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

Nine o'clock at night, ICU.

Song Jingmo changed into his protective suit, gently pushed open the door to the ward, and Lu Er followed behind him.

Grandpa Song had already woken up in his hospital bed.

He lay there, still connected to various monitoring devices, but his eyes were open, staring at the ceiling.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head and saw the two people who came in. A weak smile appeared on his aged face.

"You're here?"

Song Jingmo quickly walked to the bedside and took his grandfather's outstretched hand: "Grandpa, how are you feeling?"

"Much better."

The old man blinked, then looked at Lu Er again, "Thank you for your hard work this time, Lu Er."

Lu Er quickly stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Grandpa, it's good that you're awake. Is anything bothering you?"

The old man looked at the person with loving eyes: "Good child, Grandpa feels very good."

She paused, her eyes filled with concern, and said, "Jingmo can stay here with me. Xiaolu, go back and rest. You must be exhausted today."

Lu Er quickly waved her hand: "Grandpa, I'm not busy with work. I'll stay with Jingmo tonight to take care of you. It'll be easier for two people to take turns and not get tired."

The old man smiled with satisfaction: "Alright, then you can all be together. Grandpa is happy to see you all."

The next morning, Song Jingmo was called to the attending physician's office.

He gestured for Song Jingmo to sit down, and said with a somewhat complicated expression, "Dean Song, there's something I need to tell you."

Song Jingmo sat up straight.

The doctor opened the information on the computer: "You are aware of your grandfather's condition. Although the surgery cleared the blood clot in his brain, the heart problem has not been resolved."

"Currently, in addition to medication and surgical repair, there is another option—organ transplantation."

Song Jingmo's fingers tightened slightly: "I've been waiting in line for organ transplants for many years, and I still haven't gotten my turn..."

"Last night, a car accident victim's family agreed to donate organs. The matching results came back, and the match was very high with your grandfather."

Song Jingmo was delighted: "I understand, thank you."

The doctor nodded: "Discuss it with your family and make a decision as soon as possible; this is a rare opportunity."

Two days later, in a VIP ward at Kangren Hospital.

The old man leaned against the hospital bed and remained silent for a long time after listening.

Song Sinian and Qu Suiwan stood to one side, their expressions solemn.

After a while, the old man looked up and asked, "How old are the people in line behind us?"

Song Jingmo answered truthfully: "He is a young man in his thirties, and he has two children at home."

The old man nodded, his gaze as calm as a deep pool: "Then let him have this opportunity."

"dad!"

Song Sinian couldn't help but speak, his voice urgent, "This is a chance to save a life, how could you..."

The old man looked at his son and said firmly, "Si Nian, I've lived long enough. I have many children and grandchildren, and I have no regrets."

"That kid is only in his thirties, he has decades ahead of him. He has a wife, children, elderly parents, and a career he hasn't finished."

"Giving him this opportunity is better than giving it to this old man like me."

"grandfather······"

Song Jingmo opened his mouth, his voice slightly strained.

The old man held Song Jingmo's hand and patted it gently: "Jingmo, Grandpa knows this is a rare opportunity."

"But Grandpa has lived to such an old age, he's seen through everything. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of things, so don't be sad for me."

The doctor made it very clear that if the old man's heart didn't receive a transplant, he could only rely on medication and regular maintenance and repairs.

It's hard to say how long this method can last, and unexpected situations could arise at any time.

The family fell silent.

Lu Er looked at Song Jingmo, feeling waves of pain in her heart.

As his grandson, Song Jingmo knew better than anyone that a heart transplant was the best treatment option for his grandfather.

As a doctor, Song Jingmo could not go against her grandfather's wishes.

Finally, the old man spoke first: "Don't bother with those long faces, it's not like I'm going to die tomorrow."

"Didn't the doctor say it could still be repaired? That means it can last for a few more years."

Song Sinian turned around, his voice a little hoarse: "Dad..."

"Alright, alright."

The old man waved his hand, "I know you all mean well. But I've made the decision myself. That child needs this heart more than I do."

He looked at Song Jingmo, his eyes filled with trust and reliance: "Jingmo, you're a doctor. Tell Grandpa, how long can he live without a heart transplant?"

Song Jingmo was silent for a few seconds: "If you take good care of it, have regular check-ups, and pay attention to your diet and lifestyle, it can last three to five years, or even longer, after all, medicine is advancing."

"That's enough."

The old man smiled, his wrinkles smoothing out. "Three to five years is enough. Seeing you all doing well is enough."

Silence fell in the ward once again.

After a long while, Song Jingmo looked at Song Sinian and Qu Suiwan, his voice steady: "Dad, Mom, I respect Grandpa's decision."

Song Sinian looked at his son, wanting to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

Qu Suiwan wiped her eyes and said softly, "Then let's listen to Grandpa."

After leaving the ward, Song Jingmo leaned against the wall of the corridor, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Lu Er stood in front of the person, looking up at Song Jingmo, her eyes full of heartache.

"Kyoto Ink".

Lu Er called out softly.

Song Jingmo opened his eyes and looked down at the person.

Lu Er reached out and cupped Song Jingmo's face, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb: "You did the right thing."

"You respect Grandpa's decision; it's an expression of your love for him. But..."

Lu Er paused, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Song Jingmo on the forehead. "If you feel unwell, you can tell me."

Looking at the soft, squishy person in front of him, Song Jingmo's eyes finally stopped suppressing his emotions, and a surge of exhaustion, heartache, reluctance, and vulnerability that he was trying his best to control welled up.

He pulled Lu Er into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and gave a muffled "hmm".

Lu Er wrapped her arms around Song Jingmo's waist and gently patted his back.

After a while, Song Jingmo relaxed, his expression returning to normal.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Lu Er's lips, then took her hand: "Let's go inside and keep Grandpa company."

In the ward, the old man was in good spirits and was talking to Song Sinian.

Seeing the two enter, he smiled and waved, "Jingmo, come and sit down."

Song Jingmo walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lu Er moved a chair and sat down next to Song Jingmo.

The old man looked at Song Jingmo, then at Lu Er, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "Jingmo, the greatest blessing in my life is having such a good grandson as you."

"Now we have another wonderful granddaughter-in-law, it's all worth it."

Lu Er blushed when she was called "good granddaughter-in-law".

Song Jingmo peeled an apple for someone: "Grandpa, please take good care of yourself and don't worry."

"Kangren Hospital has the best medical equipment and the most skilled doctors. We can be fine without a heart transplant."

"Medical technology is constantly evolving, and there might be new methods in a few years. Please take good care of yourself and wait for that day to come."

The old man smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, Grandpa will wait."