Is Great Evil Also a Sickness?

As Gu Ye reached the entrance of the clinic, he saw Ning Rongrong put away the little medicine bottle before leaving and smiled with a nod.

He believed that Ning Rongrong would come looking for him again before long. This was a physician's understanding of his patient.

Ning Rongrong's little steamed buns certainly wouldn't be able to resist the temptation of becoming big white rabbits.

Before long, his hand technique would surely be able to work wonders on Ning Rongrong's little steamed buns.

Just as Gu Ye was about to go inside and treat the next young married woman, the foot he had just stepped over the threshold with froze once more.

Ding

One of the original Shrek Seven Devils, Zhu Zhuqing, detected.

System assessment: Illness detected.

"Physician Gu, what's wrong?" Seeing Gu Ye stop, the young woman waiting for treatment covered her chest, squeezed it into an alluring curve, and asked him shyly.

But Gu Ye ignored the young woman and quickly turned around to look outside the clinic.

A woman was walking over from nearby.

She wore a set of black, form-fitting clothes that clung tightly to her body, outlining her perfect figure in breathtaking curves.

Her long black hair draped over her shoulders, and her skin was fair. She possessed an exceptionally voluptuous, fiery figure that did not match her age.

Her expression was cold, a coldness that came from deep within—pure, icy cold. There was not even a trace of vitality in her black eyes, which clashed somewhat with her originally exquisite face.

"What a coincidence. Tang San and Xiao Wu had barely left, then Ning Rongrong left, and now I've run into you."

"Zhu Zhuqing."

That was right. The woman passing by Gu Ye's Medical Clinic was none other than Zhu Zhuqing.

With the system's prompt, Gu Ye recognized her at a glance.

After all, Zhu Zhuqing's figure and looks were stunning beyond belief. Coupled with the system notification, it would have been difficult for him not to recognize her.

Gu Ye thought about it. Today seemed to be the day Shrek Academy was recruiting students. His clinic was located in Suotuo City, and anyone heading to Shrek Academy truly had to pass by this place.

It was only natural that he would encounter Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.

The moment Gu Ye looked at Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuqing also sensed a somewhat heated gaze upon her.

Her Martial Soul was the Hell Spirit Cat, and she was born with extremely sharp senses. Upon sensing that heated gaze, she immediately searched for its source.

When she saw a remarkably handsome man in a strange white lab coat looking at her, her steps paused for a moment.

After taking a glance at him, Zhu Zhuqing saw that he was rather good-looking, but that was not enough to draw her attention.

Strength and survival were what she pursued.

Then she lifted her foot and continued toward Shrek Academy, the destination of her journey.

She wanted an explanation from that man who had abandoned her, fled here, and was now living it up.

"Miss, you're ill."

That's right, it was still Gu Ye speaking, and he was speaking to Zhu Zhuqing.

Of course, Zhu Zhuqing really was ill, and quite seriously at that.

For Gu Ye, curing this illness only required him to move his hand and touch Zhu Zhuqing's most prominent area once.

To clarify, Gu Ye wanted to treat Zhu Zhuqing only for the Surgery Points. He was absolutely not coveting Zhu Zhuqing's beauty. After all, Gu Ye was a proper physician, and he had a proper system too.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to leave, she stopped and turned to look at Gu Ye upon hearing those words.

"What did you say?" Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold and lifeless, just like her expression.

"You're ill." Gu Ye looked directly at Zhu Zhuqing and repeated himself.

After speaking, Gu Ye examined Zhu Zhuqing from head to toe, his gaze eventually settling on her astonishing chest.

Could it be that having large breasts was also an illness? Of course not. How could having large breasts possibly be an illness?

The reason Gu Ye's gaze lingered on Zhu Zhuqing's chest was naturally because he had his reasons.

Zhu Zhuqing did not particularly mind Gu Ye openly examining her without the slightest concealment.

But since Gu Ye had just said that she was ill, she wanted to know why he would say such a thing.

"A few days ago, your left leg was injured. It was even a minor fracture. Although you used Soul Power to heal it somewhat, the injury was never fully cured. Apart from your leg, the muscles beneath your chest and in your abdomen are damaged, and there is stagnant blood remaining inside your body. Clearly, you went through a life-and-death battle a few days ago."

At this point, Gu Ye looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "Am I wrong?"

"Who are you?" After Gu Ye so accurately described where she had been injured, Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with a hint of wariness in her eyes.

Once her suspicions were raised, she scrutinized Gu Ye. Upon discovering that his strength was unfathomable, she did not make a move, merely watching him guardedly.

"I'm the physician here. I specialize in treating illnesses. You're ill, and I have medicine. If you want answers, come inside with me."

After speaking, Gu Ye looked at the young married women lined up outside the clinic and helplessly announced, "My apologies, everyone. Treatment ends here for today. Please go home first."

