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The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love

Rumors say that if you ever come across an extremely handsome man in a doctor's coat twirling a shiny scalpel between his fingers with an alluring smile on his lips that takes your breath away… Run. For he is the devil. *** Yang Mingshen’s existence screams of six adjectives - Handsome, wealthy, talented, narcissist, arrogant and evil. He is an unrivaled doctor from one of the most affluent and prestigious Underworld families, who sees only medicine and his own interests. Until a desire consumes him - to have a woman’s heart. That woman, Song Jia, continues to put all the wrongs to right as a capable police officer. She, whose life was once saved by the devil doctor, refuses to bend to his tempting seduction. “I will just take your heart and put it in somebody else's chest. It won't hurt at all, I promise~” “Yes because I will be dead to feel anything.” But the bad news comes knocking when Yang Mingshen becomes the lead forensic investigator to assist in her cases. With a devil now clinging to her, she comes across a deep, dark and cruel web of conspiracies stained with blood, love, hatred, revenge, politics and much more. Treading into dangerous territories, will they be able to uncover the net of lies and deceit? And maybe find love along the way? *EXCERPT* “I am not the weak patient anymore. You try to grab my neck and I will break your wrist,” Jia threw him a death glare. Mingshen leaned in closer, chuckling devilishly. "I told you before, Spicy. I have saved your life. I have touched your heart quite literally. So that heart beating in your chest right now belongs to Yang Mingshen. If I want it, I will have it.”

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A new face in the lab

Mingshen stared at the same She tattoo on Wang Lei's neck. With his surgical mask and gloves donned on, he carefully made a slit at the horizontal line of the letter H at its center. Wang Lei lay dead on the operating table but Mingshen's eyes were lit up with vitality. He operated through the tattoo as if a child was enthralled by a puzzle.

His assistant, Bojing, kept his gaze tracking the fluoroscopy machine. It used X-rays to display real-time interior of nerves and blood vessels of Wang Lei's neck as it guided Mingshen to navigate through them.

"A l-little deeper…" Bojing said.

He squinted his eyes and tried to find the trace of the chip which they had located before. The same chip through which the voice had echoed, warning Mingshen of not stepping out of his line.