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

The paparazzi filming at the hospital were temporarily quelled thanks to the swift and decisive actions of agent Jiang Qingyan.

After some communication, Dr. Tang issued a diagnosis certificate for "severe seafood allergy".

As soon as the statement was released, the fan club quickly took control of the online comments.

The negative topic of "top idol Lu Er suspected of drug use" on the trending searches was quickly replaced by topics such as "brother's dedication" and "feel sorry for brother".

Often, the memory of the internet is comparable to that of a goldfish.

"Hurry up, pack your things and get discharged."

Seeing that public opinion was improving, Jiang Qingyan urged Lu Er to leave, "I've already contacted a private doctor to go back to the villa for an IV drip."

Lu Er was extremely unwilling, and even an absurd thought popped into her mind: What if Song Jingmo came back?

But when faced with Jiang Qingyan's fiery gaze, he dejectedly allowed Bai Zhi to help him leave.

After finishing his dinner with Qu Weiwei, Song Jingmo drove home.

The night view outside the window rushed past, and the image of Lu Er with red eyes uncontrollably surfaced in my mind.

As they passed an intersection, Song Jingmo suddenly turned the steering wheel and sped towards the hospital.

They didn't even give themselves a reasonable excuse; their actions preceded their reasoning.

I parked the car back in its parking space and walked quickly toward the hospital building.

The main entrance was deserted; the paparazzi and reporters who had been surrounding them had dispersed, and Song Jingmo had a bad feeling.

He walked straight to the VIP infusion room where Lu Er had been, but it was empty.

As expected, Lu Er had already left.

This realization made Song Jingmo stop in his tracks, a sense of loss that he himself was unaware of flashing through his mind.

Standing there, I felt a little lost.

"Dr. Song?"

A slightly surprised voice rang out.

Song Jingmo turned around and saw Liu Yuan standing not far away, holding a stack of receipts.

"Why are you back? Did you leave something behind?"

Liu Yuan was very curious, as she remembered that it wasn't Song Jingmo's night shift today.

Song Jingmo quickly suppressed his emotions and regained his usual composure. He casually made up an excuse: "I came back to pick up some documents."

He paused, then, as if mentioning it casually, asked in a flat tone, "Did you get the autograph?"

Liu Yuan was somewhat surprised.

Song Jingmo usually lived like a hermit, oblivious to the world around him, let alone interested in such trivial matters.

Why would I suddenly ask about her little hobby?

Could it be that Song Jingmo is interested in her?

Upon considering this possibility, Liu Yuan's face flushed red.

She revealed a girlish shyness: "I was so worried that I forgot to ask for an autograph."

God!

She was devastated to miss such a great opportunity.

With a quick glance around, she feigned a pitiful and dejected expression: "Dr. Song, I've been dumped."

Song Jingmo: "..."

"My husband was just picked up by a really pretty girl. They look very well-matched and have probably been dating for a long time."

After speaking, he glanced at Song Jingmo's reaction.

If Song Jingmo is interested in me, wouldn't she be jealous if I called another man "husband"?

What's more, he's a man as handsome as Lu Er.

"Oh?"

Song Jingmo's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, but her voice remained steady, "Your husband is dating someone?"

Is Dr. Song's focus a little off?

To continue the conversation, Liu Yuan added, "A woman's intuition is never wrong."

"The concern in that young lady's eyes was almost overflowing."

She mimicked the scene as she spoke: "Mr. Lu seemed quite dependent on her; the two of them together were like a perfect couple."

Bai Zhi: A boss who pays me 100,000 yuan a month, I'd treat him like a goddess. Forget showing concern, I'd even kneel down to serve him.

After all, money is really hard to earn these days.

She's exceptionally beautiful, her eyes are caring, we're a perfect match, I depend on her...

Every adjective Liu Yuan used was like a tiny needle, gently pricking Song Jingmo's heart.

So, did he rush back to humiliate himself?

Do you really expect Lu Er to wait for him alone in the same place like before?

It's ridiculous.

"Um."

Song Jingmo interrupted Liu Yuan's enthusiastic description, his tone indifferent, "I'm in a hurry, I'm leaving first."

As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the doctor's office, his tall and straight back exuding an indescribable coldness and aloofness.

Liu Yuan scratched her head.

I felt like there was something off about Dr. Song tonight, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

Song Jingmo didn't actually go to retrieve any documents; he simply walked around and left the hospital through another door.

I got back into the car but didn't start it immediately. The neon lights outside the window blurred into a halo.

He took his phone out of his pocket and, almost with a masochistic feeling, opened Lu Er's WeChat Moments.

Lu Er's WeChat Moments are mostly filled with professionally edited fashion photos from her studio, with the occasional snapshots of her everyday life.

Until my fingertip paused on that post from six winters ago:

It's snowing, and my girlfriend isn't here. I wonder if she'll get cold.

There's also a worried puppy emoji at the end.

girlfriend……

Is she the pretty young lady who picked up Lu Er from the hospital that Liu Yuan mentioned?

Lu Er worries about the other person getting cold even on snowy days, so she must really like them.

Moreover, he protected her very well; he searched through her WeChat Moments and Weibo but couldn't find any photos of her.

He thought of Lu Er looking at someone else with the same tender gaze that had once been on him;

Use that slightly cheeky and dependent tone to ask if another person is cold...

A strange, bittersweet emotion, like tiny vines, quietly wrapped around my heart.

Frustrated, he turned off the screen and threw his phone onto the passenger seat.

He's really crazy.

Why be here, wallowing in self-pity and speculating about all this nonsense?

Back at his residence, Song Jingmo quickly took a cold shower, trying to calm his mind and regain his rationality through work.

I turned on my computer, logged into the hospital's internal system, and prepared to distract myself by looking at the information of the medical students who applied for internships this year.

The mouse stopped moving when it clicked on a resume.

What caught his eye was not the grades, but the eyes and the spirit in the photo.

That stubborn yet somewhat vulnerable feeling overlaps with the figure in my memory.

Song Jingmo stared at the photo for a long time, and finally, he moved the mouse and put a checkmark on Leng Keyan's resume.

Villas in the suburbs of Beijing.

Lu Er leaned back listlessly on the sofa. Her phone rang, and after glancing at it, she answered the call.

"Uncle, I need your help urgently."

The voice on the other end of the phone was excited, yet tinged with a hint of childishness: "I got an internship offer from Kangren Hospital!"

Lu Er said, annoyed, "Are you here to show off?"

He had just been turned away, and this was really bringing up the very thing he shouldn't have said.

"No, you're the most handsome and the best. Could you give me a ride then, and help me make a good impression?"