Chapter 179 - 178: Enjoying the Process

Chapter 179: Chapter 178: Enjoying the Process

The Furong Beauty and Leisure Club was located on the east side of Changfeng Park, one of Binhai’s five most popular city parks.

It was a vintage-style building in the fashion of a Ming and Qing Manor, a scenic and tranquil retreat amidst the city’s hustle and bustle.

As Yu Zhiming got out of the car, he saw a giggling Gu Qingning and a graceful, slightly plump woman walking over to greet him.

"Zhiming, did you really just drive all the way here, parading that beautiful doll on your roof for everyone to see?"

"Hee hee..."

Yu Zhiming shot the gloating little rascal a look and said gruffly, "Hurry up and help, will you?"

He had to admit, this 1:1 scale anatomical model was seriously heavy.

When Yu Zhiming tried to lift it, he realized it weighed at least forty or fifty pounds.

To avoid damaging it, they couldn’t use brute force either.

It took some careful effort for Yu Zhiming, Zhou Mo, and Gu Qingning to finally get the anatomical model off the roof of the car.

Gu Qingning playfully wrapped one arm around the model and pointed to the slightly plump woman beside her with her other hand.

"Zhiming, let me introduce you. This is my cousin, the owner of this beauty club, Jiang Lin!"

Gu Qingning then quickly asked, "Zhiming, quick, guess how old my cousin Lin is!"

"Boss Jiang, a pleasure."

Yu Zhiming offered a greeting, sizing up the woman before him. She was busty with wide hips, had fair skin, and simply smiled without speaking.

Yu Zhiming had to admit, her skin was truly exceptional. While not quite so delicate it would break from a mere touch, it was as smooth as white porcelain, without a single blemish or freckle.

As for wrinkles, Yu Zhiming didn’t see any of those either.

However, as a professional doctor, Yu Zhiming didn’t judge a person’s age by their face alone.

He also took into account their physical and skeletal development, pelvic structure, facial muscles, and the skin on their neck and hands.

Judging by her facial features and skin alone, this Jiang Lin looked like a woman in her twenties, in the prime of her life.

’But in my mind, I’ve already determined she’s around forty and has given birth before.’

Of course, Yu Zhiming wasn’t foolish enough to say that out loud.

"Qingning, since you call her your cousin, she must be older than you. I’ll take a wild guess..."

"Twenty-eight?"

Gu Qingning immediately yelled, "Zhiming, and you call yourself a famous doctor? What’s with your eyes? My cousin Lin is already for—"

Jiang Lin gave Gu Qingning a crisp slap, cutting her off.

She gave Yu Zhiming a radiant smile and said, "Dr. Yu, I’ve heard so much about you. Seeing you today, I can tell your reputation is well-deserved."

"You’re even more handsome and remarkable than Qingning described."

Yu Zhiming glanced sideways at Gu Qingning and chuckled. "The chances of Qingning saying anything good about me are pretty slim..."

After a few more minutes of small talk, the group entered a large hall in the club that was set up with a ceremonial platform and forty to fifty cushioned chairs.

Jiang Lin told Yu Zhiming that the space was often used for small weddings with fewer than a hundred guests.

Yu Zhiming and Zhou Mo set up the anatomical model on the platform and put on their respective white coats.

Zhou Mo’s white coat had been stripped off the mannequin.

As Yu Zhiming finished his preparations, the socialites began to file in and take their seats in groups of twos and threes.

Five or six minutes later, more than thirty people had arrived.

These women were clearly very interested in Yu Zhiming. One after another, they sized him up, pointing and whispering to their close friends.

For instance: "He’s so young! They said online his medical skills are incredible, that his hands are magical and can do anything. He doesn’t look the part at all. Must be an exaggeration, right?"

"Handsome, dashing, and a future famous doctor... He’s barely good enough for your sister-in-law. Should we introduce them?"

Other comments were rather... sensitive.

For example: "He’s tall and handsome, but he looks a bit frail. I wonder how long he can last?"

"He’s a doctor, and he knows so much about us women. He must be amazing at handling us!"

"Even if he’s no good in *that* department, doesn’t he still have those magical hands? I bet they’d leave you begging for more..."

Yu Zhiming really couldn’t listen to any more of this. He quickly coughed twice to signal for them to be quiet.

At his reminder, the chatter quickly died down.

Yu Zhiming surveyed the thirty-five socialites.

