Revenge of the Hideous Lady (Xyla Quest)

Stanley Batton was already seated inside.

Dressed in a black oversized shirt and matching black leisure pants, there was a hint of laziness to his calm and composed appearance.

His usual hairstyle of segmenting his hair into two disproportionate sections was changed to a loosely brushed-back style today. It made him look very cool and pleasant to the eyes.

Right then, he had his head lowered as he flipped through the black leather menu with his long and elegant fingers. He was moving neither hastily nor too slowly, which perfectly embodied elegance and nobility.

The chandelier above his head projected a bright light over his fair skin, which now seemed aglow.

From afar, Xyla Quest could feel how unapproachable that person was.

If she had not known his identity, she would have thought he was from an aristocratic family.

After brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, Xyla quickly walked over to the seat across him and sat down.

They were sitting on two opposite ends of the long dining table.

Even from a great distance, Xyla could feel the dominant aura from his body.

"You're here," Stanley said before slowly closing the menu and shifting his cold gaze to her face.

"Yeah. Let's order. We can chat while we eat." Xyla began waving at the waiter next to her.

After the orders were made, the waiter left.

Xyla rested her hands on the table with her fingers interlaced as she looked at Stanley.

"Did your day go well?" She asked.

"Yeah," Stanley drawled as he looked at her quietly and calmly.

"Today, I am going to teach you something relatively basic. It's called 'look-smell-ask-cut'," Xyla said.

"Looking refers to observing one's facial expression. Hearing means listening to one's breath. Asking refers to questions about the symptoms. Lastly, cutting means to check the pulse," Xyla explained.

"I'll go into details after we eat. We are one week away from Emily Quest's wedding. You must pay full attention. I am counting on you," Xyla said softly.

Her voice was so soft that Stanley felt as if he would melt.

"Okay," Stanley answered.

"Have you memorized what I taught you the last time? I'm going to check if you have done your homework. Are you ready?" Xyla asked skeptically.

"Yeah. Go ahead." Stanley bared his hands while he lifted his chest proudly.

After that, Xyla began asking question after question. Stanley was able to answer each of them correctly.

After Xyla had asked thirty questions, all of which Stanley answered correctly, she finally believed what he said and raised her thumbs at him. "You really are amazing. You have managed to memorize everything," Xyla said.

"Yeah," Stanley answered.

"How were you able to memorize all that so quickly? Do you have a photographic memory?" Xyla asked admiringly.

"You can say that," Stanley said.

"I'm amazed. To be honest, I was a little worried that you might not take it seriously when I decided to give you these two books," Xyla said. After all, the theoretical knowledge involved was extremely difficult fo people who did not go through medical studies.

"Since you asked me to do it, I naturally must comply," Stanley said calmly before he picked up his lighter and began flipping it around skillfully.

For an instant, Xyla felt as if her heart was going to melt.

"You are a genius. I bet you can learn other things just as quickly," Xyla said with a chuckle.

"Perhaps," Stanley said.

When Xyla looked at the genius before her, she could not help but feel a sense of pity for him.

If this man had not chosen his current pathway, perhaps he would have become an influential leader in the country. A smart person like Stanley couldn't fail at becoming a scientist or even doctor.

***

After dinner, Xyla began explaining the concept of 'look-smell-ask-cut' in detail.

Once the first three concepts were done, Xyla began teaching him how to check a person's pulse.