Medical Sage

Under the sunset, a golden afterglow bathed the beach, reflecting the blue sea and sky. In the distance, specks of light among the clouds and sailboats on the water looked like scenes from a painting. The view was so mesmerizing it could spontaneously lift one’s spirits, as if all sorrows and entanglements could be temporarily released in the face of such beauty. This was perhaps why so many people loved to travel and witness the world’s wonders.

Besides, this was a beach that symbolized youth and summer coolness. Not far away, one could occasionally spot blondes and brunettes in alluring, fiery bikinis, their captivating figures swaying as they strolled along the shore or frolicked in the shallows. It was indeed a rare and beautiful sight, proving that Duke Ovilia’s recommendation had been an excellent one.

As for Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, he was dressed in a wildly colorful beach shirt, a pair of Bermuda shorts, and flip-flops. He lay leisurely on a beach chair, all alone, enjoying a beautiful sight he could never see back home. His mood had unconsciously improved a great deal, and he felt much less troubled than before.

As for the members of the Brad Family, he had naturally sent them away. He had no desire to wander around with ’bodyguards’ constantly trailing him, especially not a group of old foreign men.

”Huh, isn’t that…” he thought, suddenly sensing something. He propped himself up from the beach chair and looked toward the private beach of a renowned international hotel, his eyes widening in surprise.

There, on the private beach of that hotel, a brunette woman in a pure white dress walked barefoot along the sand with a pensive expression, as if something were troubling her.

If anyone were to get close enough, they would likely be too overwhelmed with excitement to believe their own eyes. The brunette was none other than the goddess of dreams for most men in Italy and all of Europe, a charming angel, the supergirl honored as the most beautiful at the ’Night of the Angels,’ a top-tier global awards ceremony: Apel Rizzo.

Aside from wearing a beautifully fitting white dress, she also wore a hat pressed down over her smooth, flowing dark brown hair, partially concealing her stunning features.

Even so, her pale skin, alluring curves, and an indescribable yet powerful charisma made her the absolute center of attention. She was a unique focal point, even with the exquisite face that could drive every man on the beach mad with desire completely hidden from view.

Fortunately, this beach was a private area belonging to the international hotel, inaccessible to anyone not staying there. Otherwise…

As one of the hottest superstars in Italy and all of Europe—a charming angel and supergirl in the eyes of men worldwide—Apel Rizzo hadn’t been able to truly relax like this in a very long time. Her days were so hectic that she seemed to have no time for a simple cup of tea or a moment of quiet reflection.

Of course, it was also because her ’state’ had been rather poor lately. She had even suffered an embarrassing incident at a crucial event like Sweden’s Fashion Week, which those annoying, detestable paparazzi seized upon to cause all sorts of trouble. Although her management company had smoothed things over and all negative reports about her had vanished, both she and her company agreed that she needed to take a break.

After all, she seemed truly tired now, didn’t she?

”Sigh, am I really that tired?” Apel murmured, looking somewhat downhearted. Then, with a cute pout, she extended a slender, fair foot and kicked a small pebble by the path.

The small pebble skipped and bounced across the warm, sunlit sand, much like Apel’s current mood—not particularly good or bad, just inexplicably low. With another soft sigh from her delicate red lips, her thoughts took flight uncontrollably. They soared to an ancient, noble castle, the most revered and coveted place among Italy’s highest echelons of society. They flew into that castle, into the top-floor presidential suite where she had foolishly spent two or three hours just watching a man sleep…

She swore at herself. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about this; she understood perfectly well that world did not belong to her, Apel Rizzo. But aren’t there things in this world like poppies? Isn’t there an emotion where the more you frantically try to suppress it, the more it clings to you like a demon’s curse, impossible to break free? She desperately wanted to forget it all, to seal the face of that Eastern man—the first one to ever make her heart truly race—within the most beautiful dream of her life, forever. But it was so, so difficult. Had she already lost the ability to forget? Ever since that day, her heart seemed to do nothing but remember and yearn.

”Oh, Mr. Chen… I wonder what you’re doing right now?” Apel murmured, looking up with a despondent air. Her pouting lips should have been cute, but at this moment, they just looked melancholic. Especially in the afterglow of the setting sun, the emotions buried deep in her heart were like seeds in spring, frantically trying to break through the soil and sprout.

Just then, a voice interrupted her thoughts. ”Oh, beautiful miss. If I’m not mistaken, you must be Apel, right?”

A short, plump Eastern man with small eyes had suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her path with a lecherous smile. Standing beside him was a tall, thin Italian man with pale skin and an equally unsettling gaze. Behind them followed four or five burly men who were obviously bodyguards.

”Hello, I am Apel,” she replied, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. A flash of panic appeared in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly composed herself. ”May I ask what you want? I’m on vacation at the Ikanobin Hotel.”

This was the Ikanobin Hotel, after all. It was not only famous, but rumor had it that its secret owners were the Sicilian Family. Therefore, Apel didn’t believe these people would dare cause trouble in a hotel owned by them. In Italy, even a senator was no more than a dog before the Sicilian Family. The slightest offense could get you thrown into the Sicilian Sea to feed the sharks.