Wang Zhuo lay in the hospital bed, deep in a rather vivid dream. Through the white coat of the beautiful doctor, he could glimpse a pale blue shirt, a pink bra, black silk pantyhose, Winnie the Pooh cartoon underwear, and...

Admiring the view, he sighed contentedly to himself, What a beautiful dream!

The young female doctor was intently studying Wang Zhuo’s EEG when she suddenly noticed the patient staring fixedly at her. A shiver traced its way down her spine for no apparent reason. "You're awake?" she managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.

Wang Zhuo, engrossed in his observation, paid her no mind, merely letting out a silly chuckle.

The sound sent a chill through the doctor, making her uneasy. This patient might have lost his mind! she thought with alarm.

A place of trouble is no place to linger! The doctor quickly backed out of the room, calling out, "Director Zhao! Director Zhao! Patient in bed seventeen is awake!"

"Huh? Why are you leaving? Don't go!" Wang Zhuo bolted upright, attempting to follow, when a sharp, intense pain shot through the back of his left hand!

What was going on? Wang Zhuo looked down. An IV needle was stuck in the back of his hand, the adhesive tape already soaked dark crimson with blood. He was still on a drip. Getting up so abruptly must have pulled the needle, causing it to shift and bleed.

"Damn, that really hurts!" Wang Zhuo hissed, sucking in air. He used his right hand to gently adjust the needle's position until the bleeding stopped.

Wait, why did that dream feel so real? As Wang Zhuo stood there bewildered, he suddenly snapped to attention and jumped to his feet because two figures—a man and a woman—had just entered the room from outside!

Leading the way was a small, withered old man, perhaps sixty years old. He was thin and scraggly, his slack skin covered in fine wrinkles. His slightly protruding belly hung loose, and his legs were as thin as dry sticks.

Following behind the old man was the very doctor whose attire he had just examined with such clarity. Her full breasts seemed gently supported by invisible hands, and the skin on either side of her hips showed slight indentations—the tell-tale marks left by the elastic band of her Bear-shaped underwear.

Wang Zhuo stood gaping, frozen in place, completely oblivious to the old man addressing him.

"Student, student?"

After calling out several times with no reaction, the old man’s expression grew serious, and he cast a questioning look toward the female doctor.

The female doctor shook her head repeatedly. "I don't know what happened. He's been like this since he woke up."

"Are the family members here? Have they arrived?" The old man wanted to inquire about the patient's medical history, perhaps mental illness or neurological disorders.

The female doctor shook her head again. "They said the family is out of town, but the school left a contact number when they brought him in."

"I’ll make the call," the old man said, gesturing toward Wang Zhuo’s bleeding left hand. "You take care of that."

The old man left. The female doctor hesitated for a moment, then pulled a strip of tape from her upper pocket. She tore off a piece, pressed it onto the back of her own hand, then walked over, gently supporting Wang Zhuo’s hand. Slowly, she peeled away the blood-soaked tape, readjusted the needle, and secured it with a fresh piece.

Wang Zhuo remained seated, staring blankly, his mind miles away.

Because, at that moment, the scenery before him was shifting rapidly, like a malfunctioning slide projector. The doctor’s coat, her undergarments, flashed into view and vanished, reappeared and vanished again. The nearby equipment constantly changed its appearance; layers of casing dissolved and reformed, and even individual components cycled through moments of transparency, granting him an unobstructed view!

The female doctor finished taping the needle and hurried away. Wang Zhuo sat motionless for another ten minutes before his stunned expression finally normalized.

He had finally regained control over his vision. The objects he saw no longer flickered chaotically; they responded to his will. He could focus and see through things if he wished, or see normally if he preferred.

How did I suddenly gain X-ray vision? Wang Zhuo was puzzled. He deliberately calmed his mind and tried to recall the events of the day.

It was the second day of the final mock exam before the Gaokao (College Entrance Exam). Naturally, for a poor student like Wang Zhuo, who likely wouldn't even pass the entrance exam for an ordinary junior college, it wasn't a particularly significant day.

After the comprehensive exam that morning, he sauntered out of school as usual, chewing gum, planning to find a pool hall, win a few racks, and earn enough for lunch. Just outside the school gate, he saw a group of five guys who clearly weren't up to any good, forcibly dragging his classmate, Sun Donghao, toward a small alleyway.

Wang Zhuo usually found Sun Donghao rather annoying; he thought Sun Donghao handled things like a sissy—too fussy and indecisive. However, Sun Donghao was an excellent student, one of the few in the class expected to get into Tsinghua University. Furthermore, Wang Zhuo had made him write his homework a few times, and although Sun Donghao grumbled, he always completed it diligently. Therefore, Wang Zhuo couldn't just stand by and watch him get bullied.

"Hey! You guys, stop right there," Wang Zhuo shouted, halting the group.

When the guys turned around, Wang Zhuo realized there were five of them, none of them students. One sported a nose piercing, marking him clearly as a low-level hoodlum.

The nose-piercing guy spat a stream of saliva between his teeth and cursed viciously, "You little brat, mind your own business!"

