In the sterile confines of her Taiwanese clinic, Dr. Xiao Mai's professional demeanor cracks as Chi Chi, her secret lover, arrives. Mai, with her almond eyes and sharp intellect, is no longer the stoic doctor but a woman consumed by desire. She leads Chi Chi to the examination room, her heels clicking on the cold tile floor, each step echoing her racing heart. Mai's hands, usually steady, tremble as she unbuttons Chi Chi's shirt, revealing his toned chest. Chi Chi, with a mischievous smile, reaches for Mai's stethoscope, wrapping it around his neck, his fingers brushing against her throat. The air is thick with anticipation as Mai, her voice barely above a whisper, says, "Let's see if your heart's still beating, Chi Chi."