A Bad-Hearted Doctor is Unbearably Beautiful - Chapter 93

Based on Li Lin’s confession, the two managed to grasp the basic entry protocol for the club.

Entering the “Sacred Healing Manor” was no simple feat. First, one needed a recommendation from a sponsor or a long-term client who had previously spent exorbitant amounts on “specialized medical services.” This was followed by a complex vetting process before a virtual identity was finally generated. Only after paying a astronomical entry fee would one be granted access.

Lu Xiao and Shen Zhao exchanged a look; their expressions held a mix of tension and excitement. If they could navigate these hurdles, they’d be one step closer to dismantling this nest of vipers.

After spending two grueling days, they finally locked onto a middleman who navigated the so-called upper-crust circles. His name was Lin Yi.

While Lu Xiao directed Old Zhou to keep Zhai Hongtian distracted—using Li Lin to feed him “smoke bombs” and keep him in a state of frazzled confusion—he busied himself preparing all the materials for the false identities.

Finally, everything was ready.

The Night Before Entering the “Sacred Healing Manor”

Shen Zhao stood before a full-length mirror, inspecting his reflection. The impeccably tailored suit outlined his lean frame with sharp precision; the aquamarine cufflinks on his sleeves shimmered under the light.

Lu Xiao had even dug out a watch worth several million from his “evidence” (or perhaps personal stash) and strapped it onto Shen Zhao’s wrist.

“Tsk. Not bad at all.”

Lu Xiao was dressed in an “old money” style cashmere sweater and trousers, leaning lazily against the doorframe. His eyes were glued to Shen Zhao, refusing to move. “By the way, remember your persona. Don’t forget the lines we rehearsed.”

Shen Zhao shot him a glare and sat on the sofa, clutching the background files Lu Xiao had provided. The more he read, the more his head ached.

Lu Xiao sauntered over and sat on the calfskin sofa opposite him, legs crossed casually, arms draped loosely over the armrests. He looked entirely too relaxed.

Finally, Shen Zhao couldn’t take it anymore. “Lu Xiao, are you absolutely sure you didn’t smuggle in some personal interests when you wrote these identities?”

“Hmm?” Lu Xiao shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes curving. “And how exactly did I ‘smuggle’ anything in?”

Shen Zhao tossed the documents at him, his face cold. “Is the backstory you wrote for us even rational?”

Lu Xiao raised an eyebrow, caught the papers, and flipped through them. “What’s wrong with it? Li Heng, only son of a multinational conglomerate head. Personality: arrogant, flamboyant, and profligate. Suffering from a hereditary family disease on his mother’s side, he needs to find suitable organs for future contingencies.”

Shen Zhao narrowed his eyes. “Right, you’re the flamboyant one. What about me?”

Lu Xiao rubbed his chin and continued reading: “Despite his youth and wasteful spending, having gone through countless lovers, he finally had a change of heart upon meeting his private physician, ‘Liang Jianwei.’ Since then, he dotes on him alone. For this trip, he insists his private doctor accompany him to perform a risk assessment for his potential future surgery.”

Shen Zhao fought the urge to roll his eyes, pointing at a specific line: “‘Gone through countless lovers, dotes on him alone’? What kind of script is this?”

Lu Xiao immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I swear it wasn’t me! Ancestor, I don’t have that kind of imagination!”

Shen Zhao turned away in a huff.

“Really, I promise! I originally wanted to just make us two business partners. Or you’re the rich heir and I’m your bodyguard or something! Blame Lin Xue. She insisted that writing it this way makes it more ‘authentic.’ I listened and… well, it kind of made sense.”

“What sense could that possibly make?”

“Heh, she said anyone capable of something as insane as buying organs must be both powerful and crazy. If our setting was too ordinary, they’d get suspicious!”

Shen Zhao sighed, picking up the file to look it over again. “So, your setting is a madman?”

Lu Xiao paused, thinking for a moment. “A deeply affectionate madman.”

Shen Zhao:

3:00 AM

A private jet taxied slowly to a halt on the tarmac.

Shen Zhao wore a classic Burberry trench coat, standing side-by-side with Lu Xiao at the foot of the airbridge, gazing at the distant building shrouded in the darkness of the night.

Guided by a waiter through an inconspicuous side door, they entered the main hall of the private medical club.

Lu Xiao had his arm around Shen Zhao’s shoulder, looking as if he’d had a bit too much to drink. He stumbled slightly, acting the part of the tipsy, wealthy playboy.

Stepping into the hall, they were met with opulence. Golden wall lamps cast a soft, warm glow, reflecting a scene of absolute decadence. Entering the hall was easy, but they still didn’t know the exact location of the “Sacred Healing Manor.”

As they looked around, two staff members wearing masquerade masks and black suits blocked their path. “Please follow us, gentlemen.”

The two exchanged a glance. Shen Zhao gave a slight nod and followed. Lu Xiao kept the smirk on his face, his footsteps slightly unsteady, nearly bumping into one of the staff.

“Be careful, sir.” The man in the black suit steadied him. Lu Xiao reacted with an annoyed flick of his hips.

“Where are we going?” Lu Xiao’s face was a mask of displeasure. He pointed at the two men, his every gesture radiating the arrogance of a spoiled brat.

The staff seemed accustomed to such behavior, their tone remaining flat. “Since you arrived as a pair, for your safety and the safety of our other guests, we have a screening process. Please cooperate.”

Lu Xiao muttered a few more curses—standard “do you know who my father is” fare—before Shen Zhao “persuaded” him to follow the staff into the screening rooms.

They had expected a routine body search, but instead, they were led into separate rooms.

When Shen Zhao entered his room, he scanned the surroundings. Hidden cameras were embedded in the walls, and a high-end scanning device sat on the desk. A screener wearing a gold mask sat opposite him, speaking with an air of unquestionable authority.

“Name.”

Shen Zhao calmly gave his alias: “Liang Jianwei.”

“Status.”

“Mr. Li’s private physician.”

The person opposite him paused. “Private physician? Our VIP guests usually have private doctors, but I’ve never seen someone spend this much on an entry ticket just to bring one along.”

Shen Zhao’s expression turned slightly sour, looking as if he were embarrassed to speak. “Our relationship… is more than just employer and employee.”

The man leaned his chin on his hand, his tone shifting. “Oh? You’re his lover?”

Shen Zhao nodded, though his heart was racing. Being interrogated separately was dangerous; if the questions got too specific, their stories might clash.

“How long have you been together?”

Shen Zhao’s heart throbbed. He lowered his eyes and spoke slowly. “To me, it’s not exactly ‘being together.’ It’s more like… coercion.”

As he spoke, he looked as if a single teardrop might fall at any moment.