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

In mid-August, City A entered the hottest time of the year.

The outdoor heat was intense, and the cicadas chirped incessantly from morning till night, softening the asphalt road surface.

The temperature in the operating room is always kept constant at 21 degrees Celsius.

Song Jingmo stood at the surgeon's position, his surgical cap and mask covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as calm as a deep pool.

The patient is a man in his early thirties who was driving a borrowed Mercedes this morning, excitedly heading to pick up his bride.

As a result, on the highway, I followed too closely and got sandwiched between two heavy trucks.

The entire vehicle was crushed like a soda can, and it took rescuers forty minutes to dig him out of the driver's seat.

The patient suffered comminuted fractures in both legs, accompanied by complete severance of blood vessels and nerves, and severe tissue necrosis, with no possibility of repair.

The only option was a high-level amputation of the thigh.

The surgery had been going on for more than four hours, but the patient's vital signs remained unstable.

The crush injury caused acute kidney injury and also caused problems with blood clotting.

The numbers on the monitor kept fluctuating, leaving everyone present on tenterhooks.

The scrub nurse sighed, "I wonder what will happen to the bride now that she's in this state?"

Nurse Xiaolin had just come in; she had gone out to collect signatures from family members.

Hearing this, he replied, "There's no sign of the bride anywhere, but the phone call went through. She said she'd focus on saving people first, and we'd talk about the rest later."

Yin Siyao, who was assisting in treating the wound, sighed, "That's just how society is now. Love is too fragile in the face of reality."

A female nurse standing nearby said, "This young woman is in the prime of her life. She has to take care of a husband who can't take care of himself as soon as she gets married. Anyone would hesitate in her shoes."

The scrub nurse whispered, "High-level paraplegia. He'll need someone to take care of him for everything, from eating and drinking to using the toilet. That's a huge burden..."

"you do not say."

The anesthesiologist poked his head out from behind the monitor and said, "If I were the girl's parents, I wouldn't want my daughter to jump into this fire pit either."

A brief silence fell over the operating table.

The medical profession is accustomed to life and death, separation and reunion, and also to the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Sometimes, love really can't withstand a sudden, devastating blow.

Just then, a sudden vibration broke the silence of the operating room.

The nurse glanced at the lit screen and asked Song Jingmo, "Director, it's your grandfather calling. Should we answer it?"

Song Jingmo's hands did not stop moving.

Grandpa never makes phone calls during work hours unless something he can't handle happens.

Song Jingmo's back visibly tensed up.

"Turn on speakerphone."

The nurse quickly picked up her phone, answered the call, and put it on speakerphone.

A strange male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey? Is this Dr. Song? Something's happened to your grandfather!"

"The old man went up the mountain to cut bamboo this morning, saying he wanted to make you a rattan chair..."

The man's voice was fast and urgent, "He lost his footing while going down the mountain and tumbled down the slope. He passed out..."

"We're on our way to the hospital now, Dr. Song, could you...?"

Yin Siyao looked at Song Jingmo: "I'll cover here. Xu Bai's surgery will be finished in about half an hour. You go check on the old man first..."

Song Jingmo didn't move and continued treating the vein in his hand.

"The patient's blood pressure is still unstable, and I am most familiar with his bleeding points in this surgery. If someone else were to familiarize themselves with the surgical field again, it would take at least several tens of minutes longer."

"He can't wait."

Yin Siyao looked at the person, wanting to say something, but in the end just nodded: "Okay."

Song Jingmo said calmly, "I'm still in surgery. Could you please find the contact person at the top of the chat and call Er'er? He'll come over and handle it."

On the other end of the phone, the villagers who had come to help were in an uproar.

"What? He's not coming?"

A middle-aged man with a very loud voice said, "His own grandfather fell and was injured like that, and he just says he won't come and then he tries to shift the blame to someone else?"

Another villager chimed in, "He's gotten so arrogant since he became the head of the household. He doesn't even care about his own grandfather anymore. What kind of person is he...?"

Someone nearby chimed in, "Don't talk nonsense, they're performing surgery, saving lives..."

"Other people's lives matter, but my own grandfather's life doesn't?"

The middle-aged man grew increasingly angry as he spoke, "He can't tell what's important! If you ask me, people like that deserve to be struck by lightning!"

"Alright, all of you, shut up."

Uncle Wang's face was serious as he glanced at the complaining villagers: "You all better watch your mouths. That kid from the Song family was saving someone."

"The person lying on the operating table is someone else's son, someone else's husband, someone else's father."

