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

Operating room at Kangren Hospital.

The operating lights were blindingly bright, illuminating the operating table area as if it were daytime.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood, with only the regular and rapid beeping of the monitor and the occasional cold, crisp sound of surgical instruments colliding.

The patient was a construction worker in his thirties.

The construction site collapsed, and his legs were crushed by heavy building materials, resulting in comminuted fractures. A sharp piece of wood pierced through his waist.

Even more fatally, a flying piece of debris struck his head, causing an open head injury.

A multi-front battle against death is underway at the operating table.

Neurosurgeons are treating the brain injury and bleeding points, while general surgeons and vascular surgeons are working together to treat the penetrating lumbar injury, avoiding damage to vital organs and blood vessels.

Orthopedics needs to save the patient's legs, which have been crushed beyond recognition, as much as possible, by performing complex debridement, reduction, and internal fixation.

Song Jingmo stood at the main knife position, his fingers incredibly steady, every movement clean and crisp, without the slightest waste.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which were promptly wiped away by the circulating nurse beside him.

Yin Siyao, acting as the first assistant, understood Song Jingmo's surgical style and pace. Without needing many words, she handed over instruments, suctioned the surgical field, exposed the surgical field, and assisted with traction...

Every movement was perfectly timed; the tacit understanding between the two had been rehearsed countless times.

The surgery lasted for more than five hours, with the most dangerous craniocerebral debridement and hematoma removal being performed by the neurosurgeon.

The splinter was carefully removed by the general surgeon, who then repaired the damaged intestinal tract.

When it was the orthopedic department's turn to handle the most complex and time-consuming task—the legs—everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But just then, the monitor sounded a sharp alarm.

The patient's blood pressure dropped sharply and his heart rate soared.

"Blood pressure 70/40, heart rate 140!"

"Delayed bleeding may be present in the abdominal cavity."

Yin Siyao reacted very quickly, "Prepare hemostats and sutures, and request another 800cc of type O blood from the blood bank."

Song Jingmo's eyes narrowed, but his hands moved without hesitation: "Electrocautery to stop the bleeding, small hemostat. Siyao, press down here."

As soon as Song Jingmo spoke, Yin Siyao's fingers precisely pressed on the spot above the bleeding point.

Pressure transfusion, vasopressors, fluid resuscitation... a series of rescue measures were carried out in an orderly manner.

With Yin Siyao's help, Song Jingmo quickly located the bleeding point.

A small artery that had temporarily closed due to spasm during a previous examination ruptured again after the blood pressure rose.

After the precise clamping and quick sewing, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief; their scrubs were already soaked with sweat.

More than five hours had passed by the time the last complex internal fixation plate was implanted and the muscle and skin suturing began.

The next step was the routine wound suturing and bandaging, which was done by Dr. Zhang.

Song Jingmo took a step back and stretched his neck and shoulders, which had become stiff from maintaining a fixed posture for a long time.

His gaze remained fixed on Shuye, but his aura had noticeably relaxed.

The atmosphere in the operating room truly relaxed after ensuring the patient's condition was stable.

Standing opposite Song Jingmo, Yin Siyao watched Dr. Zhang's needlework and asked, "Judging from your WeChat Moments, did Lu Er's mother pass the test?"

Song Jingmo raised his eyelids slightly, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes above the mask: "Yes. I gave him a red envelope and also asked him to bring a gift for Grandpa."

"Congratulations."

Yin Siyao's blessing was brief: "Finally, the clouds have parted and the moon is shining."

Song Jingmo glanced at the person and nodded: "Thank you."

Then, as if in casual conversation, she naturally asked, "What about you? Did you and Keyan go back home for the New Year? How are your aunt and uncle?"

I didn't go back this year.

Yin Siyao's tone was a mix of helplessness and amusement. "My mom is alright; she didn't object much when I brought her home last year. My dad is a bit like Lu Er's mom—sharp-tongued but kind-hearted, and extremely proud."

Why didn't you go back this year?

Song Jingmo was somewhat curious.

Although Yin Siyao is busy with work, he always cares a lot about his family and rarely misses the Spring Festival.

Mentioning this, Yin Siyao became even more helpless, her tone full of accusation: "It's all because of that kid, I don't know what got into him, making a fuss about wanting to move to a different house."

"Before the Lunar New Year, I kept complaining that the apartment I was renting was too small and had poor lighting. I looked for places from before the Lunar New Year to after, being picky and choosy, it was harder than choosing a concubine. I was exhausted from all the searching, how could I have the time and energy to go back to my hometown?"

"Moving to a different house?"

Song Jingmo was somewhat surprised, "Isn't the house you're living in now pretty good?"

Although Yin Siyao's home is not big, it is decorated very warmly and is not too far from the hospital.

"I think it's pretty good too."

Yin Siyao's tone carried a hint of complaint, "It's big enough and convenient. But that kid is so stubborn. He said it's not enough and we have to get a bigger one. We've argued about it countless times."

He's already exhausted from work every day, and he really doesn't want to argue about the house every day.

The key is that little thing; every time after an argument, it stops talking and looks pitiful with a wronged expression, and he has to go to great lengths to coax it.

A low chuckle rippled through the operating room. Everyone knew that Leng Keyan was Lu Er's nephew and came from a wealthy family.

Yin Siyao's complaint clearly carried a burden of indulgence and sweetness.

"It seems Ke Yan is building a nest to attract phoenixes, preparing to settle down?"

Dr. Zhang joked with a smile, "I'll go prepare the money for the baby as soon as I get off the operating table."

Yin Siyao's ears turned slightly red, but she didn't reply.

The two chatted about everyday things while deftly finishing up the last bit of work.

When the last stitch was finished and the dressing was put on, it was already 7 p.m.

The marathon surgery, which lasted nearly ten hours, has finally come to an end.

The patient was safely transferred to the ICU.

Song Jingmo and Yin Siyao took off their heavy lead aprons and surgical gowns and went to the sink to wash their hands.

Hot water washed over their tired hands and arms. Neither of them spoke, only the sound of the rushing water washing away the blood and exhaustion.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Song Jingmo said to Yin Siyao, "Go back and rest early."

"Same to you."

Yin Siyao rubbed her temples. "Your CEO Lu must be getting impatient."

Song Jingmo nodded, and the two parted ways at the hospital entrance.

Yin Siyao drove his car towards his new home.

Despite having already seen it, Yin Siyao was still stunned by the sight before her when she opened the door and went inside.

This house is indeed very big.

The entryway was spacious and bright, and the living room was at least five times larger than the living room of the small apartment he had previously rented.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the city's night view, dazzling with lights, and the furniture is all brand new in a modern minimalist style.

Leng Keyan, wearing an apron, was bringing the last soup from the open kitchen to the table.

Hearing the voice, she turned around and immediately broke into a big smile: "Teacher Yin, you're back! How did the surgery go? Come and eat!"