twitching ever so slightly: “Yes, the young one at home didn’t behave—caught a cold after playing basketball and taking a cold shower, so I came to check.”

The head nurse’s eyes fell on Leng Keyan, smiling even more: “I was wondering—usually we can’t get Dr. Yin here, and now he suddenly visits our emergency area.”

Leng Keyan’s ears burned at the phrase “young one at home,” but he still greeted politely: “Hello, head nurse.”

“Hello? Look at you—you’ve got a fever of this severity.”

The head nurse leaned over, examining him carefully: “How did you get so sick?”

Leng Keyan forced a smile: “Just… a moment’s negligence…”

“Negligence enough to reach 39.5°C?”

Yin Siyao stepped forward, placing the medical chart on a nearby chair, bending to feel Leng Keyan’s forehead: “Still a bit of fever.”

“You take good care of him,” the head nurse smiled. “Even gave him your own coat.”

Yin Siyao paused, ears slightly red, but maintained his composure: “He said he was cold.”

“Fever often comes with chills.”

The head nurse nodded, glanced at the IV: “One bottle left, almost done. Afterward, rest well, drink plenty of water, take medicine on time, and eat light food.”

“Understood.”

Leng Keyan nodded obediently.

The head nurse turned to Yin Siyao: “You better watch this young one carefully—otherwise, it might turn into pneumonia.”

“I understand,” Yin Siyao nodded, voice gentle. “Thank you for your help.”

She then glanced at the young nurse, still frozen and pretending to be a quail, and said: “What are you standing there for? Go prepare the third bottle for patient 12.”

“Oh, right! Coming!”

The young nurse dashed off, relieved.

The head nurse exchanged a few more work pleasantries with Yin Siyao before leaving.

In the pharmacy, the young nurse leaned in and whispered: “Head nurse, Dr. Yin looks so young—how does he have such a big child?”