Whoosh! Instantly, a five-meter radius around Wang Zhuo cleared out. Students quickly distanced themselves to avoid getting involved in trouble. This was the upside of attending a key high school: everyone minded their own business and focused solely on studying.

"You little brat, let him go now!" Wang Zhuo shot back without hesitation. He was something of a minor thug himself on campus and was quite good at fighting. His nickname, "Action Director," spoke volumes about his skill. These five looked like they had low combat potential, so he didn't take them seriously.

The nose-piercing guy was furious that a student dared to challenge him. He strode up to Wang Zhuo and reached out to grab his hair, intending to perform a "Thousand Jin Lift" combined with an "Immortal Swallow Flight."

The Thousand Jin Lift involved grabbing the opponent’s hair while driving a knee into their face—a hard strike could leave the victim's face blooming like a peach blossom, a highly damaging move. The Immortal Swallow Flight was a spinning back kick from Taekwondo; if it landed solidly, the target would be sent flying two or three meters, usually too injured to get up.

But what met him instead were the "Lushan Rising Dragon Power" and the "Pegasus Comet Fist." Wang Zhuo rarely moved unless necessary, but when he did, his strikes were both precise and brutal. After a combination of a left hook and a right straight punch, the nose-piercing guy spun dizzily and collapsed onto the ground, blood streaming from his nose.

"Get him! Kill him!" the nose-piercing guy wailed.

What followed was a chaotic brawl. Although Wang Zhuo was a decent fighter, he hadn't expected two of the thugs to dare draw switchblades right at the crowded school entrance, making it impossible for him to use his full striking range. After knocking down two of them, he was about to push through the crowd and escape when something heavy struck the back of his head. Then, everything went dark.

The memory ended there.

When he next woke up, he was in the hospital, possessing X-ray vision and having just seen the beautiful doctor's inner self!

Good thing I was on an IV drip, otherwise I might have rushed over there and harassed the doctor! Thinking this, Wang Zhuo broke out in a cold sweat, feeling immensely relieved!

Just as he was celebrating his luck, a young nurse arrived. She was called a 'little nurse' because of her age, but she wasn't short—at least 1.7 meters tall.

"Bed eleven, Wang Zhuo, right?" the nurse asked.

Wang Zhuo nodded. The nurse reached up to take down the IV bottle. "We need to do a CT scan. I'll hold the drip stand for you. Come on."

"Wait a moment," Wang Zhuo quickly interjected. "What medication am I on right now?"

The nurse removed the bottle and checked the label. "Saline, and something to calm and refresh the brain."

Wang Zhuo shook his head; he felt perfectly fine. He smiled. "I'm better now, just take the needle out."

"That's not allowed; there's still half a bottle left," the nurse insisted, adhering to procedure.

Wang Zhuo paid her no mind. Seeing she wouldn't remove the needle, he lifted his left hand, used his right hand to peel back the tape, covered the puncture site with his fingers, lowered his head, bit down on the tube, and yanked out the needle with a sharp tug.

"You..." The nurse was speechless. She rarely encountered such a reckless young man, but at least he was better than those patients and family members who often took their frustration out on nurses, so she didn't say anything further.

Since she didn't need to hold the IV stand, the nurse didn't want to accompany Wang Zhuo to the scan either. She handed him a slip of paper. "The MRI room is at the end of the third-floor hallway. Take this, and just follow the doctor's instructions once you get in."

"CT scan, huh? What are they checking for with this?" Wang Zhuo took the slip and immediately objected. "A Head CT? I'm perfectly lucid. Why would I need this? It can have long-term side effects!"

The nurse pouted. "Director Zhao said you must have this done. He suspects there is something... wrong with your brain!"

"Director Zhao? The little old man?"

Upon receiving confirmation, Wang Zhuo scoffed, "His brain is what's wrong! He’s the one with the mental illness!"

Yes, he definitely suspects you have a psychological disorder! The nurse could only think this thought; she dared not voice it!

Wang Zhuo remembered another matter. "Right, what about my medical fees?"

"I heard the school is covering everything in full. Didn't you save a classmate?"

"They have a conscience, I guess," Wang Zhuo stood up, patted his pockets to confirm nothing was missing, and started to leave.

The nurse quickly snatched up the CT form and chased after him. "Hey! Do you even know where the CT room is?"

Wang Zhuo waved his hand dismissively. "To hell with the CT room, I’m leaving."

The nurse grabbed his arm. "No! If you're discharging yourself, you have to sign the forms first!"

Helpless, Wang Zhuo followed her to the doctor’s office and scrawled his messy, illegible signature across the discharge papers. It was finally done. Fortunately, Director Zhao and the beautiful doctor weren't around; otherwise, it would have taken more arguing, and he might not have been able to leave at all.

As he was leaving, he met the nurse’s gaze, which seemed a mixture of anger and teasing reluctance. Wang Zhuo couldn't resist using his X-ray vision on her. Sadly, the nurse was shapely everywhere else, but her chest was as flat as an airfield runway, featuring only a pair of "small thumbtacks" complemented by two thick foam pads for show.

Wang Zhuo was utterly disappointed!