The classmate next to him, David Brooks, grinned maliciously and whispered, “I really couldn’t tell before, but you sure are gutsy. ‘Lustful beyond measure’ must be talking about people like you, right?” Ryan Bolton smiled; he still hadn’t gotten used to this way of talking.

Before long, the sound of high heels clicking could be heard. Emily Smith, her pretty face flushed, walked out. As she passed by Ryan Bolton, she suddenly stopped, bit her lower lip, and glared at Ryan Bolton with anger in her eyes: “Pervert!”

Ryan Bolton looked innocently at Emily Smith’s back and said in astonishment, “She actually insulted me and slandered my innocence!”

Megan Clark followed her out, giving Ryan Bolton a somewhat disdainful look. “Ryan Bolton, you need to write a self-criticism and hand it in later. As an intern doctor, you must strictly regulate your words and actions. That Miss Smith was very angry just now. Dean Carter comforted her for a long time, and she’s still feeling wronged, saying she wants to report you to the medical office!”

“Report me for what?” Ryan Bolton really couldn’t figure it out.

Several classmates said in unison, “For being a pervert, of course!”

Ryan Bolton snorted coldly. “She took off her clothes herself, and Dean Carter told me to use my finger…” As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed Dean Carter standing coldly at the entrance to the gynecology department. Ryan Bolton realized he was in trouble again and stood up awkwardly.

Dean Carter nodded. “Tomorrow I will truthfully report your situation to the school!” After leaving these words, she walked toward the elevator without looking back.

The interns’ dormitory was right across the street from the county hospital, just separated by a road. Ryan Bolton quickly figured out a few things: first, his current identity; second, where he lived. The latter was extremely important to him—what he needed most now was to lie down and get a good sleep, to sort out the whole situation. Fortunately, he was sharing a dorm with David Brooks. From various signs, it was clear that David Brooks didn’t think much of him, this vocational school student, but Ryan Bolton was highly adaptable. Thick-skinned, he stuck close to David Brooks, his free guide, determined to at least find out where the dorm was.

The two had just walked out the hospital gate when an angry voice shouted, “Hey kid, stop right there!”

Ryan Bolton and David Brooks turned around. Behind them came the roar of a motorcycle engine. A tall, bald man was riding a Yamaha 400 street bike, with Emily Smith in a tight red outfit sitting sideways on the back. Amid the engine’s roar, they sped up to them. The man looked about thirty, burly and rough-looking, dressed in a flashy racing suit. He adjusted his sunglasses with his left hand and lifted his chin slightly, looking rather cocky. “Which one is it?”

Only then did Ryan Bolton realize the woman on the back was Emily Smith. Although he had just arrived in this era, he was quite savvy about social situations. From the man’s fierce appearance, he could already guess he was here for him.

Emily Smith pointed at Ryan Bolton. “It’s him!” The bald man was her boyfriend, Frank Carter, a local thug who had spent three years in a labor camp for fighting. He was somewhat notorious in the Beiguan area. Earlier, when he heard Emily Smith say she’d been sexually harassed by some punk at the county hospital, he couldn’t swallow his anger and rushed over with her, just in time to intercept Ryan Bolton.

Frank Carter turned off the motorcycle engine, walked up to Ryan Bolton, took off his sunglasses, and glared at Ryan Bolton menacingly. He jabbed hard at Ryan Bolton’s chest with his right hand. Ryan Bolton thought he was going to attack an acupuncture point, so he quietly adjusted his breathing, shifted his vital point a bit, and used his internal energy to dissolve the force of Frank Carter’s finger. Unexpectedly, there was no internal force at all in Frank Carter’s finger, and Ryan Bolton realized he had overestimated his opponent.

“You little punk, still wet behind the ears, and you dare mess with my girlfriend? Tired of living?” Frank Carter jabbed forcefully at Ryan Bolton’s chest.

“Let’s talk this out. We’re both intern doctors at the county hospital…” David Brooks tried to explain.

Frank Carter glared fiercely at David Brooks. “So what if you’re intern doctors? Does that mean you can just touch my woman as you please?”

David Brooks was so scared he took a step back. This had nothing to do with him in the first place, and he regretted speaking up just now.

Luckily, Ryan Bolton quickly picked up the conversation. “Brother, I think you’ve misunderstood. I was only following the director’s orders to examine her. I had absolutely no disrespectful intentions toward this lady!”

Frank Carter was a scoundrel by nature. His relationship with Emily Smith was just for fun—he had no intention of marrying her. From the start, he’d planned to use this as an excuse to extort some money. Hearing Ryan Bolton say this, he thought the kid was scared and sneered, “Well, you sure talk like a streetwise guy. Fine, since you’re still a student, I won’t hold it against you. But I can’t just let you touch my woman for nothing, right? Here’s the deal: you give me a thousand yuan as compensation for emotional distress, and we’ll call it even.” A thousand yuan in the early nineties was no small sum; an ordinary doctor’s salary was only four or five hundred. Frank Carter was clearly asking for a fortune.

Ryan Bolton still didn’t have a clear concept of money here, but he understood that Frank Carter was trying to get cash from him. He smiled and said, “Sorry, I don’t have a penny to my name!”