After dealing with the traitor, Bai Qiuling pushed open the office door and walked in, glancing at her junior sister. "Zhao An, have you analyzed the cause?"

"Here's the formula. Improve it a bit. For now, just give the patient a transfusion of Grapevine. We'll work overtime to develop this drug. If it's effective, follow this method. Basically, 99% of cases of kidney failure can be cured." Zhao An pushed the computer over, with the formula and formula he'd written down on it.

Bai Qiuling glanced at it and put the computer away. "I'll personally supervise it. I'll let you know tomorrow if it's effective."

"Go ahead and do your work. Just don't forget what you're supposed to do," Zhao An reminded her, not forgetting the oral sex agreement.

Bai Qiuling's expression remained unchanged. She said calmly, "I've always remembered. Yuemei, come with me." With that, she turned and walked away in her high heels, without exchanging pleasantries with Zhao An.

This behavior felt a bit like a desperate escape, as if Bai Qiuling didn't want to face Zhao An. Especially since she had to give him oral sex; she had never done it before in her life. This kind of thing completely broke her shame.

Zhao An hummed a little tune as he left the office, leaving Dean Sun alone. He wandered around the hospital, about to find Zhang Xingrong to vent his frustrations.

As he turned the corner, he nearly bumped into a female doctor. She was an older woman, at least thirty years old, with wavy blond hair that looked rather fashionable.

"Oh, excuse me," Zhao An said, pulling her hand away to prevent herself from falling backward.

The female doctor frowned slightly. "Well, I'll be more careful next time," she said, then walked off in her high heels, seeming a bit anxious and a bit arrogant.

A faint scent of perfume lingered in the air. It wasn't overpowering, nor did it have the allure of a prostitute.

Zhao An stared at the female doctor's hips, his right hand rubbing his chin, a playful expression on his face.

The hospital was bustling with people, some rushing back and forth, others heading to various buildings for checkups.

As the city's most prestigious hospital, it was large and prestigious, boasting the finest resources. It even had a dedicated medical checkup facility for the wealthy, with a vast expanse of grounds that would take an hour to walk through.

The hospital's excellent environment and treatment led to fierce competition. They treated difficult and complicated cases, and the salaries were high, so everyone wanted to get in.

A nurse like Cao Yan, a junior college graduate, would have been hard-pressed to get a spot without a connection. The competition was fierce, and the required academic qualifications were higher. At the very least, nurses with university degrees were far more professional, far superior to those with junior college degrees.

Young, beautiful nurses, older, warm-hearted nurses. Bald doctors with bald fringe hair, and hurried, mask-wearing nurses—this was the hallmark of the hospital.

After a brief stroll, Zhao An finally arrived at the Medical Building, where doctors study and hold meetings, and where Zhang Xingrong works.

All experimental and medical innovations require theoretical support, and this is where theories are created. Theory provides insights, allowing the continuation of medical research.

Arriving on the 33rd floor, Zhao An walked into the professor's office with familiarity.

Typically, three professors share one office, and even then, each is only 20 square meters. You can imagine how many professors there are.

Yet, Zhang Xingrong has a 40-square-meter office all to herself, a testament to her exceptional abilities.

She primarily trains doctors and nurses, and has educated many doctors, making significant contributions. This, coupled with her unwavering demeanor and refusal to accept any unspoken rules, has earned her such a prestigious honor. Of course, she's also barred from further promotions, effectively becoming a mere title of Outstanding Professor.

Every gain has its drawbacks. If you don't want to accept unspoken rules, then don't even think about advancement. It's that simple.

Arriving at the office, Zhang Xingrong was seen talking to a female doctor with long, wavy blond hair, seemingly discussing something.

"Who are you? Why didn't you knock?" the female doctor asked, frowning, as if annoyed at being interrupted.

Zhao An remained silent, leaning against the doorway, his arms folded, a playful smile on his lips.

Zhang Xingrong spoke first, "This is Zhao An. He's here to see me for something. Let's talk next time. I'm sorry."

"Zhao An?" The female doctor felt a familiar look and didn't react for a moment.

"Okay, I'll see you off. We'll talk next time. I'll think about what you said when I get home." Zhang Xingrong stood up to see her off. It was clear that Zhao An held a more important position than the female doctor.

Click! When the door closed, the female doctor, standing outside, finally remembered what had happened. It seemed there was a wealthy young man named Zhao An, a student. Could this be him?

The female doctor's eyes flickered a few times, and after a moment's thought, she left. Had he inadvertently offended a wealthy man?

As soon as the door closed, Zhao An embraced Zhang Xingrong with a touch of excitement. This mature and gentle female doctor, her gentle temperament, combined with the unique profession of a doctor, excited him.

Zhang Xingrong moaned as she was embraced, her legs raised high, and Zhao An's movements allowed her to remove her slacks and underwear.

Zhao An simply removed his own pants. His hard cock pressed against the entrance to her vagina, rubbing back and forth. His wide mouth covered Zhang Xingrong's small mouth, sucking vigorously and caressing her sensitive spots.

"Mm...husband...come in...I'm ready..." Zhang Xingrong said softly. The man's gentle treatment, which made her wet first, rather than rushing into her, was a delight, and her attitude became even more gentle.

Although Zhang Xingrong was already flooded with fluid, she still felt a tightness as his cock entered. When Zhao An's cock was fully inserted, leaving no gap between her lower abdomen and her buttocks, Zhang Xingrong let out another long, "Hmm..." Simultaneously, she grasped the arms supporting her body with both hands, and her legs seemed to spread further apart, making the man's thrusting easier.

His cock was instantly tightly wrapped by the tender flesh, and the flesh ring continued to suckle with pleasure. For some reason, the sensation of fucking Zhang Xingrong today was particularly intense, a feeling that made him want to ejaculate directly, unable to hold back.

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