Are You Clean?

Kaylee woke up feeling like her body was about to fall apart.

It took her a long moment to muster the strength to get out of bed, letting the blanket slide off her body.

The bathroom door opened, and a tall man stepped out.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, revealing a toned upper body and a set of eight-pack abs, with a faint V-line... Water still dripped from his hair.

Kaylee stared, momentarily dazed, forgetting to come back to her senses.

"What are you looking at? Want to go again?"

The man spoke, picking up a cigarette from the bedside table, lighting it, and taking a drag while casting her a sidelong glance.

His exquisite, handsome features and defined lines remained captivating even with his bare upper body, adding a touch of sexiness.

Kaylee hurriedly averted her eyes, not daring to look at him again.

Last night, his lack of restraint had left her body aching as if her bones had been crushed. The first time was on the sofa, and the second in the bathtub.

The bathtub was hard and uncomfortable, and it hurt a lot.

Embarrassed, Kaylee got out of bed and picked up her clothes from the floor, putting them on.

She had taken them off herself last night, neatly and completely, with no tears or rips.

Lucas sat at the head of the bed, smoking leisurely, watching her dress.

Due to the discomfort between her legs, her movements were stiff, exuding a hint of awkwardness.

By the time he finished half his cigarette, Kaylee was dressed.

Just as she was about to leave, she stopped in her tracks, turned to the man, and said, "You haven't paid me yet."

Lucas glanced up at her, his voice carrying a raspy edge from the smoking. "How much do you want?" he asked.

Kaylee didn't know the going rate for this sort of thing. Blushing, she said, "Whatever the market rate is."

Lucas chuckled, his cold eyes scanning her up and down, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Market rate?" He laughed softly. "With a body like yours, not fully developed, you're not worth much. Considering you're a college student, how about two hundred bucks?"

Kaylee froze for a second, then fell silent, biting her lip without saying a word.

Even though she wasn't good with words and had never done this before, she knew the man was mocking her.

Seeing her eyes redden, on the verge of tears, like a bullied little rabbit too afraid to protest, Lucas stopped teasing her. He took out his phone, pulled up his business card, and extended it to her leisurely.

"Scan me, I'll transfer the money later." Kaylee's eyes lit up, and she quickly took out her phone to scan his QR code and added him on WeChat.

His profile picture was completely black, reflecting his cold, unapproachable nature. Kaylee worried it might be a fake account. She feared he wouldn't pay or might actually transfer only two hundred yuan.

Hesitant, she clutched the doorknob and muttered, "At least ten thousand." She didn't dare look at his expression, memorized the room number, and limped away like a frightened rabbit.

Lucas sneered at her slightly flustered back. Ten thousand… quite a hefty demand.

She was just a young girl, clueless about many things, yet she had made him lose control last night. Smooth skin, long legs, a slender waist… Most importantly, she was obedient, docile, easy to bully.

Such an innocent little rabbit, pure as white paper, how did she dare to do such a thing?

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In the afternoon, the little rabbit called him in a daze, her first words were, "Do you want to buy eggs?"

At first, Lucas thought he had answered the wrong call, frowning as he hung up.

But the call came in again.

He hung up several times, and she kept calling back.

Lucas grew impatient and finally answered. A soft, timid voice came through. "Sir, I'm serious. I'm twenty years old, healthy, young, and clean, with a bachelor's degree from a prestigious university. Please consider it."

Lucas paused, his frown deepening.

A university student falling for such scams?

He coldly responded, "What you're suggesting is illegal. Don't you have any common sense?"

Silence. The other side didn't speak for a long time, seemingly stumped by his words.

All he could hear was her faint, weak breathing, as if she was nervous or struggling with something.

Without waiting for her to respond, Lucas decisively hung up.

He left the operating room, shedding his isolation gown and tossing it into the trash.

After completing several appendectomies, he had a headache. The hospital was severely understaffed lately, and even a specialist like him was reassigned to perform routine surgeries, keeping him busy all day.

Passing by the obstetrics and gynecology department, he ran into Matthew, who had just finished work. He threw an arm over Lucas's shoulder, raising an eyebrow in greeting.

"Finally caught you, Dr. Shi. Let's go, have a drink after work." Lucas glanced at him, his voice indifferent. "Your dark circles look like you've been cursed. Drink more, and you'll die suddenly."

"Don't mention it. I'm just pissed off." Matthew complained as they walked. "Are all college students brainless nowadays? A girl came in with ovarian failure and cervical erosion, crying her eyes out in the ward. My head is pounding."

Lucas paused, inexplicably reminded of the earlier call.

The girl's soft, timid voice carried a hint of youthful innocence. Despite her stuttering, he could tell she was nervous but sincere.

Twenty years old, still inexperienced.

If she had seen some dubious, illegal advertisement, she might indeed get scammed.

His gaze darkened as he twirled his car keys and entered the elevator.

He wasn't a saint, nor did he want to meddle in such troublesome matters. People who brought trouble upon themselves couldn't be helped by doctors.

In the underground parking lot, Lucas got into his car and started the engine.

Outside, Matthew was knocking on the window. "Coming or not? Let's drink."

"Annoying. No." Lucas spat out two words, stepped on the gas, and his black Land Rover roared away.

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At ten in the evening, the call came again.

Lucas was in the shower, his phone buzzing on the sink.

He absentmindedly swiped to answer without looking at the screen.

"Sir, I really mean it. I need the money desperately. I swear I won't call the police and will keep everything confidential. Please give me a chance?" The familiar female voice came through, this time with a hint of sobbing, as if she were in urgent need.

Such desperate and anxious tones were common outside the ICU, usually from people facing difficulties but lacking money, feeling helpless.

Lucas glanced at the familiar number, his expression showing impatience.

He didn't want to meddle.

He raised his hand to hang up and block the number, but Matthew's words from earlier came to mind: "Ovarian failure, cervical erosion, and infertility..."

Lucas changed his tone, speaking coldly, "Are you clean?"

The other side was clearly stunned. "W-what?"

"Didn't you say you're very clean? If you're clean, we can talk. Otherwise, forget it."

Kaylee was silent on the phone for a good half-minute, her face burning. After a long pause, she whispered, "I haven't done this before."

Lucas paused.

Water cascaded down, cooling after a while, yet he felt an inexplicable heat.

Taking a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke in a hoarse voice. "We'll need to verify first."

"H-how do we verify?" Her voice trembled, trying to hide her anxiety.

"Where are you?" Lucas asked nonchalantly.

Kaylee hesitated before slowly answering, "North-lake City, University of Science and Technology, School of Architecture."

"An architecture student?"

"Mm…" Kaylee buried her face in her arms, her cheeks flushed.

She felt she had disgraced her identity.

Lucas turned off the water, grabbed a towel to dry his hands, and walked out of the bathroom, holding his phone with his long, slender fingers.