DCISBS chapter 3

There weren’t many patients that afternoon—just a few girls who came up with creative excuses to get medicine.

When the bell rang from the direction of the classroom building, signaling the end of classes, Xie Quan leaned on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

A balding middle-aged man knocked on the office door and smiled kindly at him.
“Xiao Quan, the day’s over. Go grab something to eat. Don’t overwork yourself—it’s not good for your health.”

Xie Quan looked up and smiled.
“Thanks, Mr. Zhang.”

Soon after, the sounds of people walking filled the infirmary building. Xie Quan waited until the building quieted down, then closed the densely written class notes in front of him, stood up, walked to the corner, picked up the cat bed and scratching post, and headed downstairs.

Although the campus infirmary building at Yuncheng University looked grand, it was staffed by only a handful of actual doctors. With the shift change happening, the sound of Xie Quan’s footsteps echoed loudly through the stairwell.

Students who were willing to work night shifts at the infirmary got extra compensation—because not just anyone could handle being in the building late at night.

Xie Quan let his thoughts wander as he quickened his pace down the stairs.

Not far from the bottom were several side-by-side trash bins. Without hesitation, Xie Quan lifted the lid and threw everything in.

A few small black shadows were startled and darted into the cracks, too fast to tell whether they were mice or something else.

Xie Quan frowned and took a few steps back, only to step on something soft, which caused him to stumble backward.

The next second, his wrist was grabbed—firmly and forcefully.

Before he could react, his whole body was yanked to the side and slammed against a hard wall. Thankfully, the force wasn’t too strong.

As soon as he recognized the person, Xie Quan let out a laugh. His previously tense body relaxed, and his gray eyes behind his glasses looked the other up and down with amusement.

“So that’s who it is,” Xie Quan said casually. “Turns out it’s Mr. Macho from last night.”

Lu Nanyang’s face flushed red, then pale. He instinctively took half a step back, then lunged forward with even greater force, grabbing Xie Quan’s collar and yanking him up. “What did you just throw away?”

“Just some household trash,” Xie Quan looked up, calmly scanning him from head to toe, curling his lips, “Nothing from last night’s… props.”

Lu Nanyang’s hand recoiled like it had been burned, a flush creeping across his face. “F*ck, is that what I asked?!”

Xie Quan adjusted the collar that had been wrinkled. “I believe I said last night that I don’t keep in touch with one-night stands. Please respect my preferences.”

With that, Xie Quan straightened up and moved to walk past Lu Nanyang, only to hear a cold snort by his ear. A fist whizzed past and smashed into the wall beside his head.

Xie Quan appeared calm on the surface, but his hand by his side had its fingernails digging slightly into the palm.

His heartbeat sped up instinctively from the sudden threat.

He hadn’t anticipated the punch. If the other hadn’t deliberately aimed wide, it would’ve landed right on his face.

Lu Nanyang didn’t seem like the type who fought often.

Though tall and visibly muscular, he had an approachable appearance—well-defined features, soft cheekbone and jawline contours, and slightly full lips.

Unlike Xie Quan, who had to rehearse in front of a mirror dozens of times to create a trustworthy image, Lu Nanyang’s warmth was innate.

Of course, it could just be that he was genuinely pissed off.

“Preferences?” Lu Nanyang sneered. “Your ‘preference’ is to be a shameless flirt who accepts everyone?”

Xie Quan raised an eyebrow.

Ah, so that’s what this was about.

He hadn’t pegged Lu Nanyang as the petty, vengeful type. Turns out he was just here to stand up for his friend.

Honestly, if it weren’t for Lu Nanyang, Xie Quan would’ve already forgotten about today’s little episode.

“Hand over Wen Fei’s love letter,” Lu Nanyang said, voice low and firm. “You don’t deserve it.”

Xie Quan stared at him for a moment. He had noticed the night before that whenever Lu Nanyang got angry, excited, or flustered, his neck and ears would flush red.

