Actually, Ling Yu wasn't trying to compete with him—he just felt that sometimes it was necessary to show a bit of strength to shoo away the flies buzzing around Jiang Yan. After all, a stunning beauty like her was bound to attract unwanted attention from men.

  "You don't own a Ferrari. Are you going to rent one again?" Jiang Yan tugged at Ling Yu, feeling it was unnecessary for him to engage in a rivalry with the BMW guy.

  "But that Ferrari really is mine." Ling Yu smiled without further explanation.

  Jiang Yan sighed and decided not to bother with him.

  The next morning, Ling Yu went to Shen Yuxuan's place to pick up the car and drove Jiang Yan to Ren'ai Hospital.

  Just like last time, his driving was painfully slow.

  "The way you drive this Ferrari is an insult to its inventor, really," Jiang Yan said coldly, shooting him a disdainful glance.

  When they arrived at the hospital, the BMW guy and a group of doctors were waiting at the entrance for Professor Hua, holding a red banner.

  Upon seeing Ling Yu and Jiang Yan, the doctors were astonished.

  "Oh my god, Jiang Yan, who is this handsome guy?"

  "Who else could it be? Her husband, of course. No wonder he married a beauty like Jiang Yan—he's both good-looking and rich!"

  "Is that a limited edition Ferrari? Wow, he must be loaded!"

  A few of them couldn't resist taking photos with their phones.

  The BMW guy's face instantly turned grim, and he was shocked that Ling Yu had actually driven a Ferrari. But Ling Yu didn't seem like the type to own such a car.

  "Hey, buddy, remember our bet last night? You said if I drove a Ferrari to drop my wife off at work, you'd walk on your hands. Well, here I am. Time to fulfill your promise."

  Ling Yu smiled at him when the BMW guy remained silent.

  "Impossible! You must have borrowed or rented that car! Otherwise, why didn't you drive it last night? You walked here to pick up Jiang Yan!" the BMW guy retorted, convinced he was right.

  Jiang Yan's heart sank, and she glared at Ling Yu. She had warned him not to show off, and now he'd been exposed. How would he get out of this?

  Hearing the BMW guy's words, the crowd lost interest, their looks turning dismissive.

  "Ugh, so it's rented. I thought he was actually rich."

  "How ridiculous, trying to show off when he can't afford it."

  "Some people will do anything for vanity."

  Ling Yu didn't bother explaining. He calmly took the vehicle registration document from the car and tossed it to the BMW guy. "Take a good look. Whose name is on it? By the way, my name is He Jiarong."

  The BMW guy, feeling uneasy under Ling Yu's confidence, had no choice but to open the document. The name "He Jiarong" was clearly written on it.

  "It really is his car!"

  "I knew it! Who would rent a Ferrari just to drop their wife off at work?"

  "Fang Yiming, it's his car. Time to honor your bet."

  The doctors, always eager for drama, were now eager to see Fang Yiming humiliated.

  Jiang Yan was shocked and glared at Ling Yu. This spendthrift must have used all their savings to buy this car. She'd have to settle this with him later.

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  Fang Yiming, the BMW guy, flushed red and stood there speechless and flustered.

  "Well, Young Master Fang, time to fulfill your bet," Ling Yu said with a smile. "What's wrong? Is walking on your hands too difficult? Let me help you."

  Before Fang Yiming could react, Ling Yu rushed forward, crouched down, grabbed his ankles, and flipped him over.

  Fang Yiming let out a startled cry. Before he knew what was happening, he was upside down, barely catching himself with his hands to avoid face-planting.

  "Now, to the left. Good. Now to the right. There you go."

  Ling Yu held Fang Yiming's legs and walked around, forcing Fang Yiming to shuffle on his hands. His face and neck turned crimson, and he struggled to speak. "Let me go... Let me go!"

  "Ha ha ha ha..."

  The crowd burst into laughter.

  Jiang Yan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh at Fang Yiming's predicament. She shot Ling Yu a mock glare. This rascal seemed honest but was full of mischief.

  "Alright, that's enough," Jiang Yan said, seeing Fang Yiming's face turn purple.

  Ling Yu released him, and Fang Yiming fell to the ground with a thud, gasping for air, clearly in discomfort.