"Ah!"

"But my chest feels so tight. I really want Physician Gu to treat me."

"Mine too. My chest feels tight. I really want Physician Gu's Hand of God to give me a thorough treatment."

"Physician Gu, my illness is so serious!"

The young married women in line were all reluctant to leave, striking seductive poses and pretending to be sick.

Seeing this, Gu Ye had no choice but to harden his heart and drive away this group of loyal patients.

Compared to Zhu Zhuqing, these young married women were still lacking in the chest department. Gu Ye understood perfectly well which mattered more.

Zhu Zhuqing watched Gu Ye and the group of women the entire time. Thinking of what Gu Ye had said earlier, she weighed it over before ultimately entering the Hand of God Medical Clinic.

Inside the clinic, Gu Ye sat in his chair waiting for Zhu Zhuqing. When he saw that she had indeed come in, he smiled happily to himself.

Zhu Zhuqing walked up to Gu Ye. Simply standing there, she seemed to make the air around her much colder.

She crossed her arms over her chest, pressing them into a startling curve. Her lifeless black eyes looked at Gu Ye—just a simple, silent stare.

"I'm very happy you came in. Treating patients is a physician's duty. I can help you completely eliminate the injuries on your body."

Zhu Zhuqing did not care about what Gu Ye had said. Her main reason for coming inside was to find out why Gu Ye knew her injuries so well.

Task One: Help Zhu Zhuqing, one of the Shrek Seven Devils, treat her injuries. Reward: Surgery Points +100

Task Two: Obtain one drop of Zhu Zhuqing's blood. Reward: Surgery Points +500

Task Three: .

Gu Ye looked at the system rewards for treating Zhu Zhuqing, as well as the special task related to her that followed. Tempted, he said, "Besides treating your illness, I can also help you become stronger. I can even help your Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Soul evolve."

"What did you say?!"

Zhu Zhuqing had not reacted much upon hearing that Gu Ye could make her stronger, but when she heard him say he could evolve her Martial Soul, she stared at him in shock.

It was the first time she had ever heard the term Martial Soul Evolution. It was also the first time she had heard that a Martial Soul could evolve.

"Wait. Why do you know that my Martial Soul is the Netherworld Spirit Cat? Who exactly are you?" Zhu Zhuqing was still Zhu Zhuqing. Once she recovered, she looked at Gu Ye warily.

She had realized that Gu Ye not only knew who she was, but also seemed to know a great deal about her. Thinking of the people who had pursued her a few days ago, Zhu Zhuqing could not help but suspect him.

Oops, he had accidentally let it slip. It was all because Zhu Zhuqing's chest was too big, throwing his mind into disarray. After teasing himself inwardly, Gu Ye smiled calmly and said, "I'm just a physician—a physician who treats people. You're sick, and I can treat you. It's that simple. If you suspect me of anything, you can choose to leave."

"Turn left when you go out. I won't see you off."

After Gu Ye finished speaking, he snapped his fingers with a sharp crack. A blade of incomparable sharpness appeared in his hand.

The blade and handle were flat, its entire body silver-white. It was over thirteen centimeters long, with a blade around three centimeters in length—also flat, its edge gleaming with a cold light.

It was Gu Ye's Martial Soul, the Surgical Blade.

Gu Ye snapped his fingers again, and several items appeared before him.

He picked up the Surgical Blade and leisurely went about his work.

As for Zhu Zhuqing's treatment task and blood-drawing task, Gu Ye looked up at her. "Eh, you're still here? I thought you'd left." Gu Ye looked at Zhu Zhuqing in apparent confusion. Anyone unaware of the truth might really have believed he was puzzled.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her folded arms. She gave a cold snort, turned around, and prepared to leave.

But the foot she had just raised stopped in midair, because she remembered Gu Ye saying that he could make her stronger and evolve her Martial Soul. She felt somewhat curious.

As for whether Gu Ye knew her because he was working with those who had pursued her, Zhu Zhuqing could tell that he was not.

"You want me to treat you?" Gu Ye asked when he saw that Zhu Zhuqing had not left.

Zhu Zhuqing touched the place where she had been injured a few days ago. Even now, she could still feel a faint ache there. Then, she nodded.

"In that case, go sit on the bed beside you."

As Gu Ye spoke, he put away the items in front of him, leaving behind only one bottle labeled serum.

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Gu Ye, chose to trust him, and walked over to sit on the white bed nearby.

Zhu Zhuqing found the layout here, as well as Gu Ye's clothing, somewhat strange. There was no other reason—everything was white, which differed somewhat from what she knew. Still, she did not ask any questions.

Gu Ye held the bottle labeled serum in his left hand and his Martial Soul Surgical Blade in his right as he walked toward Zhu Zhuqing.

He was going to take a drop of Zhu Zhuqing's blood.