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Medical Fragrance
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4 Chapters
Chapter 6 The Art of Healing img
Chapter 7 Love and Laughter img
Chapter 8 When Wealth Meets Arrogance img
Chapter 9 Breaking Boundaries img
Chapter 10 When Heirs Collide img
Chapter 11 Inside the Harris Villa img
Chapter 12 A Rainy Night img
Chapter 13 Healing Hope img
Chapter 14 The Temptation of Youth img
Chapter 15 The Ties That Bind img
Chapter 16 Secrets of the Needle img
Chapter 17 Tiger Girl's Plea img
Chapter 18 The Devil's Little Miracle img
Chapter 19 The Power of Community img
Chapter 20 A Month to Live img
Chapter 21 Temptation at Royce Garden img
Chapter 22 The Miracle Healer's Invitation img
Chapter 23 Seductive Intentions img
Chapter 24 The Unseen Value img
Chapter 25 The Fall of the Kent Family img
Chapter 26 The Kent Family's Revenge img
Chapter 27 Smoke and Scandal img
Chapter 28 The Poisoned Threads img
Chapter 29 The Hunt Begins img
Chapter 30 The Hostile Takeover img
Chapter 31 Poisoned Deals img
Chapter 32 Slap in the face img
Chapter 33 The Challenge at Iron Hawk Lounge img
Chapter 34 He's no match for me img
Chapter 35 A Legacy of Integrity img
Chapter 36 The night is quiet. img
Chapter 37 A Debt Between Generations img
Chapter 38 A Date to Remember img
Chapter 39 Dinner with Secrets img
Chapter 40 The Ghosts of TitanCorp img
Chapter 41 The Unseen Threat img
Chapter 42 The Dinner Invitation img
Chapter 43 The Price of Silence img
Chapter 44 Clinic Address img
Chapter 45 Crestwood Combat Academy img
Chapter 46 The Clash at Crestwood Combat Academy img
Chapter 47 The Fire Within img
Chapter 48 A Home Between Them img
Chapter 49 The Spark Behind the Wheel img
Chapter 50 Judgment in the Night Market img
Chapter 51 When the Devil Knocks img
Chapter 52 The Rules of the Stree img
Chapter 53 The Night of Blades img
Chapter 54 The Twin Phantoms of Crestwood Falls img
Chapter 55 That sweet smile img
Chapter 56 Breast Enhancement img
Chapter 57 A Delicate Breast Experiment img
Chapter 58 From Breakfast to Battle img
Chapter 59 Graham & Blair Meet Fletcher Barrett img
Chapter 60 Graham Confronts Fletcher Barrett img
Chapter 61 The Fudu Gala Turns Cold img
Chapter 62 Holly Dyer's Banquet img
Chapter 63 Strength and Seduction img
Chapter 64 Graham Faces His Feelings for Blair img
Chapter 65 Graham and Blair's Journey to Launching a New Clinic Together img
Chapter 66 The Black-Hearted Developer img
Chapter 67 Rowan's Arrival img
Chapter 68 The Price of Mercy img
Chapter 69 The Strong Woman's Stand img
Chapter 70 The Business of Revenge img
Chapter 71 A Dangerous Rivalry img
Chapter 72 A Rival Like No Other img
Chapter 73 The New Assistant img
Chapter 74 The Pink Confession img
Chapter 75 The Arrest at Crestwood Healing Center img
Chapter 76 The Arrest at Crestwood Clinic img
Chapter 77 The Competition Begins img
Chapter 78 The Crestwood Falls Medical Competition img
Chapter 79 Whisper Beneath the Stage img
Chapter 80 The Gamble of Genius img
Chapter 81 The Silent War img
Chapter 82 The Venom and the Verdict img
Chapter 83 The Unbelievable Genius img
Chapter 84 The Emperor of Medicine img
Chapter 85 The Price of Victory img
Chapter 86 The Woman in Silk img
Chapter 87 The Dark Deal img
Chapter 88 The Miracle Doctor Facing Underground Threats img
Chapter 89 A Western Perspective img
Chapter 90 Beauty Seduction img
Chapter 91 Explosive Photos img
Chapter 92 Murderous Intent img
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Chapter 4 The Virgin Doctor and the Cunning Fox

Graham Marcus stood barefoot on the cold motel floor, blinking the sleep from his eyes as the first light of morning crept through the dusty window blinds. His neck ached, his back screamed in protest-another night spent on the floor. Across the room, curled like a cat in the center of the bed, Blair Walker snoozed peacefully, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep and kicking the comforter off with dramatic flair.

Graham watched her with a furrowed brow, one that deepened as he tried to make sense of her. *Is there actually such a thing as a real-life pixie woman with a genius for mischief and zero shame?*

He scoffed quietly. "She looks like a little gremlin who just raided a candy store."

Still, as his gaze lingered, he had to admit-there was something bizarrely endearing about her. The way her hair was a tousled halo of chaos, the way her cheek was pressed against the pillow like she'd been in the middle of a sugar crash.

And then she yawned.

Blair stretched lazily, rubbed her eyes like a sleepy child, and blinked at Graham. "Hey... why are you staring at me like a creeper? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. She was insufferable.

And undeniably cute.

"Hello? You mute or something?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You never even told me your name!"

Graham exhaled. "Graham Marcus."

"Virgo?"

"What?" he blinked, confused.

Blair cracked up. "Graham... Virgin... You look like one. That's your name now."

His ears went red. "It's *Graham Marcus*. Graham like the cracker. Marcus like... never mind. Can you *not* yell 'virgin' at me like we're in the middle of a sex ed class?"

Still giggling, she leaned over the bedframe. "So, serious question-are you a virgin?"

