Gold-Medal Lawyer Alpha and Her Doctor Jiang - Chapter 4: Keep It Down

Chapter 4: Keep It Down

A true warrior faces life’s bleakness head-on. Cen Qingyi pulled her mask up, revealing only her eyes. As long as she wasn’t embarrassed, others would be.

When Cen Qingyi entered, Jiang Zhiyi was making a call on the landline. Jiang Zhiyi glanced at her faintly and said softly, “That’s all for this morning. Let the add-on patients go eat first.”

Cen Qingyi’s eyes flickered, and her gaze drifted away. She heard a cool voice say, “No need to order lunch for me today. That’s it.”

Cen Qingyi glanced sideways and saw the name tag on Jiang Zhiyi’s white coat: Jiang Zhiyi.

The name sounded quite nice.

In broad daylight, unlike the dim lighting of that night, Cen Qingyi saw clearly up close. Jiang Zhiyi’s features were sharp yet striking, lacking the bar’s allure from that night. Her collar was buttoned to the top, exuding a sense of restraint.

Cen Qingyi openly stole glances. She saw Jiang Zhiyi lift a hand to smooth stray hair by her ear. Cen Qingyi noticed the slightly swollen earlobe, and embarrassment surged. That was her “handiwork.”

Cen Qingyi didn’t recall being so rough, but the reality was that, even after a weekend, the earlobe was still swollen.

Cen Qingyi rubbed her hands together, inexplicably nervous. What a coincidence!

Jiang Zhiyi hung up the phone, holding a pen between her fingers as if it were a cigarette. She extended her open palm toward Cen Qingyi.

Cen Qingyi didn’t react at first, but she recalled the hand that offered her a drink that night.

Jiang Zhiyi raised her eyes, crooked her finger, and reminded, “Medical record.”

“Oh…” Cen Qingyi suddenly remembered. She forgot to bring it and avoided direct eye contact. She said, “I forgot to take it.”

Jiang Zhiyi stared at her steadily. She asked, “Forgot?”

“Hmm.” Cen Qingyi’s heart pounded, but her face showed the maturity and composure honed from years of work, with a hint of toughness. As a lawyer, being too soft meant losing momentum first.

In that moment, Cen Qingyi suddenly wanted to leave. It was too embarrassing. She said, “I’ll go get it. You can see the next patient.”

“Young and forgetful, I suggest Ms. Wang Guihua checks neurology,” Jiang Zhiyi said, lowering her eyes and pulling open a drawer, speaking faintly.

Was this person implying her brain wasn’t working? Cen Qingyi gritted her teeth but couldn’t lash out because the stern-faced doctor took a medical record from the drawer.

“Name.”

“…I’ll write it myself.”

**

Jiang Zhiyi stared at her steadily, pressing her fingertips on the medical record and sliding it over.

When Cen Qingyi lowered her head to write, her hand nearly shook. She could feel Jiang Zhiyi watching her, with the same piercing gaze as that night.

Why do you keep looking at me?

Can’t I look?

…

Because you’re good-looking.

Cen Qingyi suddenly realized she was daydreaming and quickly focused on writing.

Name: 26 years old.

If words had expressions, Age: ???

She crossed out the mistake, wrote again, and thought about making her handwriting look nice.

Name: Cen Qingyi

Age: 26 years old

Symptoms:

Cen Qingyi paused her pen, skipping the symptoms section.

Department: Br3ast Surgery

Phone:

Address:

After writing the last stroke of “surgery,” Cen Qingyi paused. Just as she was about to push the record back, a detached voice reminded, “Phone.”

…Cen Qingyi felt Jiang Zhiyi was doing this on purpose. She countered, “Do I have to write my phone number?”

Jiang Zhiyi leaned back in her chair, staring at her without blinking, and said slowly, “I suggest you also check your ears.”

Was she being insulted again? Cen Qingyi was angry but couldn’t flare up. She forcefully wrote a string of numbers. She asked, “Is that enough?”

Jiang Zhiyi took the record back and stared at it for a few seconds. Those seconds felt like centuries to Cen Qingyi.

