Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

In the office, Leng Keyan stood somewhat awkwardly in front of her desk.

"Teacher Song, you wanted to see me?"

Song Jingmo looked up from the computer and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

His tone was as calm as ever: "I have to go to the Second Hospital to perform several complex surgeries later, so it's not suitable for you to study there."

As he spoke, he handed the printed surgical schedule to Leng Keyan: "You'll be doing surgeries with the other doctors these next few days."

He circled a few points on the table with his pen, saying, "The difficulty level is moderate, and it covers a wide range of basic operations, which will help you consolidate your knowledge."

Leng Keyan took the form, and when the name Yin Siyao came into view, her fingers curled up almost imperceptibly.

Song Jingmo took in this subtle reaction: "Feelings are feelings, and work is work. When you put on this white coat, you should only have eyes for your patients."

"Don't let personal feelings cloud your judgment. This is not only about being responsible for yourself, but also about being responsible for the patient's life."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Leng Keyan's face, as if she had been seen through, before she nodded earnestly: "I will adjust my mindset and follow Teacher Yin's surgeries carefully."

In the operating room, the shadowless lamps emitted a cold yet bright light.

Yin Siyao performed the surgery, wearing a green surgical gown. He also wore a mask and cap, revealing only his focused and serene eyes.

As an intern, Leng Keyan stood in a relatively back position.

The scrub nurse, Sister Wang, was very happy. While efficiently preparing the instruments, she chatted with Leng Keyan, saying, "It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen you on Dr. Yin's operating table."

Leng Keyan's voice was muffled: "I was afraid of causing trouble for Teacher Yin. Today, Teacher Song went to the Second Hospital and arranged for me to come and assist Teacher Yin with this surgery."

The words were phrased tactfully, but Sister Wang was shrewd enough to notice the awkwardness in them.

He chuckled and said, "Oh, don't say anything about disturbing me. You're so well-behaved and adorable, Dr. Yin can't help but like you!"

Dr. Zhang, the first assistant doctor next to them, joined in the conversation: "That's right, you're the darling of our hospital. I've never seen any other intern get the treatment you receive."

"Not only does Dr. Song personally mentor them, but even when Dr. Song is unavailable, they can arrange for an outstanding young mentor like Dr. Yin to take over. The resources are truly impressive..."

Everyone chimed in, talking about how much care and attention Yin Siyao usually gave to Leng Keyan.

They taught him how to suture step by step, patiently explained the key points of the surgery, and even brought him late-night snacks when he was on night shift.

Leng Keyan listened quietly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Those details he had deliberately ignored and tried to forget were now being brought up one by one by others, like fine needles pricking his heart, causing both soreness and aching.

It turns out that, in other people's eyes, Yin Siyao really did treat him differently.

But this difference, when faced with reality and so-called responsibility, seems so vulnerable.

Just as Leng Keyan was in a daze, the monitor suddenly emitted a piercing alarm.

"Blood pressure suddenly dropped to 80/50!"

Instantly, the atmosphere in the operating room became extremely tense.

"Speed ​​up the IV drip and prepare vasopressors."

Yin Siyao's voice was calm and swift, and his hands moved without the slightest pause.

The sudden change of events kept everyone busy, and the speed of equipment transfer increased.

When the scalpel was passed to her, Leng Keyan, who was distracted, was a beat slow to react and hastily reached out to take it.

"Be careful!"

A deep, sharp shout rang out.

Almost simultaneously, Yin Siyao's hand, focused on the surgery, suddenly slapped horizontally with astonishing speed.

"Snapped!"

With a soft thud, the scalpel that had almost caused an accident was knocked to the ground, making a crisp impact sound.

Leng Keyan turned pale with fright.

Yin Siyao raised her head, and through her mask, her eyes, which always held a gentle smile, were as cold as frost.

His tone was sterner than ever before: "Leng Keyan, if you don't want to work here, get out. Daydreaming in the operating room—are you trying to kill the patient or yourself?"

This was the first time Yin Siyao had reprimanded him with his full name and in such a harsh tone.

Leng Keyan trembled from the scolding, her eyes instantly reddening. She lowered her head and replied in a trembling voice, "I'm...I'm sorry, Teacher Yin, I won't let my mind wander again."

The surgery finally ended without any major complications.

As Leng Keyan walked out of the operating room, her legs still felt a little weak.

Dr. Zhang patted Leng Keyan on the shoulder: "Don't take it to heart. Dr. Yin was just anxious. He was doing it for your own good."

"That patient just now had tertiary syphilis, and he already had pathological fractures and joint deformities."

Leng Keyan looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with shock and lingering fear.

Dr. Zhang continued, "If it weren't for Dr. Yin's quick action, the risk of infection after your cut would have been extremely high. Dr. Yin is also remarkable; he was able to keep an eye on you even in such an emergency."

"To be honest, you're just lucky. If it were a surgeon who only cared about their own operations, who would have time to deal with your mess?"

"If I distract myself from the surgery and something goes wrong, I could face a lawsuit."

Dr. Zhang joked, "You little rascal, aren't you going to buy something to thank Dr. Yin for saving your life?"

Yin Siyao was so good, but he ultimately didn't belong to her.

Leng Keyan felt a tightness in her chest and bought Yin Siyao's favorite small cake. Mustering her courage, she walked towards Yin Siyao's office.

As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the windows, casting a warm and soft orange glow over the office.

Yin Siyao sat at her desk, head down, intently writing medical records.

The golden light outlined the contours of his handsome profile, giving him a serene and beautiful appearance.

Leng Keyan stood at the door, momentarily stunned.

"What is it?"

Yin Siyao didn't even look up; her cold voice broke the silence.

Leng Keyan snapped out of her daze, stepped forward, and gently placed the delicate little cake box in her hand on the corner of the table.

Her voice was a little nervous: "Teacher Yin, thank you for earlier. Here, take this."

Yin Siyao paused in typing, looked up, and her gaze fell on the cake box with the cute logo.

His eyes were devoid of any emotion, only indifference.

"You're welcome."

Yin Siyao's voice was unreadable, "Jingmo gave me instructions before he left, so I will naturally take good care of him."

She lowered her head again, her gaze returning to the medical record, her tone distant: "Take the cake and give it to someone else. I don't like these kinds of sweets that young girls like."

Leng Keyan stared blankly at the cake box, then looked at Yin Siyao's indifferent profile.

Don't like it?

What do young girls like?

Yin Siyao had previously praised this cake, saying it was sweet but not cloying and delicious.

Why don't you like it anymore?

Does this mean we have to deny and abandon even our own preferences?

A tremendous sense of grievance and disappointment welled up inside me, a hundred times stronger than when I was scolded in the operating room.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you."

Leng Keyan didn't want to upset anyone further, nor did she want to make herself look even more embarrassed. Silently, she picked up the small cake and left the office dejectedly.

Only Yin Siyao remained in the office.

Slowly raising her head, she gazed at the magnificent sunset outside the window. In her eyes lay a struggle and pain unseen by anyone.