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

Time flies like an arrow, and the wind and rain urge us on.

During this month, Song Jingmo turned himself into a surgical machine. He performed at least two surgeries a day on average, and sometimes even three or four.

This was tough on Leng Keyan. In a single day, she not only had to write internship reports and study professional books to prepare for various exams, but she also had to assist with surgeries.

I was so tired and listless after a long day that I didn't want to say a word.

After a month of this ordeal, I visibly lost weight, and my clothes became much looser.

A perfectly cheerful and sunny little dog has been turned into a scruffy and disheveled little dog.

It can be as terrible as it gets.

Yin Siyao couldn't stand it anymore, so she packed meals for him three times a day and brought them to her office, and also helped him write reports from time to time.

Leng Keyan chewed her food, looking listless, clearly having stayed up too late.

"What's gotten into Jingmo? Why is he scheduling so many surgeries? And they're all high-difficulty ones. I'll talk to him about it for you later."

"Teacher Yin is the best. I should have chosen you as my mentor."

Leng Keyan burst into tears, looking at Yin Siyao with teary eyes, "Can we still change my mentor?"

Yin Siyao tenderly rubbed the boy's fluffy head: "Jingmo has many academic achievements. It's better for you to follow him than to follow me."

Compared to Song Jingmo, he lags far behind in both scientific research achievements and paper publications.

"But if I continue like this, I'm afraid I'll die young."

"I'm not married yet, I've never been in a relationship, and I've never even held a girl's hand."

Leng Keyan sobbed and cried.

Who says college is easy? His college years were even more painful than his senior year of high school.

Yin Siyao sighed: "I'll help you organize the surgical data tonight."

Swallowing the food in her mouth, Leng Keyan's eyes were full of gratitude: "Luckily, Teacher Yin helped me, otherwise I would have been frozen to death by Teacher Song's cold gaze."

Several nights, just as Yin Siyao was about to leave work, she saw Leng Keyan still frantically revising surgical reports.

For some inexplicable reason, he was overcome with compassion and volunteered to stay and help others. Over time, it became a habit, and occasionally he would even help Leng Keyan write her internship report behind Song Jingmo's back.

Song Jingmo turned a blind eye to this, but sometimes when he couldn't stand it anymore, the two of them would curse together.

With this revolutionary friendship, the two grew closer and closer. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Leng Keyan was Yin Siyao's intern.

"You're so sweet-talking. It's not as exaggerated as you make it out to be." Yin Siyao peeled an orange for someone, carefully broke it open, and placed it aside.

"I'm not just being sweet-talking; it's that Teacher Yin is beautiful inside and out. Teacher Song is beautiful, yes, but she's like a flower on a high mountain, so beautiful it's frightening."

I wonder how my uncle managed to get along with Teacher Song all these years.

Leng Keyan looked up at Yin Siyao as she spoke.

The man lowered his eyes and carefully peeled the white pith from the orange.

Her face was as white as jade, and her lips, rosy and smiling, overflowed with a captivating crimson when she spoke. Like a fallen angel with broken wings, she was beautiful yet fragile, possessing an inexplicable and fatal allure.

Feeling stared at like that, Yin Siyao looked up and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Leng Keyan snapped out of her daze and tried to justify herself: "My mother would peel oranges for me just like you do."

"Missing home?" Yin Siyao fed someone a piece of orange. "The May Day holiday is in a month. The hospital will be closed for a few days. If you miss home, go back and visit."

Leng Keyan took the orange blankly and held it in her mouth for a long time until the orange disintegrated.

Even though Yin Siyao had been gone for more than ten minutes after the meal, Leng Keyan was still savoring the orange segment that had been fed to her.

It's sweet and delicious.

Teacher Yin smells nice too, with an orange-scented shower gel that has a slightly sweet scent.

The thought of having to work overtime again tonight instantly dispelled Leng Keyan's good mood.

I slumped in my office chair, thinking about doing something else to recharge.

Why not reciprocate by buying Teacher Yin some desserts?

But when I opened my WeChat balance, I sighed.

With a quick glance, he opened WeChat and sent a message to Lu Er:

"Uncle, this past month has been absolutely grueling, working overtime every single day. Aren't you going to do something for me?"

At this time, Lu Er was filming in H City. Upon seeing Leng Keyan's complaint, she replied:

"What would you like to eat? Let Bai Zhi order you afternoon tea."

"Give me another pretty little dessert, a large one, please."

Fearing she might have bought the wrong angelica root, Leng Keyan even sent a picture of it.

"Bai Zhi," Lu Er called her assistant, "order afternoon tea according to his request."

Thinking it over, he added, "Order one for everyone in his department. One Americano without sugar or milk, anything else is fine."

He and Song Jingmo had broken up, so it would be a bit unreasonable to only give them both the order, as it would make him seem like he was still attached to the past.

Orthopedic office.

When the deliveryman brought over a dozen exquisite afternoon tea sets, the entire department was in an uproar.

Wow! Who's so generous?

"It was ordered by Mr. Lu. He said he was sorry for the trouble and thanked you for taking care of Mr. Leng." The deliveryman read the note on the order.

Leng Keyan proudly raised her chin: "My uncle really dotes on me!"

As she spoke, she took her own beautiful gift box and quietly went to Yin Siyao's office.

"For me?" Yin Siyao was quite surprised. "Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to treat me this way?"

Leng Keyan: "This was specially ordered for me by my uncle. I can give it to whomever I want."

"Your mentor is Jingmo..."

"Professor Song doesn't like sweets, and his coffee is always an unusually bitter Americano."

Yin Siyao was successfully persuaded: "Okay, shall we eat together?"

The two of them ate one piece each, and soon the box of pastries was empty.

"Do you like it?" Leng Keyan stared at Yin Siyao with her puppy-dog eyes. "If you like it, I'll ask my uncle to buy more tomorrow."

Perhaps it was the sweets, but Yin Siyao was in high spirits. Her face was as radiant as the morning sun: "It's too expensive. It's fine to eat it only once in a while."

He had tried this snack before; it cost about 200 yuan for a small box of eight pieces, which was a bit expensive.

"It's alright, my uncle is rich anyway." Leng Keyan said with great confidence.

His uncle gave him 30,000 yuan in pocket money a month, and he spent it on limited edition figurines this month, which is why he's a little broke now.

Next month, once he's rich, he won't need to trouble his uncle anymore.

As long as Yin Siyao is happy, what's a little money?

Lu Er, far away in H City, sneezed. Was someone thinking of him, or cursing him?

Song Jingmo returned to his office and looked at the unsweetened, milk-free Americano on his desk with a complicated expression.

Everyone had a cup in hand as we walked.

Lu Er clearly didn't want to be associated with him, so she ordered one for everyone.

"Jingmo, don't you want an Americano?" Liao Xubai leaned closer. "I'm on a sugar limit, how about we switch to something else?"

Looking at the coffee on the table, Song Jingmo concealed the bitterness in his heart, maintaining his usual calm demeanor: "Take it if you like."

Things that everyone has, you don't have to have.

Liao Xubai took it without hesitation, his eyes crinkling with a smile, clearly delighted.