Their ages ranged from their twenties and thirties to over forty.

The majority, well over half, were in their thirties.

They were all quite attractive, at least an eight out of ten, but there were no breathtaking beauties among them.

He also didn’t see any of the typical "internet celebrity" faces.

As for their figures, Yu Zhiming noted that they managed them quite well.

At most, two or three were slightly voluptuous, but they were still busty, with defined waists and hips, and pronounced body curves.

As for their clothes and accessories, Yu Zhiming had no expertise in brands or materials.

All he could say was that each one tried to outdo the next in terms of glamour and style, and their outfits were certainly not cheap.

Yu Zhiming also noticed that not only did none of them wear the same outfit, but there were no repeated colors either.

As for their accessories—bracelets, rings, necklaces, earrings, and handbags of various designs and materials—they were standard issue...

’Just the outfits alone must be worth at least several hundred thousand. You definitely can’t be a socialite without money.’

Yu Zhiming grumbled to himself, then met the eyes of Jiang Lin, who was the last to enter. He knew that everyone had basically arrived and the lecture could begin.

He coughed lightly twice more, drawing everyone’s attention to himself.

"I am Yu Zhiming, an attending physician at Huashan Hospital. Welcome, everyone, to my health and wellness lecture."

"The main topics for today will be the self-detection and prevention of some common women’s health issues..."

Yu Zhiming hadn’t specially prepared for today’s lecture.

The content was mostly superficial, common knowledge. With his expertise, he could handle it with ease.

As for the delivery method or making it entertaining, that wasn’t something Yu Zhiming was concerned about.

’The most important thing is to learn useful information, isn’t it?’

So, Yu Zhiming’s presentation was all substance, no fluff.

It was all medical knowledge that an average woman could understand and apply in her daily life...

"Cough, cough..."

Yu Zhiming had been speaking for about ten minutes when he was suddenly interrupted by a woman’s coughing.

The woman, who was around thirty with long, wavy hair and delicate features, gave Yu Zhiming an apologetic look. She coughed violently a few more times and then stood up.

"Dr. Yu, I’ve had this uncontrollable urge to cough since this morning, and it’s getting worse."

"Can you check it for me?"

’She’s been coughing nonstop since this morning, so why didn’t she go to a clinic?’

Yu Zhiming grumbled inwardly but maintained a gentle expression. "Of course. Please, come here."

The woman with the delicate features walked up to Yu Zhiming in a few steps.

Yu Zhiming put on a pair of surgical gloves and placed his hand on the center of the woman’s chest.

"Take a deep breath..."

After nearly a minute, Yu Zhiming removed his hand.

"The reason for your uncontrollable urge to cough is that you have a foreign object in your right bronchus."

"You’ll need to go to a hospital to have it removed with a bronchoscope. I don’t have the tools to do it here."

The woman said, "Oh," and then asked, "Dr. Yu, if I don’t get it removed, it won’t cause any major problems for a little while, right?"

Yu Zhiming considered this for a moment. "The problem isn’t huge."

"But I still strongly recommend that you go to the hospital and have the bronchial foreign body removed as soon as possible."

The woman smiled at Yu Zhiming. "Dr. Yu, your lecture is very practical. I don’t want to miss it."

She added, "Dr. Yu, from now on, I won’t cough and interrupt your lecture again."

Watching the woman’s back as she turned and walked toward her seat, Yu Zhiming couldn’t help but frown.

During the examination just now, Yu Zhiming had not only found the reason for her cough but had also discovered something else.

Her sternum and ribs had no fewer than ten bone injuries.

Moreover, the injuries were of varying ages, clearly not all inflicted at the same time.

’Could this woman be a victim of continuous, severe domestic abuse?’

’Perhaps beneath the bright halo of a so-called "socialite," there’s a great deal of hidden pain and suffering?’

During the rest of the lecture, the woman indeed did not let out another cough.

More than once, Yu Zhiming saw her struggling uncomfortably, trying very hard to hold back her coughs.

Her face would turn bright red as she tensed her entire body to suppress the urge, and it made Yu Zhiming anxious just watching her. He wanted to stop the lecture just to give her time to cough.

But the woman managed to stifle it, time and time again.

And notably, every time she succeeded in holding it back, a look of triumphant relief would flash across her face.

A strange feeling gradually welled up inside Yu Zhiming.

’This woman is enjoying the process of suppressing her coughs.’

’She couldn’t be a masochist, could she?’