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

In the days leading up to the Lunar New Year, Kangren Hospital was filled with a busy yet festive atmosphere.

Several pots of Phalaenopsis orchids have appeared on the counter at the nurses' station, their purple petals stubbornly emitting a delicate fragrance amidst the smell of disinfectant.

The official documents issued by the hospital office were posted on the bulletin boards of each department:

To enhance team cohesion and celebrate the Spring Festival, the hospital has decided to hold a hospital-wide New Year's Eve party on the evening of the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

"Each department must produce at least one program; this is a mandatory requirement!"

In a small conference room in the hospital's administrative building, Director Huang, who was in charge of organizing the New Year's Eve party, stood with his hands on his hips, his voice so loud it could penetrate three floors.

The heads of various departments sat below the stage, each with a bitter expression on their face.

Yin Siyao had been in a daze for ten minutes, her beautiful brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

chorus?

No way, half the staff in the department are tone-deaf. Last time during team building, they almost woke up the patients in the emergency room by singing.

Skit?

Who wrote the script? Who organized the rehearsals? And most importantly, who performed it?

Should we have Dr. Zhang cross-dress as an old lady?

At 1.85 meters tall, he looked like a reformed bandit when dressed in women's clothing.

Yin Siyao screened all the doctors in the department, rubbing his temples, feeling more tired than if he had performed three surgeries in a row.

"Director Huang,"

A department head timidly raised his hand, "Our department is full of older doctors and nurses, with an average age of 45 or above..."

"You want us to perform a group recitation of 'The Health Preservation Handbook'?"

Laugh out loud.

Director Huang glared at him: "What are you laughing at? We're showing off the versatility of our medical staff!"

"Singing, dancing, skits, crosstalk, anything is fine, as long as it's creative and reflects the characteristics of the department."

"So what will we perform in the emergency room?"

The head of the emergency department joked, "How about performing 'Racing Against Time'? Or giving a live demonstration of CPR?"

"sure!"

Director Huang's eyes lit up. "With music, it would make a great stage play!"

Emergency Department Director: "..."

He really wanted to slap himself.

The meeting ended with Director Huang's impassioned speech and everyone's utterly dejected expressions. Yin Siyao dragged his heavy steps back to the orthopedic office.

As soon as I sat down, the nurse poked her head in: "Director Yin, Assistant Director Huang just called again to urge us on whether our department's program has been finalized."

Yin Siyao waved his hand: "I understand, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."

The nurse whispered a reminder: "Our department came in second to last last year. Director Huang said that if we come in last again this year, the department's budget will be cut in half next year."

Yin Siyao: "..."

That really hit the snake where it hurts most.

The door closed, and Yin Siyao slumped into the chair.

Orthopedics is one of the busiest departments in the entire hospital.

Doctors are either performing surgery or on their way to perform surgery every day, while nurses are constantly changing dressings, providing care, and writing records.

Asking these people to take time to rehearse a program, and to be creative and reflect the characteristics of their department, is simply asking the impossible.

Several options flashed through my mind: perform a skit called "One Hundred Uses of Steel Plates"? Sing an adapted version of "The Story of Bones"?

just forget it.

Last year, our department put on a poetry recitation entitled "The Vow Under the Operating Light," which was deeply moving and brought tears to many eyes.

As soon as he got on stage, Dr. Zhang, who was reciting, misread "We lift up the weight of life with our hands" as "We lift up the cafeteria's rice bowls with our hands".

The audience burst into laughter, while the score was abysmal.

Thinking of this, Yin Siyao felt that her migraine was about to flare up again.

Just as I was having a headache, my phone rang.

Leng Keyan called: "Are you off work? I'm waiting for you at the hospital entrance."

Yin Siyao glanced at the time and realized it was already 6:30.

After packing up and getting up, I walked to the hospital entrance and saw Leng Keyan's low-key black sedan parked on the side of the road.

Leng Keyan moved into Yin Siyao's house as soon as winter vacation started, claiming it was to take care of her boyfriend.

She spends her days at home reading and studying, cooking meals on time, and taking Yin Siyao to and from work rain or shine.

Yin Siyao protested repeatedly, saying that she was not a child and did not need anyone to take care of her, but her protests were ineffective.

Why are you so late today?

After Yin Siyao got into the car and sat down, Leng Keyan came over like a puppy and kissed him on the cheek.

Yin Siyao was used to this intimacy, but she still subconsciously looked out of the car window, her ears turning red: "Meeting, about the New Year's Eve party."

As Leng Keyan started the car, she asked, "New Year's Eve party?"

"It's a hospital tradition to hold a gala every year before the Spring Festival, with each department putting on a performance."

Yin Siyao leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples. "Director Huang gave a strict order: every department must produce something, and it has to be creative. I'm at my wit's end."

Leng Keyan glanced at Yin Siyao's tired profile, her eyes softening: "Is it difficult for you?"

"It's not that difficult, it's just that I don't have the time or the people."

Yin Siyao sighed, "The department has been incredibly busy lately. The head nurse is on sick leave due to an elderly relative's illness, and the rest of us are working non-stop. I can't bring myself to ask them to work overtime to rehearse for the show at a time like this."

The car stopped at the red light.

Leng Keyan turned her head to look at the person and smiled: "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Yin Siyao opened her eyes and looked at her suspiciously: "What can you do? Can you act in a skit or dance like a girl group member?"

Leng Keyan grinned, revealing two small tiger teeth, with a hint of youthful cunning and determination. "Anyway, I can handle it. I guarantee I won't be at the bottom. Maybe I can even make it into the top three."

Yin Siyao stared at the person in the driver's seat for a few seconds.

Although Leng Keyan is young, he is always reliable and has never broken his promises.

Leng Keyan resolved the insurance issue in no time last time, so she might actually have some good solutions.

"Sure."

Yin Siyao raised an eyebrow. "If you can really solve this, I'll give you a big red envelope for Chinese New Year."

Leng Keyan's eyes lit up: "Are there any other rewards?"

"What reward do you want?"

"I haven't decided yet," Leng Keyan blinked. "I'll tell you when I've thought it through."

The green light came on, and the car continued forward.

Yin Siyao didn't take these words to heart, closed her eyes to rest again, and didn't notice the meaningful smile on Leng Keyan's lips.

When Leng Keyan got home, she had already prepared dinner.

The three dishes and one soup were all Yin Siyao's favorite flavors.

After the two finished their meal quietly, Yin Siyao wanted to go to the study to read documents, but Leng Keyan stopped her.

"Don't start working right after eating; relax for a bit."

Leng Keyan pushed Yin Siyao toward the living room, "Watch some TV and rest."

Helpless, Yin Siyao could only sit down on the sofa with the others.

A variety show is playing on TV, and it's very noisy.

Yin Siyao started to lose focus after watching for a few minutes, her mind still preoccupied with the program.

After washing the dishes, Leng Keyan walked to Yin Siyao's side, bent down, and placed her arms behind the sofa where Yin Siyao was leaning, forming an intimate encirclement.