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

"I'm not going back."

Those three words stirred up a storm in Lu Er's heart.

Song Jingmo still cares about him.

However, this smug feeling didn't last long before it was shattered by Song Jingmo's next sentence: "I'm on the night shift tonight."

Lu Er's smile froze instantly; it turned out she hadn't stayed to keep him company on purpose.

I just happened to be on duty.

Song Jingmo took in Lu Er's reaction, but instead of explaining, he sent a message to the head nurse:

I can be scheduled for any night shifts this week.

The head nurse replied quickly:

Are you kidding me? Nobody in the whole hospital wants to work the night shift, why are you volunteering?

Song Jingmo typed without changing his expression:

Several critically ill patients recently require close monitoring.

In the hospital room, Leng Keyan was pestering Lu Er: "Uncle, I'll stay and take care of you tonight."

"No need," Lu Er waved her hand weakly. "Your internship is already tiring enough. What if you neglect your work because of taking care of me?"

Leng Keyan immediately looked at Song Jingmo pitifully: "Teacher Song, could you please go easy on me for my uncle's sake?"

Lu Er smiled bitterly to himself; he no longer had any face to save.

As expected, Song Jingmo said with a serious expression: "In my dictionary, there is no such word as favoritism or corruption."

Leng Keyan pouted, unconvinced: "Then when you called the dean and used your privileges to arrange an operating room, wouldn't that be considered favoritism and corruption?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Er was stunned.

He thought it was his status as a top celebrity that made the hospital take him seriously, but he didn't expect it was because of Song Jingmo.

Song Jingmo's face darkened: "I showed favoritism towards your uncle to save his life, but showing favoritism towards you would be murder."

Leng Keyan was rendered speechless by the rebuttal and could only leave dejectedly.

During dinner, Lu Er, captivated by Song Jingmo's gentleness, drank a lot of porridge.

Not long after, I felt the urge to use the restroom, but I was too embarrassed to ask.

Noticing that the other person's expression was off, Song Jingmo asked, "Do you need to use the restroom?"

Lu Er's face turned red instantly.

"Holding your urine for a long time can lead to urinary tract infections, and if it gets serious..." Song Jingmo began to explain the science in a serious tone.

"I know!" Lu Er interrupted, embarrassed and annoyed. "I graduated from medical school, after all. I have that much common sense."

Song Jingmo looked at the shy person and asked, "Do you need to go to the restroom?"

In the end, Lu Er was helped to the bathroom by Song Jingmo.

Standing in front of the toilet, I couldn't urinate no matter what I did.

Mingming and Mingming often showered and went to the toilet together in high school, and even childishly compared their sizes.

But now, the thought of Song Jingmo waiting outside the door makes him feel uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Song Jingmo's voice came from outside the door.

"N-nothing!" Lu Er hurriedly replied, feeling both angry and anxious.

I can't help but wonder if something that happened six years ago left him with psychological trauma, which is why he's a straight man.

After finally satisfying her physical needs, Lu Er, blushing, was helped back to bed.

"I want to take a shower," Lu Er sniffed her body and frowned in disgust. "I sweated a lot while filming today."

"No," Song Jingmo refused decisively. "The wound can't get wet."

Lu Er looked at Bai Zhi, who was carrying clothes, hoping she could speak up for her.

Unexpectedly, Bai Zhi sided with Song Jingmo: "Dr. Song is right, just bear with it a little longer."

"Bai Zhi!" Lu Er said angrily, "Whose assistant are you anyway? Do you even know who pays your salary?"

Bai Zhi blinked innocently: "But Dr. Song is doing this for your own good."

At 9 p.m., Song Jingmo came to Lu Er's ward after making his rounds.

He said to Bai Zhi, "Go back and rest. I'll keep watch for the rest of the night."

Bai Zhi nodded gratefully and left quietly.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Lu Er's peaceful sleeping face. Song Jingmo sat by the bed, his gaze tender.

Gently tucking the blanket around Lu Er, her fingertips brushed against his cheek unintentionally, carrying a tenderness she herself was unaware of.

The next morning, Cong Jinyue walked into the ward carrying a large bouquet of blue roses.

He dressed up carefully today, wearing a well-tailored beige knit sweater that made his already handsome face even more outstanding.

"Brother Lu!"

The boy's voice was cheerful as he placed the expensive bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, and the fragrance of the flowers immediately filled the ward.

"Brother Lu, I've thought about this for a long time. I'm really touched that you got injured saving me." The boy's voice gradually lowered, and his ears turned slightly red.

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.

"So I've made up my mind," Cong Jinyue raised his head, staring intently at Lu Er, "I'm going to take care of you until you recover."

Lu Er quickly waved her hand: "No need, no need. Saving you was just an instinctive reaction. You really don't need to take it to heart."

Cong Jinyue seemed not to hear, and picked up an apple and started peeling it: "Brother Lu, just enjoy my service without any qualms."

Lu Er was at a loss for words.

After peeling the apple, Cong Jinyue cut a small piece and held it to Lu Er's lips: "Here, have a taste."

Lu Er instinctively resisted: "My hand is fine, I can do it myself."

"You still have an IV drip in your hand," Cong Jinyue insisted, "I'll feed you so you don't get your hands dirty."

Left with no other choice, Lu Er reluctantly ate a few bites.

Cong Jinyue keenly sensed Lu Er's resistance, and his eyes dimmed: "Brother Lu, do you really hate me?"

Lu Er shook her head.

I wouldn't say I hate it.

"I want to take care of you, not only out of guilt, but also because I like you."

Lu Er's eyes widened: "Don't joke like that."

"I'm serious."

Cong Jinyue was very eager, "From the first day I joined the crew, I was attracted to you. You are really a very, very good person."

Lu Er subconsciously shrank back, a movement that stung Cong Jinyue's eyes. This prompted him to launch into a long, rambling explanation of evidence.

Lu Er was speechless: "I helped you with the scenes and guided your acting just so I could leave work early. I'm sorry if this caused any misunderstanding."

"No..."

Cong Jinyue's eyes reddened. "You're clearly special to me. Everyone can see it."

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes: "The online CP supertopics, our team's promotions... you've always been letting me ride on your coattails."

Lu Er was speechless: "My manager won't let me clarify."

If Jiang Qingyan hadn't said it was for the promotion of his new drama, given his temper, they would have already started arguing.

Cong Jinyue's voice was filled with grievance: "If you don't like me, why did you risk your own safety to save me?"

Lu Er was speechless when asked the question. Seeing that Cong Jinyue's gaze was becoming more and more intense, she made up her mind and blurted out: "I am homophobic and I am not gay."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the light in Cong Jinyue's eyes.

Just then, Bai Zhi pushed open the ward door. Song Jingmo stood in the doorway, holding a ward round record book.

His gaze swept between the two of them, finally settling on Lu Er's face, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Lu Er felt inexplicably nervous, swallowed hard, and looked at Bai Zhi for help.

Bai Zhi munched on potato chips, watching the scene unfold: "Your face is irresistible to both men and women. Let me count, how many hundred people have confessed their feelings to you here..."

Seeing the atmosphere in the room getting increasingly tense, Lu Er gritted her teeth and said, "Your entire bonus for this month is being deducted."

The potato chips in my hand suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.