Graham rubbed the back of his neck. "If we're not counting last night's fever dream, then... yeah."

Blair rolled over in laughter, kicking off the rest of the blanket in the process-and that was when Graham's breath caught.

For a full second, he forgot how to blink.

She was in nothing but a thin cami and underwear, her smooth skin glowing in the morning light. The swell of her hips peeked out from under the shirt. Graham's thoughts short-circuited. *What would it taste like if I just bit-*

And then he saw it.

A single, vivid red dot on her upper arm.

He squinted. "What the hell is that?"

His curiosity overrode his sense of decorum. He scrambled up and straddled the bed, pointing to her arm. "Blair, hold still. What's that mark?"

"Excuse me?" she asked, blinking rapidly.

"That. That right there." He traced the crimson spot with a careful finger.

Blair's face froze.

"Don't play dumb," he said, his voice rising with excitement. "That's Shougongsha."

"Show... what?"

"It's an ancient mark. People used to crush cinnabar-fed geckos and drip the blood on a girl's arm. It stays until she loses her virginity. It's... it's called the Maiden Seal."

She blinked innocently. "Weird. I just thought it was a birthmark."

Graham stared at her. "You're lying."

Blair scoffed. "Okay fine! So what if I'm still a virgin? What does that have to do with you?"

"It means," he said, triumphantly, "that all that nonsense you spouted yesterday about 'replenishing your yin with my yang' was total crap. You played me."

Blair pouted. "A girl's gotta survive."

He let out a groan and delivered a firm smack to her backside.

Blair yelped. "Hey! You brute! You just hit me!"

"You deserve worse," he muttered, trying to fight the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You conned me into sleeping beside you like I'm your personal hot water bottle."

Tears pooled in her eyes, theatrically. "You're a big, bad bully! Shameless! Abusive!"

He rolled his eyes. "Please. You faked needing me to survive, tricked me into thinking we-" He paused, his face darkening. "You kissed me."

"And you kissed me back."

He sighed and turned away, pulling on his boots. "I can't afford to babysit a menace. I'm out of here."

Blair wrapped the quilt around her like a burrito and blinked at him with wide, watery eyes. "Graham... where are you going?"

"Away from *you*."

Her voice turned into a sad whisper. "But where will I go? I don't know anyone here. No home. No friends. My stepmother's out to kill me. If you leave me, I'll be eaten by the wolves."

He stopped mid-lace, groaning. "God, you're impossible."

She sniffled. "You don't *care* that a little girl like me might get kidnapped?"

Graham turned around, arms folded. "How old are you?"

"Old enough to ruin your life with a false accusation," she said sweetly. "You leave me here, I'm calling the cops and telling them you kidnapped me."

Graham stared.

She winked. "Try me."

"You're... insane."

"And you're stuck with me."

---

They spent their last few dollars on a collapsible table, a couple of plastic chairs, and a hand-painted sign that read:

**"Graham Marcus - The Modern Miracle Doctor. Cures all illnesses. Walk in, limp out."**

They set up outside a swanky international hotel, hoping that rich guests would pay for novelty healing. Graham opened his old medicine case and began to arrange the herbs and tinctures by color.

Blair stood nearby, practicing her pitch.

"Step right up, folks! We cure coughs, migraines, broken hearts and ex-boyfriend infestations!"

A couple of guys walking past snorted. "What a joke. A miracle doctor? Kid looks like he just failed high school biology."

The other one whistled. "But I'd definitely get examined by her."

Blair's eyes flared. "Come say that to my face, you walking STDs!"

Graham pulled her back gently. "Ignore them."

"I could fight them."

"You'd lose."

She pouted. "So, tell me. What's your deal? Why come to Crestwood Falls? Was it for that medical competition thing?"

He nodded. "My late father arranged a marriage for me with a girl from the Rowan family. When I showed up to meet her, her parents laughed in my face because I was poor. She-Gwen-dumped me on the spot."

Blair's eyes turned into blazing fireballs. "What a spoiled rich brat!"

He chuckled at her rage.

She continued, breathless, "You're gonna enter that competition. Win the title. Rub it in her stupid face!"

"I don't care about her," he said coolly. "But my father's name deserves better. If I let them humiliate me and walk away... I've lost twice. And I don't lose."

For the first time, Blair saw it-the sharpness behind his calm demeanor. Beneath the quiet voice and patient tone lived a man who'd been forged in rejection and sharpened by pride.

She grinned. "You've got bite, Doctor Marcus. I like it."

Just then, a luxury car pulled up outside the hotel. An elderly man in a tailored silk suit stepped out, followed by a square-jawed assistant and four black-suited bodyguards.

The hotel guests all turned to look.

Blair glanced at the sign they'd set up. "Uh oh. Big fish incoming."

Graham tilted his head. "That old man looks pale. Trouble breathing. Weak legs. Definitely congestive heart failure."

As they watched, the old man suddenly collapsed onto the sidewalk, clutching his chest.

His assistant screamed, "Mr. Reynolds! Sir!"

The bodyguards scrambled, shouting for an ambulance.

Graham was already moving.

He reached the old man within seconds, pushing past a panicked crowd. Kneeling beside him, he placed two fingers on the pulse point beneath the jaw.

"Heart arrhythmia," Graham muttered. "He's crashing."

The square-faced assistant shoved him. "Back off, punk! Who are you?"

Graham held up his hands calmly. "The guy who's going to keep him alive until your ambulance gets here."

Blair darted to his side. "Trust him. He's weird, but he's good."

The assistant hesitated-then backed away.

Graham took out two acupuncture needles and aimed for pressure points on the old man's chest and left wrist.

"Breathe, sir," he whispered. "You're not dying today."

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