Chapter 47 Artworks
Fu Jingchen fiddled with the fountain pen in his hand.
“Pei Lian, a doctor shouldn’t have any extra thoughts.”
His cold gaze swept over the playful glint in the eyes of the man opposite him.
"In a moment of crisis, I asked you for help, not for you to add the patient's family member on WeChat."
Fu Jingchen took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with a handkerchief, his voice laced with a chilling edge.
The man chuckled casually, the veins in his neck gleaming as his Adam's apple bobbed.
"What are you saying, Mr. Fu?"
He leaned back in his chair, his head tilted to the side, a few buttons undone at the collar of his white shirt, revealing a patch of pale collarbone.
"I just noticed that Miss Ruan was particularly concerned about her mother's condition, so I left her my contact information to facilitate future communication."
Fu Jingchen's jaw tightened, and he slammed his pen on the table, splashing tiny ink dots. His figure in a suit and leather shoes appeared even more imposing in the light and shadow.
“We’ve known each other for over ten years, and this is the first time I’ve seen you take medical cases so seriously.”
"Do I need to remind you? Dr. Pei once said—'A living person is never as attractive as a specimen.'"
Fu Jingchen put his glasses back on his nose, a threatening glint flashing in his dark eyes behind the lenses.
"Mr. Fu, you're wronging me by saying that."
The man chuckled softly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"The cause of Ms. Ruan's mother's case is unknown, and her condition was severe at the time of onset. I simply wanted to follow up on the patient's case for research."
He suddenly leaned forward, a playful smile curving his lips. "But Mr. Fu, why are you so nervous? Could it be...?"
The words abruptly stopped, leaving an unspoken implication.
"I like her, and I'm pursuing her."
The man's voice was as cold as an icicle, making no attempt to hide the teasing in Pei Lian's words.
This eternally elegant and composed body seemed to crack open at some point.
Pei Lian's pupils contracted, unable to believe that he would ever hear such words from a man in his lifetime.
It turns out that even this hypocritical "gentleman" can show such an expression.
The office fell into a deathly silence.
"Pursuing her... means becoming her stepfather?"
The next second, the man burst into laughter, and the office was instantly filled with his clear, mocking laughter.
"You've investigated."
Fu Jingchen frowned slightly. He knew that Pei Lian never cared about any rumors between powerful families.
"Pei Lian, remember your place. Do what a doctor is supposed to do. Don't overstep your bounds."
The man's tone was so cold it felt like it was about to freeze.
Pei Lian stood up and buttoned the top button of his shirt, his fingertips hovering over the door as he chuckled softly.
"Don't worry, I've always kept my public and private matters separate."
The moment the glass door was pushed open, Pei Lian suddenly turned around.
“But Fu Jingchen—” he lowered his voice.
"The claim of being interested in the case is indeed false."
But for some people...
After all, he had always thought that only those organs and nerve tissues preserved in glass bottles could bring an almost pious light to his eyes.
But he encountered this world...
The most perfect work of art—without exception.
The image that made his blood boil had already been conjured up in his mind.
Peel back her warm skin and see for yourself what kind of organs are supporting such a vibrant and lovely life.
She was placed in a specially made glass container, and her snow-white skin shone with a luster more dazzling than pearls in the transparent solution.
Watching her hair gently unfurl in the liquid, her eyes would never close again, like a butterfly frozen in time.
A girl's perfect body doesn't need any extra clothing to show the most beautiful human curves in the world.
The shiver that shot up his spine to the back of his neck was exactly the same as the excitement he felt when he first saw a heart being pulled out of its body but still beating when he was a child.
When the preservative solution has completely penetrated every inch of her skin, she will be frozen in that moment forever, never aging or decaying.
She will become an eternal work of art.
This thought made the man's throat tighten, his breathing become rapid, and a strong reaction occurred under his trousers, stretching the fabric as if it were about to tear.
Pei Lian took out his phone from his pocket, lightly licked his dry lips, and curled a sickly smile at the corners of his mouth.
"Doctor, what is your surname?"
"Doctor, doctor, why are you ignoring me?"
"Can I have a detailed consultation with the doctor once my mother's report is ready?"
"Doctor, doctor, I'm Fu Jingchen's friend! Please talk to me."
Pei Lian didn't reply to the girl's message last night. After all, he was experiencing unprecedented excitement and couldn't stop what he was doing.
Pei Lian's eyes narrowed even more when he saw the girl in the message specifically emphasizing that she was related to Fu Jingchen.
A perfect work of art should not be tainted by anyone else's scent; that would be destructive.
Long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard, yet the messages they sent were almost perfectly controlled.
“Pei Lian, Deputy Director of Neurosurgery at Vita Nexus Medical Center, once Miss Ruan’s mother’s test results are available, we can find a time to come to the hospital for a detailed discussion.”
Ruan Yi looked at the neurosurgery department on the screen with some hesitation.
Isn't this a department that performs brain surgery?
After much deliberation, she pressed the send button.
"Dr. Pei, my mother mainly has symptoms of emotional instability and hallucinations. Would it be more appropriate for her to see a psychiatrist?"
"Or could you please recommend a reliable psychiatrist?"
The reply popped up in the dialog box less than ten seconds after the send button was pressed.
"I hold dual doctorates in neurobiology and psychiatry from the University of Cambridge, am a member of the International Psychopathology Research Group, and have co-authored the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illnesses."
Ruan Yi was stunned by the series of introductions, wondering where Fu Jingchen knew all of them, before she remembered that he was the big boss of NovaVoy.
Dr. Pei is handsome and kind-hearted; he's a good person.
"Okay! Thank you so much, Dr. Pei. I'll contact you as soon as the test results come out."
After sending the message, Ruan Yi didn't forget to add a few fawning emojis.
Pei Lian's hand, holding the coffee cup, paused in mid-air. He looked at the flattering words on the screen, took a small sip of coffee, and let out a soft chuckle.
The feeling of being pleased by his future perfect work of art seems quite nice?
A strange, tingling sensation rose in my chest.
The man chuckled softly, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of his phone.
The combination lock beeped softly, and the heavy iron door to the basement slowly opened.
The man placed the newly received cardboard box in the center of the workbench and slowly unwrapped the tape.
As the first photograph slipped from his palm, his hand gripping the scalpel tightened abruptly.
In the picture, a girl wearing a nightgown stands on the balcony, the sunlight casting a pinkish glow on her bare shoulders and neck.
Her slender waist curved alluringly as she stretched, and the straps of her nightgown slipped down half an inch, vaguely revealing the fair skin of her chest.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he traced the photograph with his fingertips, as if he could feel its real warmth.
The second photo then slides down, showing the car door half-open as the girl gets out, revealing her fair legs and her nude pink high heels about to touch the ground.
The man pressed the photo from the balcony onto the wall in the basement, which was covered with anatomical diagrams.
Sharp thumbtacks pierced the paper, and the balcony light covered the heart area of the huge anatomical diagram.
In the photo of her getting out of the car, he deliberately focused on the pelvic area, with the girl's bent leg covering the anatomical diagram of the femur.
As more photos were posted, the medical atlas on the wall was gradually swallowed up by the vibrant silhouette of a young girl.
The number of photos collected by our team is still not large.
"Soon... the entire wall will be your own display case."
A collection ostensibly for "perfect works of art" has long since transcended the realm of medical research.
It evolved into a chilling, possessive, and insane ritual.
Warm and thick, the photos covering the wall.
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