For Lin Hao, practicing medicine without a license had happened once, and only once. That one time was enough for him to savor for the rest of his life.
Timing, terrain, and human harmony—none could be missing.
Besides, Shen Qingyan had been the goddess in his heart.
"Perhaps nothing could ever compare to the first time again," Lin Hao said wistfully.
"What? You're still reminiscing about it?" Qin Luo cast a strange look at Lin Hao.
"Your Highness, this brat simply doesn't know what's good for him!" Li Xiao said indignantly.
"I suggest we lock him up and starve him for ten years or so. Let's see what he'll still be picky about then!"
The hunger he spoke of did not mean denying Lin Hao food. It meant denying him women!
After arriving here, he had been the first to interact with Lin Hao—and it had been a deep interaction at that.
After hearing about Lin Hao's experiences, he felt as though he had lived all these years for nothing!
Envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Had he known life could be so thrilling, why had he swung his blade so decisively back then?
Now, even if he wanted to restore it, it would be difficult!
It was not merely a physical wound. The cultivation technique he practiced did not permit it, unless he was willing to disperse his cultivation.
"What? You want to make him so hungry that he'll eat anything?" Qin Luo glanced at Li Xiao.
Lin Hao immediately chimed in, "Your Highness, even if you starve me for ten years, I would never take a liking to some neither-man-nor-woman freak!"
As he said this, he gave Li Xiao an especially pointed look. The implication in his gaze could not have been clearer!
Li Xiao nearly exploded.
"Good heavens." Qin