"Don't other people's lives matter? If he puts down his scalpel and runs away, and the patient dies on the operating table, will you take responsibility?"

Uncle Wang paused, his voice growing even deeper, "If it were your own family member lying on the operating table today, and the surgeon ran away halfway through..."

"If you say my grandfather fell, and you're going to find someone else, will you point your finger at that doctor and berate him for being unethical and irresponsible?"

The middle-aged man, who had been speaking so eloquently just moments before, was now speechless.

He then ignored the embarrassed villagers and started searching through his phone's contacts.

Lu Er is in the conference room having a meeting with the marketing department to discuss the film and television investment strategy for the second half of the year.

My phone vibrated, and I answered it.

"Hello, is this Xiao Er? This is Uncle Wang from Songjia Village. You greeted me last time you came..."

Lu Er's heart tightened: "Uncle Wang, please speak."

He stood up, gestured for everyone in the conference room to pause, and quickly walked to the window.

"The old man fell and is being taken to the hospital. The town says he needs to be transferred to the city, and Jingmo wants to contact you..."

Uncle Wang paused for a moment, then said, "He's still on the operating table; he can't leave."

Lu Er's fingers tightened around her phone suddenly, and without the slightest hesitation, she said, "Uncle Wang, please take Grandpa to the nearest municipal tertiary hospital immediately."

"I'll contact someone immediately to arrange a fast track. Once you arrive at the hospital, you can have the surgery right away without any delay. I'll handle the signing and payment."

He glanced at his watch and continued, "I'm a forty-minute drive from there. Tell the doctor to give me half an hour so they can start the emergency treatment first. I'll cover for the worst."

Uncle Wang visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away..."

Lu Er was very grateful: "Thank you for your trouble, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to a group of bewildered subordinates in the conference room and said rapidly, "Secretary Lin will take care of the rest."

"Send the meeting minutes to my email after the meeting. You guys need to align the budget proposal internally first. If there are any disputes, wait until I get back."

Before the words were even finished, the person had already disappeared at the elevator entrance.

Lu Er drove so fast it was almost like she was taking off, running two red lights in a row.

I called Old Chen from the hospital's administration office and asked for his help in coordinating a green channel at the municipal hospital.

She sent another message to Lu Chen, saying that something had happened at Jingmo's place and she wouldn't be going back to the old house that night.

Thirty minutes later, the silver sports car stopped precisely at the entrance of the emergency building of the Third Municipal Hospital.

Uncle Wang was pacing back and forth in the corridor when he saw Lu Er and quickly came up to her: "You've finally arrived!"

"Where is Grandpa?"

Lu Er was still catching her breath.

"In the emergency room, the doctor said there was a blood clot in the brain and immediate surgery was needed. But the family members weren't there, and some risk documents were left unsigned..."

"I'll sign."

Lu Er had already followed the nurse toward the office, her steps never faltering. "Use the best equipment and medicines you need; don't worry about the price."

The nurse quickly handed over various documents, which Lu Er flipped through one by one and signed her name.

An hour and a half had passed by the time I finished all of this.

On the bench outside the emergency room, Lu Er felt as if all her strength had been drained.

Uncle Wang has gone back to rest, leaving only Lu Er in the corridor.

My phone kept vibrating.

Messages kept popping up in the group chat.

Qu Suiwan: [Uncle Wang said the old man was taken to the hospital? How is he? We are changing our tickets, and he won't arrive until the day after tomorrow at the earliest.]

Song Sinian: [Have you contacted Jingmo? What's the situation on his end?]

Lu Er rubbed her aching temples and began typing:

Jingmo has an emergency surgery and can't leave, so I'll handle things here first.

My grandfather has a blood clot in his brain and is undergoing surgery to remove it. The surgeon is the head of neurosurgery at the Third Municipal Hospital, who has an excellent reputation in the field.

Uncle Wang has gone back to rest. I'll stay at the hospital and keep you informed of any progress.

[Uncle and Aunt, don't worry, be careful on the road. I'm here with Grandpa.]

Song Sinian: [Thanks to you for being there, and also to Jingmo... I appreciate your understanding.]

Lu Er looked at the message, and a corner of her heart suddenly softened: [We are family.]

She paused, then added: "Jingmo's surgery is almost finished, and he's already on his way."

Besides, when my mother was hospitalized before, Jingmo was always running around taking care of her. Isn't that how family is?

The corridor was quiet, the smell of disinfectant mixed with the summer heat, making it hard to breathe.

