老司机试看午夜

His eyes, like a cat’s, tilted upwards at the corners.

Deep black irises flecked with hints of dark green locked onto the girl in front of him, radiating the sharp gaze of a hunter.

Si Fuqing, unphased and slightly puzzled, asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Holographic game,” Jiang Changfeng replied slowly. “I’ve played it too, and I’ve seen you there.”

In the game, everyone was in disguise, and the true identity of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand was unknown.

“With current technology, it’s impossible to create holographic games, right?” Si Fuqing crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “I’d love to play. Can you tell me where?”

Jiang Changfeng furrowed his brows, certain in his tone, “It’s you, I’m sure of it.”

“Ah, I remember now,” Si Fuqing’s expression relaxed as she stepped forward.

“Holographic gaming, I’ve heard of it.” In the next instant, she moved swiftly.

“Bang!”

Jiang Changfeng was pinned against the wall, his hands twisted behind him, unable to move.

His expression grew sharp, but before he could react, a cool voice from behind warned, “Don’t move.”

Jiang Changfeng froze.

“Do you believe that I could kill you right here?” Si Fuqing’s voice was lazy yet

menacing. “As the ‘Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand’ you speak of, I have numerous ways to instantly deprive you of mobility and speech.”

“Your death here would go unnoticed by everyone. That’s simple for me.” Her tone carried its usual languor and nonchalance, but her intent was deadly.

Jiang Changfeng tensed up.

After a few seconds, he sighed in resignation, “I believe you.”

He paused, then added apologetically, “Sorry for the intrusion. I’m Changning’s brother. I followed her here.”

Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes, then lifted her gaze, scrutinizing Jiang Changfeng carefully.

His features resembled Changning’s, both possessing a cold and aloof beauty, though his features were sharper.

“The hand cream you gave to Changning had a scent that revealed your expertise in refining medicine,” Jiang Changfeng explained. “I showed it to the elders, and theyconfirmed it’s the work of the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand.” “But they said it must be the disciple’s work, as the ingredients were subpar.” Si Fuqing remained expressionless.

Who would believe that she, lacking funds, would use poor ingredients?

The best batch was reserved for Yu Xiheng.

It was all because of that dog Pixiu.

“I came to see for myself,” Jiang Changfeng continued, his cat-like eyes narrowing slightly. “I learned from Ningning that you’re in financial trouble, so I knew it wasn’t the disciple but the Ghosthand herself.”

Even he found it hard to believe that the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, sought after by the Miracle Doctor Alliance, the three aristocratic families, and both T18 and Zero intelligence organizations, was a idol.

And so young at that.

Based on his investigation, Si Fuqing had just turned 18, while he was already

The elders had spoken of the Ghosthand when he was still a minor.

The legend described unparalleled medical skills.

How could the Ghosthand still be a young girl when he was already an adult?

Reverse aging seemed impossible.

Even if the Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand could preserve one’s appearance and eternal youth, the age of the bones is something that absolutely cannot be reversed.

Jiang Changfeng couldn’t fathom the age discrepancy, but he didn’t dwell on it.

Once determined, it was fact.

Finally, Si Fuqing released him.

She crossed her arms, her eyes lifting slightly, “So you’re the brother Ningning mentioned? Good-looking but with a terrible temper?”

Jiang Changfeng’s temple twitched, his smile strained, “Yes.”

“Very acute senses,” Si Fuqing commented, her deadly aura receding. “Seems I need to be more careful.”

A single hand cream had revealed her identity. Jiang Changfeng’s medical Imowledge was not to be underestimated.

“Miss Si can rest assured,” Jiang Changfeng pointed to his nose. “My sense of smell is naturally sharp. Others, even with machines, might not have noticed.” “I haven’t told anyone and don’t plan to, including Ningning.”

“Mhmm,” Si Fuqing responded nonchalantly. “Then why are you staring at me?

Interested?”

Recalling Jiang Changning’s threat of laxatives, Jiang Changfeng quickly backed away, cautious, “I wouldn’t dare..”