  "Young Master Fang is a man of his word. You said you'd walk on your hands, and you did. Though it seems you need more practice."

  Ling Yu clapped his hands and gave him a thumbs-up.

  The crowd laughed again.

  Fang Yiming glared at Ling Yu with hatred, his chest burning with anger.

  Ling Yu smugly winked at Jiang Yan. After this spectacle, anyone thinking of pursuing her would think twice.

  Jiang Yan rolled her eyes but couldn't hide a faint smile.

  When Ling Yu returned to the clinic, he found Wei Xuening already waiting at the door, kicking his security gate.

  "Little girl, what are you doing?" Ling Yu called out. As a police officer, she should know better than to vandalize property!

  "What does it look like? Kicking the door! It's so late, and you're not even open. Just close down already!" Wei Xuening glared at him, annoyed.

  After Ling Yu opened the door, she impatiently said, "Hurry up and give me a massage. I have things to do."

  "Alright, lie down on the bed," Ling Yu said while organizing his desk.

  It was an innocent remark, but Wei Xuening blushed and muttered "pervert" under her breath.

  As she lay on the examination bed, she felt a flicker of fear. This fearless, notorious "female demon" in the eyes of criminals was actually scared.

  "Aren't you going to wear gloves?" she asked, frowning.

  "Who wears gloves for a massage? This isn't construction work. Lie still!"

  Ling Yu's hands were already on her lower back.

  Wei Xuening felt a cool, soothing sensation spread through her muscles, easing her fatigue and fear. Instead, she was filled with comfort.

  Ling Yu's hands gently pressed and kneaded her spine, relaxing her entire body. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her life. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation.

  Even when Ling Yu's hands reached the top of her hips, she didn't react, wishing the feeling would never end.

  "Alright, you can get up now."

  After about half an hour, Ling Yu stopped.

  "What? Already?" Wei Xuening was surprised, then blushed. Why did she sound like she wanted him to continue?

  Ling Yu gave her a strange look. Weren't you just hating me a moment ago?

  "I'll be going then," Wei Xuening said, avoiding his gaze as she hurried out.

  "Come back!" Ling Yu called. "The fee is eighty."

  "Cheapskate!"

  Wei Xuening slapped a hundred-yuan bill on the table. "Our meals aren't free, you know. Keep the change. Consider it a tip from me."

  She dashed off before Ling Yu could say another word.

  In the afternoon, Ling Yu saw a few patients before closing up and heading home for dinner. After dinner, he drove to pick up Jiang Yan.

  Since it was the last day of case discussions, Jiang Yan had to pack up some things and was running late. Ling Yu waited for her in the emergency room on the first floor.

  As Jiang Yan came downstairs, Fang Yiming emerged from an office in a white coat. "Jiang Yan, have you thought about what I said this morning? Our hospital is just as good as Qinghai People's Hospital. And since I'm the dean's nephew, I can guarantee you a department head position."

  "Not interested, thanks."

  Jiang Yan didn't even look at him as she walked toward Ling Yu.

  Fang Yiming glared at Ling Yu with resentment.

  Ling Yu returned the cold stare. This Young Master Fang had a short memory. He'd just taught him a lesson this morning, and here he was again.

  As Ling Yu debated whether to teach him another lesson, a sudden screech of brakes echoed outside, followed by a panicked voice. "Help! Doctors! Save him!"

  A young man in black leather rushed in, followed by a burly man carrying a bloodied young man.

  Ling Yu could tell the injured man had severe trauma. Glass shards were embedded in his hair, likely from a car accident.

  He quickly stepped forward, felt the man's pulse, and examined his legs, body, and head. "He's suffered a major impact. Both legs are shattered, his skull is fractured, and four ribs are broken. One has punctured his lung. He needs surgery immediately!"

  "Who do you think you are? Some kind of god? You can diagnose just by touching him? Don't show off your half-baked TCM knowledge here. This requires surgery! Only Western medicine can save him. Get out of here!"

  Fang Yiming seized the opportunity to mock Ling Yu. He'd looked into Ling Yu and knew he ran a clinic and had some reputation in TCM circles. But he looked down on TCM, considering it mere quackery.

  This patient's injuries were beyond TCM's capabilities, so Fang Yiming saw a chance to humiliate Ling Yu.