Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3742

From the day Feefee was dragged inside as nothing more than property, the envoy himself had chosen her and set her apart on the second floor.

Back then, Feefee shone like fire in the dark. Even the captains, men with hardened faces and stiff shoulders, straightened when she passed and greeted her with polished smiles, calling her Ms. Feefee as if they meant it.

She held every weapon a woman could wield. A face that stunned men into silence. A body shaped to draw eyes without effort. Years of dance training that made every step feel like music given flesh. When she moved, the room seemed to bend and breathe in rhythm with her.

Her place was no different from a courtesan queen in some glittering den of the old world.

When Serpent rose as the envoy's favored man, the envoy rewarded him with Feefee, offering her like a prize to be owned.

And now Serpent was the one forced to hand her over to Matthew. His chest burned as though fire chewed at his ribs. Yet when weighed against survival, the sting of that sacrifice became nothing more than air.

Feefee's eyes made her disgust plain, but fear silenced her. She dared not fight Serpent's command.

She lifted her arms and slipped them softly around Matthew's arm.

Matthew's gaze cut through her like sharpened steel. At once, Feefee's hand snapped back, her body recoiling as if she had touched ice.

Never before had she been rejected inside the Medusa Gang. And now that rejection came from the man everyone mocked as useless.

Her expression froze into something cold and bitter, pride slashed raw. She had lived like a goddess in the eyes of men, adored and feared alike.

Inside this gang, they worshiped her. But in Matthew's heart, she was nothing compared to the shadow of Sasha.

Serpent saw in an instant that Matthew had no hunger for her beauty. His hand flicked, signaling Feefee to leave. For a heartbeat, he felt satisfaction coil in his chest.

"Let's head to the third floor," Serpent said.

The men scattered across the second floor exchanged bewildered looks as Matthew and Serpent climbed the stairs.

"The third floor is where the captains stay," Serpent explained. "There's not much worth looking at."

"Which room is mine?" Matthew asked.

"If you're Captain Sogan, then it's this one," Serpent answered, pointing lazily at a cramped storage closet tucked by the stairwell.

Matthew pushed the door open.

A wave of foul air spilled into the hall. Inside, a folding cot leaned crooked against a wall, and a broken cabinet sagged to one side.

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