The Academy's Strongest Undercover Professor - Chapter 116 - 115 - Phoebe’s Answer

What do you mean by you only accept female disciples?Zhang Yuan glanced at the Emperor of a powerful Dynasty kneeling in front of him and his son, the prince is also kneeling beside him.“Master Yuan, please accept my son as your disciple. I am sure that under your care, my son will reach the pinnacle of the Heavens.”Pinnacle of the Heavens? Zhang Yuan turned his gaze to the so called Prince. Talentless, weak physique and sh!t cultivation technique.Tch, worthless.Zhang Yuan then turned his eyes to another Dynasty Emperor “Master Yuan, please accept my daughter as your disciple.”Seeing the gorgeous woman kneeling in front of him, Zhao Tian smiled faintly.Talentless? I will make you the most talented mortal entity this world has ever seen.Weak physique? I will give you a physique that will break even the limitations of the heavens and earth.Sh!t cultivation technique? Don't worry, choose the best divine technique you want.Sorry but I only accept female disciples!

If heaven stands against me, I shall tear the heavens apart.If fate binds me, I shall shatter destiny itself.Long Tian, the man once feared across the world as the Fox King, leader of the strongest mercenary group alive, has returned to China after years of bloodshed on distant battlefields.But the moment he returns, he is forced into an arranged marriage decided long ago by his grandfather.His fiancée?The cold and untouchable queen of the business world, a woman standing at the peak of a billion-dollar empire.To her, Long Tian is nothing more than a worthless man with no achievements, someone unworthy of even standing beside her.Thus, a six-month marriage contract is signed.Two strangers bound by duty.One cold and proud.One calm and unfathomable.Yet beneath Long Tian’s ordinary appearance lies a man who can heal the dying with a single needle, uncover lost ancient knowledge, and shake the hidden powers of the modern world.Divine doctor.Hidden master.A man who walks between ancient secrets and the modern world.As powerful families, hidden martial clans, and unknown enemies begin to appear, the quiet life he planned slowly turns into a storm.But the biggest question remains—When the six months end…Who will fall first?The cold CEO wife…or the mysterious husband she once looked down upon?Discord Link: https://discord.gg/82pwzvRhQ5

The system says that curing a person will get good doctor points, and killing a person will get bad doctor points. When the 100 points are reached, the skills of good doctors or bad doctors will be randomly selected.

Why do I always feel that bad doctors are better than good doctors…

Nani?

Does the captain’s orange count as a bad doctor’s skill?

You lie here and don’t move, I’m going to buy some oranges.

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[40,000 Words Before Lock-In] [R-18] [No NTR] [Smut] [Legal Teens] [Single MILFs] [Feisty GILFs] [Dangerously Funny]Renowned worldwide as Everyman, Joji Sins dominated the adult industry for decades, winning Best Adult Actor four years straight from 2010 to 2028, and building a strange kind of public love through quiet philanthropy despite his dirty reputation.Thirty years later, Joji is seventy seven, nearly completely deaf, and no longer in front of the camera. He did not get washed away. He retired into power instead, directing the scenes himself and still going strong.On the side, he even earned a proper medical license and became a real doctor.Then one ordinary day turns cruel. A broken light bulb. A ladder slip. A back that almost snapped wrong.The hospital discharges him three days later like he is already finished.His stomach grumbled after being in such a gloomy environment. A hotdog for a dollar across the road. Not too bad of a deal.After almost getting hit by a rearing armored truck, he got his change from a fan.Fucking finally you thought? Wrong.A runaway truck hurtles toward him.Joji breathes in relief. He is alive, just scraped up, glass shards biting into his wrinkled skin.Then something sprays his face. The stink is sharp, hard alcohol. His eyes track the source. Unleaded gasoline is gushing nearby.“Mother fu...”...Joji gasps and wakes. An unfamiliar bed. Gaudy ceiling ornaments. Steel clashing outside. A splitting headache.Memories that are not his punching through his skull. As he reaches for reality, a cold presence snaps into place before his eyes.{Welcome, good Sir Joji of Sins.}