Did she recognize me? Cen Qingyi thought. She was so covered up, her damn charm shouldn’t be that obvious.

If Jiang Zhiyi recognized her, so be it. Cen Qingyi would just pretend not to know her. She thought this with a blank expression.

**

Jiang Zhiyi gripped the mouse and clicked a few times. She asked calmly, “ID number.”

Cen Qingyi realized she was using Wang Guihua’s slot and hadn’t entered her own information. She lowered her head and provided her ID details.

After Jiang Zhiyi manually entered the data, she finally opened the medical record. Without looking up, she said, “Speak.”

Cen Qingyi’s annual checkup at Tiancheng Law Firm found a tumor in her br3ast. Though small, she could faintly feel it. She said, “Another hospital said it was malignant at first, but later said it wasn’t. I’m not confident and came to confirm.”

Jiang Zhiyi wrote, her pen scratching. Cen Qingyi glanced over. The handwriting was decent. She wondered if the prescription would be unreadable.

After writing, Jiang Zhiyi tucked the pen into her coat pocket. She stood up and said, “Come here.”

…So cold. Cen Qingyi felt Jiang Zhiyi might have a dual personality. The person in the bar and bed that night was fiery.

Cen Qingyi followed Jiang Zhiyi into the examination room nearby. The room was simple, with only equipment and a bed.

“Lie down.”

Cen Qingyi walked over, but a voice came from behind. “Take off your clothes.”

Cen Qingyi nearly bit her tongue. She turned in shock, looking at Jiang Zhiyi. Did she hear that right?

“Need help?” Jiang Zhiyi stepped forward. Cen Qingyi recalled the scene of Jiang Zhiyi buttoning her shirt that night, domineeringly saying, “I’ll do it.” Cen Qingyi cleared her throat, asking uneasily, “I don’t need to take everything off, right?”

Jiang Zhiyi crossed her arms over her chest, staring at Cen Qingyi without blinking. She said, “Take off your coat.”

She didn’t clarify. Cen Qingyi wanted to complain.

She removed her coat and lay down. Jiang Zhiyi tilted her chin. She said, “Lift it up.”

Cen Qingyi roughly knew what Jiang Zhiyi was doing. She wished she’d left and found another doctor. At this moment, Cen Qingyi felt like a fish on a cutting board, at others’ mercy.

Cen Qingyi turned her head to avoid Jiang Zhiyi’s gaze, but unintentionally exposed her flushed ears. Jiang Zhiyi’s lips curved slightly. As her fingertips touched down, Cen Qingyi’s body trembled, and she cried out.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your hands are cold.”

“Deal with it.”

Cold and ruthless. Cen Qingyi regretted not bullying her harder that night.

Being touched by an omega, even an omega doctor, was awkward since this was the person she spent a passionate night with.

Even more awkward, Jiang Zhiyi, intentionally or not, touched *there*, and Cen Qingyi’s body reacted honestly. Jiang Zhiyi asked, “How does it feel?”

Cen Qingyi wanted to roll her eyes. How else could it feel?

“Hmm?” Jiang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, staring at Cen Qingyi’s trembling lashes, unrelenting. “I’m asking you.”

A strange sense of humiliation hit Cen Qingyi. She gripped her clothes and pulled them down. She said, “I’m not doing this.”

Jiang Zhiyi’s palm still rested on warm skin. Her right hand pressed Cen Qingyi’s shoulder with more force than expected, keeping her down.

Cen Qingyi’s eyes flashed with anger. Jiang Zhiyi’s left hand continued unhurriedly. She asked, “Does it hurt?”

Cen Qingyi frowned. She said, “It hurts.” She wanted to curse inwardly: You’re pressing so hard, how could it not hurt?

“Pain is good,” Jiang Zhiyi said, finally letting go. She stood up, pulled out the pen from her pocket, and wrote something in the record. She said, “It’s not a big problem. Try to stress less in the future.”

The topic shifted, and Cen Qingyi finally felt Jiang Zhiyi was acting like a doctor. Jiang Zhiyi left, pulling the door handle. The door swung, leaving a small gap.