Looking at the red light above the emergency room, Lu Er was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Every time, Song Jingmo is the one standing under the operating lights, mending hope for others.

This time, the person lying inside was his grandfather.

Another forty minutes passed.

The elevator door at the end of the corridor opened with a "ding".

Song Jingmo practically ran out.

He hadn't had time to change out of his dark green surgical gown; he had only hastily put on a thin jacket over it.

His hair was a little messy, and there were still traces of sweat on his forehead.

Looking up, I saw Lu Er sitting alone on a bench in the distance, her knees together and her hands holding her phone.

His back was taut, like a pitiful little beast guarding its territory alone.

Song Jingmo felt as if his heart had been violently slapped.

He strode over, said nothing, and simply bent down to pull Lu Er into his arms.

It was so tight, so tight it felt like it was trying to embed you into your very bones.

Lu Er was caught off guard by Song Jingmo's sudden hug. She was stunned for a moment, and then, as if all her strength had been drained, she softly leaned into his arms.

She buried her entire face in Song Jingmo's surgical gown, which smelled of disinfectant, and took a deep breath.

It was a familiar scent that put him at ease.

"You've finally arrived! I was so worried about you."

Lu Er's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of dependence that she herself was unaware of.

"Um."

Song Jingmo rested his chin on the top of the other's head, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed from the depths of his chest, "You've worked hard."

Lu Er shook her head in the person's arms and said in a muffled voice, "Grandpa's condition was unstable at the time, so transferring him to the Third Municipal Hospital was the closest and fastest option."

"I've spoken with the head doctor here. We'll stabilize things here after the surgery, and then transfer to Kangren Hospital when it's suitable. This way, it'll be easier for you to take care of me, and you'll feel more at ease."

She paused, then looked up, her eyes red, but she forced a smile: "Kangren lives close to where we live, so I can go see Grandpa anytime."

Song Jingmo looked into the person's eyes.

Those eyes showed weariness and lingering fear, but not a hint of complaint or blame.

I wanted to say "thank you," but when the words reached my lips, I felt that those two words were too weak.

All I could do was hold the person in my arms tighter, pouring all my gratitude, relief, and lingering fear into that embrace.

"Thank goodness you're here."

Song Jingmo's voice was a little choked up, "Er'er made excellent arrangements, she considered everything."

Lu Er snuggled against him and muttered softly, "Then you have to be nicer to me from now on, and you can't always bully me."

Song Jingmo gave a soft "hmm" and tightened his arms around her.

Two hours later, the red light in the operating room finally went out.

The surgeon came out, took off his mask, and his face showed the fatigue of a long battle.

But his tone remained relatively calm: "You're a family member, right? The surgery went smoothly, the blood clot in the brain has been completely cleared, and the patient's consciousness is gradually returning."

Lu Er and Song Jingmo both breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor paused, his expression becoming even more serious: "However, during our preoperative examinations, we discovered that the elderly man's heart condition was not very optimistic."

"The coronary arteries are significantly narrowed, and the left ventricular ejection fraction is low. This condition could trigger an acute myocardial infarction or heart failure at any time."

He then looked at Song Jingmo, and after recognizing him as a colleague, his tone became more serious: "My suggestion is to have coronary artery bypass grafting or stent placement as soon as possible."

"Let's take advantage of the elderly person's recovery period after surgery to resolve their heart problem; otherwise, if they suddenly have another attack later, I'm afraid..."

The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already very clear.

Without surgery, it's like a sword hanging over your head, you never know when it will fall.

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Thank you. After you are transferred to Kangren Hospital, I will arrange a cardiology consultation immediately."

The doctor nodded, gave a few more instructions on post-operative precautions, and then turned and went back to the operating room.

The corridor fell silent again.

Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo's profile, and her brows, which had just relaxed a little, furrowed slightly again.

He knew what Song Jingmo was worried about.

Grandpa is old, so heart surgery carries a high risk factor and a long recovery period.

Moreover, having just undergone one surgery, another major surgery would be very difficult for the body to handle.

Lu Er didn't speak, but simply reached out and grasped Song Jingmo's hand.

Their fingers were interlocked, palms touching palms.

Song Jingmo looked down at the person, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes gradually calmed down.

"It will be alright."

Lu Er said softly, "We're all here. Let's ask Grandpa what he thinks when he wakes up."

"Besides, my Dr. Song is so capable, he'll definitely have a perfect solution."

Song Jingmo looked at the person and smiled: "I haven't forgotten, last night someone was being stubborn, keeping saying my skills were terrible..."

Lu Er: "..."