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

Inside the operating room, the operating lights illuminated the central area as brightly as day.

Yin Siyao stood at the surgeon's position, his eyes lowered, completely focused on performing a complex joint replacement surgery.

"Dr. Yin, your phone keeps ringing."

The circulating nurse noticed the phone vibrating incessantly beside her and spoke up to remind her.

Yin Siyao didn't even look up, continuing what she was doing: "Who?"

The circulating nurse leaned over and glanced at it: "The note says 'Mom'."

"I won't answer."

Yin Siyao did not hesitate at all.

It seems to be urging him to contact that girl more often.

Less than a minute after the call automatically ended, the persistent buzzing vibration started again.

Seeing this, Liu, the assistant standing nearby, said, "Dr. Yin, the rest is just routine suturing, it's relatively simple, let me take over."

"Go answer the phone, just in case there's an emergency at home."

Yin Siyao hesitated for a moment, but still did not put down the equipment in his hand.

He said to the circulating nurse, "Could you please answer this for me and put it on speakerphone?"

"Siyao, why did it take you so long to answer the phone?"

The voice on the other end of the phone, tinged with local dialect, came from Yin's mother: "I have something to tell you. Xiaojing is going to City A for a few days. Her high-speed train arrives at 4 PM today."

"Remember to pick her up and treat her well, okay? She's a young woman who doesn't know anyone here..."

Yin's mother's voice echoed through the operating room via speakerphone, and several nurses and doctors involved in the surgery subconsciously pricked up their ears.

This is the first bite of a fresh, hot melon.

Yin Siyao frowned slightly, and after her mother finished speaking, she replied briefly, "I know, I'm in surgery, I'll hang up now."

The atmosphere in the operating room instantly became more lively as soon as the phone call ended.

The scrub nurse was the first to laugh and joke, "Dr. Yin, what's going on? Is your girlfriend coming to check up on you?"

Yin Siyao stared at Dr. Liu's work, her tone indifferent: "We were just classmates in junior high and high school, our relationship is so-so. We only see each other once a year when we go home for Chinese New Year, and we don't keep in touch otherwise."

"Hey, it's great to see you again, old classmate. Like dry tinder meeting a flame, it's easy for sparks to ignite."

Another doctor chimed in, "The girl actually came all the way to City A to pursue him; isn't her intention obvious?"

"Exactly! It's so easy for a woman to pursue a man, Dr. Yin! You're sure to find your other half soon!"

The anesthesiologist remarked, "Sure enough, good-looking people have nothing to fear. They don't even have to do anything; suitors just keep showering them with attention."

"Unlike us, we take the initiative but always end up failing, so much so that we're still single at our age."

Everyone chimed in, and the operating room turned into a makeshift gossip battleground.

Yin Siyao didn't respond, but focused on watching Dr. Liu's procedure, occasionally offering a word of advice.

The surgery was successfully completed, and it was already past 1 p.m.

Yin Siyao quickly ate a bite of food, checked the time, and saw it was almost two o'clock.

Even without traffic, it takes almost an hour to get from the hospital to the high-speed rail station, so I took half a day off.

Back in the duty room, I quickly took a shower and changed into a more casual-looking dark sweater and trousers.

3 PM.

Leng Keyan had just returned to her office after following Dr. Xiao's surgery and was about to have a drink of water and rest when she heard a suppressed, excited murmur.

"Really? Is Dr. Yin really going to find a partner?"

"Of course it's true! His mother called the operating room herself to say it. They're childhood sweethearts, and she came all the way from her hometown."

"Wow! I knew it! How could someone as good as Dr. Yin be single all this time? Turns out he already has a childhood sweetheart by his side."

"Dr. Yin even took time off to pick someone up at the high-speed rail station. Wow, that's some serious treatment..."

"Childhood sweethearts," "girlfriend," "finding a partner"...

These words, like icicles, pierced Leng Keyan's ears.

The stab caused my heart to contract violently, and even my breath caught in my throat for a moment.

Suppressing the sharp, sudden pang of heartache, Leng Keyan forced herself to remain calm and walked over.

Forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, she asked Liu Yuan, who was talking the most enthusiastically, "Sister Liu, what are you guys talking about?"

Liu Yuan perked up immediately when she saw Leng Keyan.

With the excitement of sharing gossip: "You didn't know? Dr. Yin's childhood sweetheart is coming to City A this afternoon."

"Dr. Yin took a special day off to pick someone up at the high-speed rail station. It looks like our orthopedics department will soon be getting some wedding candy."

Something seemed to explode in Leng Keyan's mind.

Childhood sweethearts, engagement, picking each other up at the high-speed rail station...

The entire orthopedics department, from doctors to nurses, is almost universally known.

He was the only one kept in the dark, like a complete fool.

Only by slyly piecing together the good news about Yin Siyao from other people's idle chatter could one obtain such information.

Leng Keyan felt a surge of sour and astringent blood rushing to the top of her head. She felt angry, anxious, and indescribably aggrieved.

He was angry at Yin Siyao for concealing the truth, even though the other party had no obligation to tell him.

What's urgent is that my childhood sweetheart has finally arrived.

What's frustrating is not knowing what one is really worth.

At this moment, Liu Yuan seemed to suddenly remember something.

Looking at Leng Keyan, her tone was a mix of regret and curiosity: "Hey, speaking of which, we thought you two were dating when we saw you getting so close to Dr. Yin."

As soon as these words were spoken, several nurses nearby chimed in:

"I also thought you two were a couple, and I secretly shipped you two for a long time. I didn't expect I was shipping the wrong couple. The real ones are actually childhood friends."

"Exactly, exactly. When you injured your foot and stayed at Dr. Yin's house, we thought you two were living together. How come..."

"Yes, Dr. Yin treats you very specially."

"Ke Yan, tell me the truth, did you two talk about this before? Or are we just overthinking it?"

These words instantly shattered Leng Keyan's already crumbling mental defenses. The composure she had been maintaining crumbled completely at that moment.

All those cautious attempts, those ambiguous moments, those sweet and bitter experiences tasted alone, were shattered at this moment by this straightforward question.

Everyone thought they were together.

But ironically, they have no relationship whatsoever.

They can share a bowl of soup, sleep intimately in the same bed, and even help each other wash underwear and socks...

They had all experienced that intimacy and tacit understanding that seems to only exist between couples.

But they didn't make a clear confession, didn't formally hold hands, and didn't have a legitimate relationship.

All the ambiguity and special treatment, in the end, was nothing more than his own personal chaos and turmoil.

From beginning to end, it's possible that he was the only one deluding himself, the only one immersed in this grand yet illusory ambiguity.

Yin Siyao, perhaps out of politeness, only regarded him as a younger brother with whom she had a good relationship who needed to be taken care of.

Leng Keyan bit her lower lip hard to suppress the overwhelming soreness in her eyes.

Unable to listen to the discussions, whether of regret or curiosity, he practically fled the office.

It turns out that unacknowledged ambiguity is more embarrassing and heartbreaking than a direct rejection.

He was like a clown who had stumbled into someone else's script, performing a self-righteous one-man show.

It wasn't until the main character appeared that I realized I wasn't even a supporting character.

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PS:

I worked overtime for two consecutive days.

My mind is foggy, I'm sleepy, I really can't write anymore.

I'll finish this tomorrow after I wake up; no need to wait.

good night.