Li Yundong mused over his financial ambitions for a while but failed to find any clarity. He abandoned the thought, instead sitting cross-legged in the living room and practicing qigong all night until dawn. After packing lunch into containers himself, he set off toward the hospital with the Seven Treasures Lingering Fan, intending to visit Zhou Qin.

As he approached the hospital building's main entrance, a soft object suddenly fell from above. Instinctively raising his hand to catch it, Li Yundong found himself holding something unexpectedly supple - a pillow when his vision cleared. Looking upward through the railing, he saw Zhou Qin smiling down at him with mischievous eyes.

Chuckling at the absurdity, Li Yundong waved the pillow. "So this is your welcoming gift?"

Zhou Qin's rosy lips curved into a playful grin. "It slipped accidentally! Just bring it up for me."

Though skeptical about her story, he merely shook his head and entered with the pillow.

Inside the ward, Zhou Qin already waited by the entrance in her wheelchair, smiling at him through the rails.

"Your mood seems particularly bright today," Li Yundong observed as he unpacked his lunch containers.

"Of course! Seeing a silly giant like you always perks me up!" she laughed, batting her lashes.

Faking annoyance, he glared. "You come to visit with good intentions only to mock me?"

Her eyes sparkled with mirth. "I haven't said anything yet. Why the dramatic reaction?"

"Hmph," Li Yundong gave in without further argument, but his curiosity surfaced immediately, "Seems yesterday's events didn't faze you at all? What could possibly make you this cheerful? And how did you know I'd be coming? How long have you been waiting on that balcony?"

Zhou Qin wheeled herself to the bedside and turned her laptop toward him. "Have a look."

The screen displayed Tian Nan University's forum, now flooded with speculation about last night's welcome party. Nine out of ten threads focused entirely on Li Yundong under increasingly bizarre titles - "Age Gap Romance: New Interpretation of Sword Saint," "Social Implications of Zhao Ling'er Proactively Pursuing the Sword Saint," and "Li Xiaoyao, a Three-Zero Guy (No House/Car/Career), What Does Ling'er Have to Love About You?"

Li Yundong stared in disbelief. "These people are actually inventing this nonsense?!"

Zhou Qin giggled uncontrollably. "They're making things up left and right! Don't think you're the only genius at Tian Nan University."

He nodded solemnly. "Right, there's always a mountain higher than another - and one madman crazier than the next!"

After some lighthearted banter over the forum posts, Li Yundong suddenly realized something odd about their previous massage sessions.

"Let's skip going outside this time," he suggested. "Lie down while I work on your back."

Zhou Qin hesitated, cheeks flushing slightly. "Through my clothes?"

He recalled the previous encounter with Xuanqi and cleared his throat formally. "I haven't yet mastered healing through garments. Please forgive me for the intrusion."

Her face turned deep crimson as she teased, "Are you a monk or some sort of... perverted priest?"

Never having engaged in such flirtatious banter before, Li Yundong felt uncharacteristically flustered. Forcing himself to maintain composure, he gestured sharply, "Hurry up and lie on the bed!"

Watching his awkwardness closely, Zhou Qin added with a wink, "You'll have to carry me then..."

Taking an inward breath at this unexpected development, Li Yundong carefully lifted her from behind - the soft curves of her body pressing against him like a dream. Though accustomed to various beauties in Su Chan's world, he now found himself captivated by Zhou Qin's fragile allure.

"Nam-myoho-renge-kyo," he muttered under his breath, trying to center himself through mantra recitation.

Zhou Qin watched with equal parts amusement and irritation as Li Yundong finally positioned her properly on the bed. Her white hospital gown did little to conceal the graceful curve of her backside - a silhouette that sent unexpected jitters through him despite his attempts at focus.

As he placed his hands on her kidney and qi sea points, their first skin contact caused Zhou Qin's entire body to shiver with electric sensation. A small gasp escaped her lips like spring rain breaking through winter ice.

This sound threatened to break even Li Yundong's spiritual composure, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he scolded, "What was that for?"

Her pouting gaze promised retribution while she murmured, "You're the one invading my personal space."

Feeling the full weight of her beauty now, Li Yundong mentally cursed. The ancient saying about beauty being a blade cutting through bones suddenly felt all too real.

Holding a pillow tightly against her lips to muffle further noises, Zhou Qin's eyes spoke volumes in their silent invitation - the image of delicate willows trembling under sudden storms.

"Alright," he surrendered with a wry smile, "shout as much as you want. But stop looking at me like that - I can't take it!"

Muffled laughter came from beneath the pillow as Zhou Qin warned through her teeth, "Don't take too long - my father might return soon."

As Li Yundong worked his yang energy into her meridians, he joked anxiously, "I hope your dad doesn't shoot me on sight?"

"Who knows," she giggled. "He's been pretty angry at you..."

Inside, Zhou Qin felt a complex mix of pride and guilt - for having stolen away both her father's daughter and his political power through Li Yundong's recent actions.

When the door opened unexpectedly, everyone froze. The head doctor Zhang Guofang led two young doctors inside, their deference toward him bordering on fawning as they discussed medical charts. Zhou Keqiang himself wore a similar expression of subservience.

All four were stunned to find Li Yundong's hands already under Zhou Qin's gown while she lay blushing with pleasure.

Zhou Keqiang's face darkened with fury at what appeared to be his son-in-law's reckless behavior in such an inappropriate setting, while the junior doctors immediately lashed out.

"Hey! This is a hospital room, not some spa!" one shouted rudely.

Though offended by the implication, Zhou Keqiang could only suppress his anger - now just an ordinary citizen with no power to retaliate.

Zhang Guofang, however, simply gazed at Zhou Qin's exposed profile with hungry fascination. The girl quickly recovered her regal bearing, coldly asserting, "He's my classmate helping me with treatment."

The junior doctors sneered suspiciously. One scoffed, "Treatment? How is this your version of medical care? Who do you think you are?"

Li Yundong turned to face them calmly. When Zhang Guofang demanded his credentials, he simply stated, "I'm not a doctor."

The room filled with condescending laughter as one doctor boasted, "This is Dr. Zhang Guofang, our country's foremost expert in neurovascular and tumor therapies!"

"Expert," Li Yundong mused dryly under his breath, recalling how the term had recently taken on new meanings.