C138 His Relationship with Sixth Master Was like That of a Brother next Door

Yuvyuv paused for a moment, glancing at Xiaoju, and quickly understood what was going on. It was because last night, Huo Lingxiao had carried her upstairs, and Xiaoju, unable to intervene, thought she had failed in her duty to protect her.

Feeling a warmth in her heart, Yuvyuv reached out and took Xiaoju's hand. She comforted her, saying, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." Then she added seriously, "Xiaoju, don't tell anyone about what happened between me and Huo Lingxiao, not even my dad or my big sister, okay?"

"Miss, not even your father and sister? But Miss, this might not be good for you," Xiaoju said, a bit worried. Even though she was just a maid, she understood how important a woman's reputation was. Last night, when Sixth Master Huo had boldly carried her upstairs, Xiaoju felt he should take responsibility for her. But now, her mistress was asking her not to tell anyone.

Xiaoju's heart ached for her mistress, and tears began to fall as she sniffled, unsure of what to say.

Yuvyuv gently patted Xiaoju's back, saying, "Xiaoju, don't cry. I'm fine, but you must remember what I said. Don't tell my dad or my sister, okay?" Yuvyuv's expression turned serious as she looked intently at Xiaoju.

"Yes, Miss," Xiaoju finally agreed to her mistress's request.

When Yuvyuv went downstairs, she didn't see Huo Lingxiao. She felt a slight relief. She really didn't want to see that troublesome man, yet she couldn't resist his threats. Fortunately, Yuvyuv guessed that something urgent must have come up with the military, prompting his quick departure.

Her appetite, which had been absent during breakfast, returned. She ate a bowl of sea cucumber porridge, a small steamed bun, and a bit of greens—just the right amount. After finishing a glass of freshly squeezed juice, she got up from the table.

After some thought, she decided to change and head to the military hospital. Xiaoju approached with concern, "Miss, you look a bit pale. Why not take a day off to rest?"

"No need, it's just an internship at the hospital, not too tiring. I'll leave early this afternoon," Yuvyuv replied with a smile, waving to Xiaoju as she headed out the door.

When she arrived at the military hospital, Yuvyuv noticed several doctors and nurses whispering to each other as they glanced her way. Her keen hearing picked up snippets of their conversation.

"Hey, look, it's her! She's the new forensic intern. I heard she brought a corpse back to life yesterday!"

"Really? No way, that's too far-fetched. How could a corpse be revived?"

"It's true! Our department is close to forensics, and the news spread like wildfire!"

"Wow, she's amazing. She looks so young—has she even graduated yet?"

Yuvyuv's expression remained calm and composed, her face showing no sign of disturbance. She acted as if she hadn't heard their murmurs and walked steadily toward the dissection room. She was currently interning as an assistant to Sinan, who spent most of his time there. So, instead of heading to the forensic office, she went straight to the dissection room.

As she pushed open the door, she found Sinan already there. He was sitting with his back to her at a cold surgical table, engrossed in something.

It wasn't until Yuvyuv approached that he turned around with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Little Demon, morning! Did you have breakfast? Want some?"

Yuvyuv suddenly mimed a gagging motion, feeling a wave of nausea rise in her stomach. The breakfast she had just eaten threatened to come back up. She quickly turned away, barely managing to suppress the urge to vomit.

This guy was unbelievable—eating breakfast in the dissection room next to a corpse. It was too disgusting to handle.

Unable to stay any longer, Yuvyuv rushed out to the hallway for some fresh air. Behind her, someone followed with a teasing laugh, "Little Demon, did you have breakfast?"

It was Professor Sinan, holding something that looked like porridge. Yuvyuv turned her head in annoyance and glared at him, scoffing, "Keep your distance."

"Little Demon, you seem quite fiery today. Remember, I'm your professor, so make sure to address me as such," Professor Sinan said with a smile, deliberately stepping closer.

Yuvyuv moved away, clearly disgusted. This annoying guy—if she weren't currently an intern and he wasn't a professor at the hospital, technically her mentor, she wouldn't have put up with him. But respecting her elders was important to her, so she held back.

At 8:30 in the morning, a mummified corpse was brought into the lab. It had been discovered by some kids playing in a field. The heavy rain from the previous day had left the ground muddy, and the children accidentally unearthed the body while playing. They were terrified and probably had nightmares that night.

Yuvyuv stood with Professor Sinan in front of the corpse, listening intently as he explained its characteristics, the degree of decomposition, and some forensic knowledge. He was serious and thorough, showing no signs of holding back information, truly embodying the role of a teacher. Yuvyuv found herself starting to respect him.

Whenever she had questions, she'd ask, "Professor Sinan, why is this livor mortis so pronounced?" She asked earnestly, her profile illuminated by the light, her skin flawless and her eyes bright like amber, stunningly beautiful.

Professor Sinan smiled slightly and explained the reason to her, though his expression darkened slightly as he recalled Huo Lingxiao's warning from the previous day. Suddenly, he stood behind Yuvyuv and asked quietly, "Little Demon, what's your relationship with Huo Lingxiao?"

Yuvyuv jumped in surprise!

As she turned her head, a strand of fine hair brushed past the nose of Sinan, who was standing behind her. Sinan caught a whiff of lavender, not overpowering, but subtly refreshing and soothing.

Sinan's eyes, reminiscent of a panther spotting its prey, narrowed slightly, a hint of intrigue flickering within them. Unconsciously, he stepped forward half a step—a small movement that went unnoticed by Yuvyuv, who had turned around in surprise at his question.

"Professor Sinan?" Yuvyuv asked as she turned, realizing they were standing quite close, close enough to feel each other's breath. She instinctively furrowed her brows and wanted to step back. But remembering the body behind her, she shifted sideways instead, raising an eyebrow at Sinan.

"Just call me Professor," Sinan replied with a friendly smile that was hard to dislike. "You haven't answered my question yet. What's your relationship with Lingxiao?"

Yuvyuv hadn't intended to answer, but recalling how he lent her his coat the day before, she didn't want to be too dismissive. After a moment's thought, she found the right words, "He's like a big brother from the neighborhood."

"A big brother from the neighborhood?" Sinan chuckled a bit more than necessary. "As far as I know, your house is quite a distance from the Great Marshal's mansion, isn't it?"