Underworld Doctor

My name is Qin Feng. I am twenty-two years old and work as a resident doctor at Linjiang First People’s Hospital. I am what you’d call a devastatingly handsome man—able to play cute, act suave, pretend to be a puppy, or exude pure masculinity as I walk. In short—your typical womanizer.

Since I was eighteen, I’ve changed girlfriends more often than I change clothes. Usually, after spending the night with one, I’d immediately start looking for the next. Everyone around me calls me a scoundrel, and I never argue, because it’s simply the truth.

Sometimes I think I have a split personality—one side of me actively seducing women, the other watching coldly from the sidelines. But when I’m in bed with a woman, the two sides merge into one until that moment of post-pleasure emptiness.

I know there’s something wrong with me. It’s not multiple personalities, but an overwhelming, almost terrifying, need for sex—both physical and psychological. It gnaws at me, consuming me from the inside out. If I can’t satisfy it, I lose control, driving myself to the brink.

That’s my reason for becoming what I am. Or perhaps it’s just an excuse.

I thought my life would go on like this forever. But then, one night while I was on duty, everything changed.

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It was one o’clock in the morning at the emergency department of Linjiang First People’s Hospital. I’d just finished dealing with a handful of critical cases. From experience, I knew there wouldn’t be any more patients at this hour.

Through the large glass doors of the lobby, I watched fine snowflak