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

After thinking for a moment, he started to find a way to make amends, saying, "From now on, I'll be responsible for washing all the clothes."

"oh."

Yin Siyao didn't think much of it, "Your aunt spent a lot of money today, these clothes are too expensive."

"It's okay, your aunt is rich, and she likes you."

Leng Keyan smiled and, taking advantage of the moment while waiting at the red light, quickly glanced at Yin Siyao. "Teacher Yin is so beautiful, no wonder everyone likes her."

Yin Siyao was taken aback by the sudden praise, and then turned her face away somewhat awkwardly: "What nonsense are you talking about again?"

"I'm not lying."

Leng Keyan lowered her voice, speaking earnestly, "But they didn't have a chance. I, being in a privileged position, got the first taste of the moon, hehe."

The days passed quietly, and several days went by in the blink of an eye.

Since being entrusted with the responsibility of hosting the orthopedic department's New Year's Eve gala program in a time of crisis, Leng Keyan has practically received a special pass.

He would appear at the orthopedics department of Kangren Hospital without fail every day, ostensibly to guide rehearsals, but in reality, he treated Yin Siyao's office as his second home.

One minute he's serving afternoon tea, the next he's helping organize medical records, and then he's fawning over Yin Siyao, acting like a devoted dog circling its master.

Yin Siyao initially tried to maintain the director's authority, frowning and telling people to go back to reading if they were free, but Leng Keyan always found a way to brush her off.

After a few times, Yin Siyao got tired of saying anything and tacitly allowed Leng Keyan to wander around in front of him every day.

Lu Er is also very responsible. After becoming president, he has more free time and comes over every day after 5 pm.

Together with Leng Keyan, they practiced for half an hour with several young doctors and interns selected from the orthopedics department.

As a result, the style of orthopedics became somewhat strange during this period.

During the day, the doctors still meticulously make rounds, perform surgeries, and write medical records.

After 5 p.m., rhythmic music and Lu Er's clear and powerful commands could be faintly heard from the conference room.

Occasionally, colleagues from other departments passing by would peek out curiously and would always see a group of doctors in white coats or scrubs sweating profusely inside.

When Yin Siyao had free time, she would lean against the door with her arms crossed and look around, but her gaze mostly fell on Leng Keyan.

The professional singers and dancers are truly skilled; even with just a few simple pointers from Lu Er, the overall rehearsal effect is visibly improved.

Saturday noon, the doctors' cafeteria.

Lu Er and Song Jingmo sat together eating, with Yin Siyao and Leng Keyan next to them.

Across from us sat several directors from the neurosurgery, cardiology, and radiology departments, chatting as they ate.

"Director Yin is so lucky; your department is finally going to escape this misery this year."

The head of cardiac surgery picked up a piece of braised pork, his tone tinged with envy and bitterness, "Unlike us, we can't even come up with a decent program no matter how hard we try."

"Hey, Old Huang really went all out this time!"

The head of neurosurgery rummaged through the vegetables on his plate, looking distressed. "Our bottom-ranked department had its research funding cut in half. Who can stand that?"

"Our department finally managed to secure two national-level projects this year, which is exactly when we're burning through cash."

The head of cardiac surgery sighed, "Who can argue with that? Our department originally just wanted to put on a casual choir performance to get by, but now we don't dare to do that anymore."

"My students sing so badly it's like a car crash. I've been so worried these past few days that I've lost a lot of hair."

The head of the radiology department adjusted his glasses and sighed, "Our department is planning a one-day stage play, which is already the safest option."

"But compared to your singing and dancing, we're definitely not competitive. Director Yin, is your department planning to quietly make a fortune this year and then make a name for ourselves?"

"Exactly, exactly. They even invited a big star. What's the difference between this and cheating? Director Yin is showing no sportsmanship."

Lu Er picked up a piece of fish that Song Jingmo had deboned, looked up at the words, and smiled modestly: "Director Liu, you flatter me. I was just helping out a little. It's mainly the orthopedic doctors who are working hard."

Before Yin Siyao could speak, Leng Keyan next to her started showing off.

With a slight lift of his chin, his voice betrayed a hint of smugness: "This year, our orthopedics department absolutely has to avenge our previous defeat, take first place, and finally hold our heads high!"

Yin Siyao lightly kicked someone under the table and warned in a low voice, "You better keep a low profile."

He didn't want to incite hatred throughout the entire hospital before the show even aired.

Although I also hope for a good show, my personality makes me feel that it's better to leave some room for maneuver in everything.

"I'm just stating the facts!"

Leng Keyan was unconvinced, but her voice was still a bit soft, "With my uncle around, isn't first place a piece of cake?"

As she spoke, she looked at Lu Er, her eyes sparkling with trust.

Lu Er was both amused and exasperated by this compliment: "Don't make such a promise to me. I'm a retired celebrity now, so I can't guarantee anything."

"Besides, everyone who gets into Kangren is a national star. Each department is full of hidden talents; their performances might even be more spectacular."

Song Jingmo, who had been eating quietly, put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Just do your best, there's no need to strive for first place. The annual party is meant for everyone to relax, have fun, and strengthen relationships."

Lu Er's eyes softened: "I know, but it can't be too bad, you can't let your department down."

Although Song Jingmo has become the hospital director, he still participates in highly complex orthopedic surgeries and remains a member of the orthopedic team.

In the days leading up to the annual meeting, Leng Keyan was incredibly busy.

During the day, she rehearses with Lu Er, coordinating personnel, music, and venue; at night, she studies costumes, props, and lighting effects, and even secretly practices on her own.

He acts more like a director than Yin Siyao, a proper director, with his phone always in his hand, constantly receiving calls and having WeChat message notifications ringing from morning till night.

Several times when Yin Siyao came home from get off work, he saw Leng Keyan so tired that she fell asleep on the living room sofa, her laptop still lit up.

The boy had faint dark circles under his eyes, and his long eyelashes drooped quietly. His usually energetic face showed a rare look of fatigue.

A pang of heartache rose in Yin Siyao's heart.

He walked over quietly, took the laptop that had slipped halfway down, and then took a thin blanket to cover the person with it.

The movement was very gentle, but Leng Keyan still woke up.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw Yin Siyao. He instinctively gave her a sleepy and dependent smile.

He mumbled "Teacher Yin" and habitually snuggled up to Yin Siyao.

"Go to bed if you're tired."

Yin Siyao pressed down on the person's fidgeting head, her voice much gentler than usual, "It's about the show, you don't need to push yourself so hard."

"It's okay to be at the bottom, it's not the first time anyway. With Dean Jingmo in charge of research funding, we won't have to worry too much."

Leng Keyan instantly became much more awake, shook her head, and her voice still carried a hint of sleepiness.

But her tone was firm: "No way, I promised you I'd get a good ranking, and I can't go back on my word. Besides..."

Leng Keyan buried her face in the sofa cushions, her voice muffled but with a hint of stubbornness, "I want everyone to see that I'm very capable, thanks to Teacher Yin's guidance."

Looking at the flickering firelight in the boy's eyes, Yin Siyao felt a slight burning sensation in her heart.

I quietly pulled the blanket up a little and dimmed the living room lights.