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

A week later.

The vice president walked in with a document: "Our sister hospital has a difficult case that requires a consultation with several doctors, and they may also need to assist with the surgery."

The vice president looked around, distributing medical records as he went, and asked, "Who wants to go?"

Everyone lowered their heads; no one wanted to be a thankless, laborious knife thrower.

Seeing that no one else seemed interested in going, Yin Siyao had no choice but to volunteer for the sake of her rating. However, Song Jingmo spoke up first: "I'll go."

Song Jingmo's gaze fell on H City in the documents, and his fingers paused slightly.

Yin Siyao was surprised, as Song Jingmo was known to dislike business trips the most.

Song Jingmo said calmly, "Dr. Yin has several critically ill patients and it's inconvenient for her to leave. It's most suitable for me to go."

Yin Siyao: Aren't they all just fractures and cracks? How can they be considered serious?

Liao Xubai smiled and stepped forward, saying, "I'm also very interested in this case. I'll go with Jingmo so we can look out for each other."

Ultimately, the hospital decided to send Song Jingmo and Liao Xubai to H City together.

Lu Er was resting on set when she received a message from Leng Keyan and almost jumped out of her chair.

[Leng Keyan: Uncle, Teacher Song is going to H City tomorrow, aren't you excited?]

Lu Er couldn't help but smile, her fingers flying as she typed: 【Really? When are you arriving?】

The next message from Ke Leng Keyan froze Lu Er's smile on her face.

[Leng Keyan: I went with Dr. Liao, but I don't know the specific itinerary. Uncle, your rival is too proactive; be careful he doesn't steal your home.]

Lu Er felt as if a jar of vinegar had been spilled in her heart, a mixture of sourness and bitterness.

Song Jingmo clearly knew that Liao Xubai's motives were not pure, so why did he still go on a business trip with him?

Isn't this creating an opportunity for that guy surnamed Liao?

The next day, Lu Er was out of sorts all morning, glancing at her phone every now and then.

From the time Song Jingmo's flight landed at 10 a.m. until 5 p.m., his chat interface remained as quiet as a chicken.

Joy was gradually replaced by disappointment and anger.

Song Jingmo came to H City, but didn't even bother to inform him. Was it because she was with Liao Xubai and had completely forgotten about him?

Lu Er felt a mix of bitterness and resentment, and a nameless anger surged within her.

H City First People's Hospital.

Upon arrival, Song Jingmo and Liao Xubai immediately went to the hospital for a consultation. The case was more complicated than expected, and it took several hours of discussion to preliminarily determine a treatment plan.

By the time the meeting ended, the city lights were already on.

The hospital staff arranged for the two to stay at a hotel across from the hospital, in a standard double room.

"I'm sorry, hotel rooms are in high demand, this is the only one left." The hospital support staff said apologetically.

Liao Xubai was secretly delighted, but on the surface he was very considerate: "It's okay, Jingmo and I can just squeeze in."

Song Jingmo frowned slightly, took out his phone to check other hotels nearby. He habitually opened WeChat to see if there were any messages from Lu Er.

Unexpectedly, I saw Lu Er's WeChat Moments post from half an hour earlier.

Headache, sore throat, body aches, I feel like I'm about to ascend to heaven.

Two pictures are attached, one of which is a thermometer showing a temperature of 39.2℃.

One is a meme of a pitiful puppy with a fever-reducing patch on its face and wet eyes.

Song Jingmo's heart clenched instantly.

She immediately exited her WeChat Moments and made a phone call, completely unaware of the sudden unpleasant look on Liao Xubai's face.

The call was answered instantly.

"Feed..." Lu Er's voice was heavy with nasal tone, sounding weak and listless.

"Where are you? Send me your address." Song Jingmo's tone carried an anxiety he himself didn't realize.

"What?" Lu Er was still pretending.

"What do you want me to do? Send me your address." Song Jingmo's tone was unusually stern.

Lu Er gave an address, her voice weak, "Brother Jingmo, I feel so bad..."

"Wait, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jingmo pulled her suitcase: "I'm not staying here tonight."

After saying that, he strode away from the hotel without waiting for a reaction. Liao Xubai watched his departing figure, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

In the hotel, Lu Er, who had just been lying weakly on the bed, rolled around happily.

It was all for nothing that he took a cold shower and stood in the cold wind; he finally managed to get a fever. Song Jingmo had always cared about his health since he was little, and if she knew he was sick, she would never ignore him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the doorbell rang.

Lu Er immediately put on her dramatic act, wrapped herself in a blanket, and staggered to open the door.

Song Jingmo, dragging his suitcase outside the door, looked travel-worn and his face showed obvious worry.

Lu Er was secretly overjoyed, but outwardly she whimpered, "Brother Jingmo, I don't feel well at all. My head is spinning, and my throat hurts so much. I guess I won't get better for the next few days..."

Song Jingmo closed the door behind him and placed the suitcase in the entryway. His cool palm touched the person's forehead, which felt burning hot to the touch.

"Why is your fever so high?" Song Jingmo frowned, his tone reproachful. "The temperature in H City has been very stable these past few days, how could you suddenly catch a cold?"

Lu Er's eyes darted around, and she mumbled, "Maybe he kicked off the covers while sleeping last night."

Song Jingmo glanced at the person but didn't ask any further questions. He simply opened the small first-aid kit he had brought, found some cold medicine, and went to the kitchen to prepare it with warm water.

"I drank it."

Lu Er obediently took it and drank it in small sips, feeling sweet inside.

After taking his temperature, Song Jingmo put a fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

"Go take a nap, you'll feel better after you work up a sweat," Song Jingmo said as she packed her suitcase.

Lu Er lay on the bed, her wet, peach-blossom eyes looking at Song Jingmo, pleading pitifully, "Could you sleep with me? If someone's watching, I won't kick off the covers."

Song Jingmo paused in tidying his clothes.

Lu Er continued to whine, her voice soft and sweet because of her illness: "I'm sick, I need someone to take care of me."

Song Jingmo stood by the bed, his gaze deep as he looked at the person, his voice low and husky: "You know I like men, right?"

Lu Er's heart skipped a beat, but she feigned innocence and said, "I know."

"Aren't you homophobic?" Song Jingmo leaned slightly closer to the person on the bed. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Lu Er tilted her head back, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red from the fever, looking particularly fragile under the light.

She blinked her misty, almond-shaped eyes and said matter-of-factly, "Why should I be afraid of you? Didn't we used to sleep together all the time?"

After a long while, Song Jingmo sighed almost inaudibly, as if it were a compromise, or perhaps the beginning of indulgence.