**

Cen Qingyi hurriedly got up to dress. The door suddenly swung again. A closing sound came from the clinic, followed by an excited voice. “Oh, Dr. Jiang’s finally back at work?” A hearty laugh mixed with teasing came. “I heard someone had a fever and was bedridden for two days, *cough cough*.”

Cen Qingyi’s movements froze. She heard the person laugh again. “That little alpha has great stamina, I hear. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. I regret not going to Demon that night.”

Cen Qingyi’s face burned uncontrollably. Footsteps came from the clinic. “Let me see, Sister. Oh, your gland’s swollen. That little cub doesn’t know how to be gentle.”

No response came from Jiang Zhiyi, but a long inhale sounded, followed by teasing envy. “The scent of love is too good, isn’t it? Such strong pheromones. You were definitely deeply marked! And not just once!” The voice grew closer to Cen Qingyi. Clearly, Jiang Zhiyi had been near the door since leaving.

Cen Qingyi fumbled in a panic. Her bra clasp wouldn’t fasten. After struggling, she realized the hooks were misaligned.

Logically, not having a terminal illness was great news, but she’d had a wild night and never expected to meet its partner again.

Cen Qingyi belatedly recalled pheromones. Jiang Zhiyi carried her scent. That comment was aimed at her, probably revenge for not calling.

“I heard the little alpha’s top-tier. They hyped her up like she’s unmatched, with stunning beauty.” The woman teased with a娇笑. Jiang Zhiyi seemed to reach her limit and said coldly, “Dr. Mu, you came all the way from dentistry to gossip?”

The voice was indeed at the door. Cen Qingyi’s arms, twisted behind her, ached and nearly cramped. Damn bra clasp!

“Yep.”

“Really idle.”

“Oh, how’s our little Jiang Jiang’s business gossip?” Mu Qing deliberately circled behind Jiang Zhiyi. Sure enough, the gland was slightly red and swollen. “Wow, it’s swollen here too.”

Jiang Zhiyi glanced at the slightly open door. The person inside hadn’t moved since earlier.

Mu Qing clucked twice. “She’s waiting to have lunch with you. You just recovered from a big illness and got tossed around all night. Don’t you need to recharge?” She drawled, “You should make that little alpha cover the bill later.”

Mu Qing pinched her nose bridge, greedily inhaling. “Man, these pheromones are strong. You two didn’t…” She reached to push the clinic door.

Jiang Zhiyi pushed Mu Qing aside first and entered the room. Her eyes landed on the graceful lines of Cen Qingyi’s lower back.

Cen Qingyi instinctively turned, her abs partially visible. Mu Qing gasped, “Wow.”

Jiang Zhiyi smoothly closed the door, nearly hitting Mu Qing’s tall nose.

**

Cen Qingyi’s hands couldn’t retract in time. Jiang Zhiyi knowingly asked, “Need help?”

“No,” Cen Qingyi said, quickly turning away. Her already clumsy hands became worse. The bra clasp wouldn’t align, and she was furious enough to curse.

Jiang Zhiyi stared at the red marks on her lower back—her own doing. Noon sunlight filled the clinic, making the pale skin glow.

Jiang Zhiyi squinted, admiring for a few seconds. She said calmly, “I’ll do it.”

“No,” Cen Qingyi said. She heard footsteps behind her and stepped forward to dodge. But her waist tightened. The next second, Jiang Zhiyi pulled her into an embrace. A warm palm pressed against her abdomen, and the undeniable sensation behind her… What the hell was this weird position?

“Let me go,” Cen Qingyi said, her face red with embarrassment.

“No,” Jiang Zhiyi said in a calm but firm tone.

“I don’t need you to…” Cen Qingyi yelped, “What are your hands doing!”

“Don’t move.”

“No.”

“Hiss…”

“Ah~”

“Keep it down.”

“Woo~”

Outside, Mu Qing pressed her ear to the door, her face flushing. My God, what’s going on? She really wanted to peek.