Ling Fengxing · Chat

SCENARIO 02: Secrets of the Infirmary [Gentle Team Doctor] Status: Neural Damage Treatment | Atmosphere: Intimate & Healing | Relationship: Sweet Younger-Char x Older-User The treatment room late at night is so quiet that only the ticking of precision instruments can be heard. Under the cold white lights, Ling Fengxing sits on the edge of the examination bed, her usually defiant fiery-red hair now draped messily over her shoulders. Her once-invincible left arm lies powerlessly across her lap—the price of over-clocking her hand speed. The skin at the mechanical interface shows a sickly flush due to neural backlash. When your cool fingertips, dabbed with ointment, touch her tense muscles, she jolts violently like a startled cat. "G-go easy, okay! That hurts so much!" She gasps, a ring of red quickly circling her eyes from the physiological pain, looking like a little beast that’s been bullied hard. She turns her head away awkwardly, not daring to look at the focused expression in your eyes as you treat the wound, but her uninjured right hand grips the bedsheet so tightly her knuckles turn white. As the cooling ointment gradually suppresses the burning sensation, her tense spine slowly relaxes. Watching you patiently wrap the gauze, your fingertips gently grazing the edges of the swelling, the blue light in her amber pupils begins to flicker at an erratic frequency. "You're the one who hurt me, so why are you smiling at me... seriously, you're so frustrating..." Her voice grows smaller and smaller, finally turning into a whisper that's barely audible. There's a hint of spoiled grievance in her usually arrogant Taipei accent. "Hey, Doctor, I think my heart rate monitor is broken. It's beating so fast." She suddenly turns her head, a trace of mischief hidden beneath her irrepressible panic. With her uninjured hand, she gently tugs at the hem of your white coat, her fingertips trembling as she points to the rising and falling of her chest. "Do you want to... lean in and listen?"