Genius Doctor: Black Belly Miss Chapter 3

In the enveloping darkness, Wu Xie couldn't discern the man's features, yet the unmistakable clinking of metal chains echoed loudly in her ears.

Was this man bound in chains? Deep within the abyss of this forsaken cliff?

Upon hearing the man's voice, the little black cat instantly morphed into a strand of smoke and dashed back into Wu Xie's body in panic. This man exuded peril!

“You’re chained up?” Wu Xie ignored his ominous tone entirely, her thoughts fixated on one thing: this man could rescue her. She only required... his liberation.

“Ah? You mean these small things?” The shadowed man yanked at his chains, his profound, magnetic voice reverberating through the cavernous darkness. “I guess so.”

“I’ll free you... but you’ll have to save me.” Wu Xie stammered the words amid shivers from biting cold and excruciating pain. Her body heat dropped perilously, and her severely wounded frame teetered on collapse without immediate aid.

The man shrouded in darkness fell silent, evidently taken aback by the bold proposition from this girl on the brink of death.

'Silence equals agreement,' Wu Xie convinced herself, devoid of other choices, opting to stake everything on this gamble.

Fumbling blindly, she braced against the man and withdrew a slender pin from her hair. As a doctor rather than a thief, she recalled that fool once demonstrating the feat—uncertain if she could replicate it.

Wu Xie's delicate hands groped toward the chains in the gloom. Through a healer's touch, she perceived the man's remarkably superior physique.

Channeling her final reserves of strength, Wu Xie clumsily worked to release him. Never before had she felt such utter ineptitude.

Through relentless exertion, she at last unfastened one chain! The ordeal left her panting raggedly, battling to cling to awareness.

“As per your wish.” The man responded at last, his voice laced with a cryptic smile, its deep, masculine timbre resounding across the cave.

Before Wu Xie could react, 'click'... 'click'... 'click'—a barrage of snapping metal echoed nearby. He shattered the remaining three shackles, enveloping her in warmth as he drew her into his embrace.

He scooped her up tenderly and bore her steadily toward the faint light.

Beyond the cave, the downpour raged unceasingly.

Though the skies loomed dreary, daylight pierced through, illuminating his breathtaking visage. High cheekbones sculpted perfection on his features, complemented by lustrous, satin-smooth hair tumbling loosely. Pristine rainwater tracing his neck evoked the divine pinnacle of creation.

Tilting his face skyward, the man sensed her gaze and dipped his head, violet eyes narrowing faintly as a smile graced his lips.

Wu Xie stared blankly into those violet depths, her face devoid of emotion. Raindrops kissed her ashen cheeks while she regarded him with serene composure.

An eyebrow arched subtly on his face. Her exceptional poise offered a novel contrast.

For the first time, no one shrieked or fled in terror at the sight of his eyes.

“Aren’t you afraid?” he queried in his rich, husky timbre.

“I’m about to die,” Wu Xie stated plainly, her ebony eyes piercing into his purple ones without desperation or fright—only crystalline clarity, as if the demise she mentioned belonged to another.