The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love
Chapter 207: Who is She (2)

Chapter 207: Who is She (2)

Flashback.

Thirty-one years ago.

Dressed in a sparkling flowing black gown, the leader of She, Bingqing was at the venue to kill her next target. The job was simple.

Kill Yang Cheng.

Infamously also known as the devil doctor.

It wasn’t an under the table deal from the law and cops like her usual jobs but from an influential businessman who held a strong beef against him.

Yang Cheng had refused to operate on his fifteen years old ailing daughter, whose health was rapidly deteriorating. A huge argument had occurred between them at a point after which Yang Cheng simply refused to treat her. Though she was now being treated at another hospital, the businessman was enraged to see him taking out his revenge and bitter feelings on his innocent daughter.

The Yang family was known to be choosy with patients but he had clearly crossed a line here.

Bingqing easily meshed in the crowd keeping a harmless smile on her lips but while also being lookout for her target.

At times it was a little harder to concentrate on her job tonight. The last mission had gifted her with a heavy slash injury across her chest and though she didn’t show it, it hurt as she walked.

"You sure you can do it, Boss?" A voice sounded in the earpiece that was adeptly covered by her black hair dangling in front of her ear.

"This much is nothing," she smirked though was inwardly bitter at herself for losing her precious focus during the last mission.

She didn’t dwell on her past mistakes for long and went back to work. It was some rich socialite’s banquet so it was natural for all the wealthy families to be a part of it tonight, including the Yang family.

That is the Mafia King over there, Jiang Weizhe, she took a swift glance at him, who clearly wasn’t so pleased with the business talk.

Cool. Yang Cheng must be somewhere closer then, she concluded.

Her sources said that Yang Cheng and Jiang Weizhe generally hung out together in the parties.

Yet her search didn’t lead her anywhere. She made all the way to the third floor of the grand banquet’s hall, which was relatively quieter than below. She leaned against a wall and thought to save her energy and organize her search instead of randomly looking out here and there.

Let’s see so where must be Yang Ch-

"You are injured," a voice flatly said.

Bingqing jerked her body back and her eyes stretched wide.

When did he come behind me? I didn’t even sense him. What the hell? Are my senses becoming dull?

But one look and she recognized the man before her.

Yang Cheng. He looks more handsome than in the picture, she thought.

But beauty is useless if the heart is black, she inwardly smiled.

"Dr. Yang," she got to work, flashing her usual smile of trapping her targets. "Fancy seeing you-"

"You are injured," he repeated.

...I think I walked pretty normally but how did he still realize it?

"Your dress is too tight for the injury on your chest," his deep, black eyes stared at her without much expression.

How the hell did he so specifically know that it’s an injury on my chest?

Does he know my identity? No, that is impossible. Stay calm, Bingqing.

She chuckled. "I think you are mistaken-"

Yang Cheng ignored her midway and walked inside a nearby empty room. "Come inside. I will take a look."

Bingqing sneered.

I see what you are doing there. Quite straightforward with your advances towards a beautiful woman, isn’t it? Well it becomes quite easier for me then~

Bingqing hid a tiny needle around a ring on her finger. It was laced with poison. She needed only one chance to shake his hand or possibly touch him anyhow. The poison would do the rest. It was a fast acting poison so Yang Cheng would be dead within seconds.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

"Sit," he said.

"Dr. Yang, I am not injured."

"You are," he plainly replied in a matter of fact tone.

"How are you so sure?"

"I am a doctor. You were not walking properly. Now sit and undress."

Oh my he is not wasting any time now is he~?

Bingqing sat opposite him with an innocent expression. She was only waiting that he would approach her to touch her, fantasizing all the naughty bedroom activities with her. But her eyes popped out of her sockets seeing a medical aid box beside him.

Yang Cheng looked at her and frowned. "You are still dressed?"

"...A first aid box?"

"Yes?"

Wait, what? He is seriously looking to treat me?

Nah, it must be some trick. Hopeless men. Won’t take their guard down unless a woman is naked, tsk tsk.

Bingqing went along with the flow and undid the hook on the back. Her sleeves fell down, exposing her bra and half-naked bouncy chest.

Yang Cheng took a look at the wound dressing and nodded. "Unhook your bra."

Like hell I will let you see my beautiful breasts, she scoffed.

But then she saw him holding a cotton swab in his hand on which he just sprayed some antiseptic. "...Cotton?"

He frowned in displeasure. "You are being very slow."

She stared at him. "You seriously want to perform first aid on me?"

"Why else would I call you inside the room?" He knitted his brows with her apparent confusion.

"...Sex?"

"Why would I want to have sex with you?"

"Because you just literally told me to unhook my bra?"

This time, he stared at her. "I am a doctor. There is an injured patient before me. My hands should be working, not my penis."

Bingqing coughed hard.

"My penis will work only to enter my wife, not my patients."

Saying that, Yang Cheng patiently waited for her. A few seconds of silence ticked by.

She couldn’t quite figure out what came over her but eventually, she unhooked her bra. Her breasts would have made any man lose his sanity and his so-called self-control, yet the man before her only focused on the task at hand.

Neither there was even a single twitch in his expression nor did his hands wander off in the slightest to get a sneaky feel of her breasts. She saw his hands purely and precisely do only what they were aimed at doing.The sight of her breasts didn’t give him any strange urges as if her bare chest was facing a wall.

Yang Cheng redid some stitches, applied a special ointment and draped a fresh new dressing around her chest.

"Done. I will get you another change of loose clothes. You cannot wear tight fitting dresses until your injury is healed. It will worsen the recovery process," he plainly instructed.

He promptly put all the things back and neatly closed the first aid kit. Then he looked at her. "You wait here. An attendant will bring you a new dress set."

He was just about to leave when Bingqing suddenly grabbed his hands out of the blue. It took him by surprise but overall, his expression didn’t change much.

"Anything else?"

"Yes!"

"What is it?"

"Marry me!"

"..."