Retracting his gaze, Xie Quan slowly reached into his jacket pocket under Lu Nanyang’s intense stare. Because they were standing so close, his elbow brushed against Lu Nanyang’s chest.

Xie Quan pulled out the overly flashy pink love letter and tore it in half right in front of Lu Nanyang.

Then into quarters, sixths… and finally, with a flick of his hand, the shredded paper fluttered through the air like snowflakes.

“The love letter was addressed to me,” Xie Quan smiled faintly. “What I do with it is my own business.”

…..

That evening, Lu Nanyang returned to the dorm with a bruised face, startling Wen Fei, Da Ze, and the rest of his roommates.

“You got into a fight?” Da Ze asked in surprise.

Everyone in the dorm knew Lu Nanyang had trained in martial arts, but in the past two years at college, no one had ever seen him throw a punch.

If Lu Nanyang actually fought, it had to be serious.

“I fell,” Lu Nanyang grumbled, flopping onto his bed and chugging a bottle of cold water.

Jia Rong leaned in to inspect his face, letting out a sharp whistle. “You ‘fell’ and ended up looking like that? Impressive.”

Lu Nanyang pointed at him, “Stay out of it, Cool Guy.”

“So who won?” Wen Fei asked, not looking up from his game.

“I said I FELL—”

Wen Fei finally glanced up from his phone, looking serious. “You and the wall—who won?”

Lu Nanyang: “……”

Insane.

Wen Fei didn’t seem bothered by the lack of an answer. He must have finished a round, because he leaned back in his chair, clutching his phone and sighing dramatically.

“Sigh, it’s already been a day. Why hasn’t my dream guy added me on WeChat yet? That’s not right… He must be too busy. No—he’s probably waiting until bedtime to carefully read my love letter!”

In just a few hours, Xie Quan had gone from being “school heartthrob” to full-on “god” in Wen Fei’s eyes.

Lu Nanyang ignored the lunatic, picked up his phone, and opened Yuncheng University’s website. He typed “Xie Quan” into the search bar.

Their school liked to highlight outstanding students’ achievements, though Lu Nanyang doubted someone like Xie Quan would have much to show for himself…

But then his hand froze.

Search results: 99+

“Congratulations to student Xie Quan for receiving the annual Excellent Student Award…”

“Congratulations to student Xie Quan for winning the city medical competition…”

“…Xie Quan ranked first in the entire school and was admitted to…”

“Student Xie Quan was presented with a banner signed by all students of the Literature Department…”

“……” Lu Nanyang took a deep breath and closed the page.

Alright, turns out he’s an academic genius and a scumbag.

Grades aren’t everything. In all his years of school, Lu Nanyang had met plenty of top scorers with terrible character.

Then he opened Yuncheng University’s forum and once again typed in Xie Quan’s name.

There were actually more than three hundred results.

“Is that handsome guy who often works in the infirmary called Xie Quan? What? He’s a student? Oh my god, I couldn’t tell at all. He has such a mature charm—I thought he was a campus doctor!”

“Dr. Xie is so gentle. Unlike others who just prescribe medicine and rush me off, he told me so many things to watch out for—he’s so considerate.”

“Girls, Dr. Xie works afternoon shifts on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday! Night shifts on Saturday and Sunday! He’s seriously super gentle and super responsible. If anything happens, go to him—he won’t let you down!”

“I’m in the same class as Xie Quan, so I know. He really pays attention to everyone. If we don’t understand something, we just ask him. His memory is insane—whatever the teacher says, he can memorize it all after hearing it once. When he explains stuff, it’s even clearer than the teacher.”

“Ahhhh Dr. Xie is truly favored by God. How can someone so perfect exist in this world?”

Lu Nanyang silently scrolled through all the posts. Suddenly, one phrase popped into his head: A refined scumbag.

It was practically tailor-made for this bastard.