The blind boss's nanny

For Dang Shen, who had just reunited with his family, this promise directly and effectively resolved his biggest worry, allowing him to focus more wholeheartedly on his treatment.

The younger sister's predicament of being nearly left penniless after being cheated by her ex-husband during their divorce is about to change thanks to the return of Codonopsis pilosula and Lu Tingzhao's secret assistance.

Sometimes, constraints and responsibilities are not shackles, but the greatest motivation for people to be down-to-earth and strive forward.

This applies to Codonopsis pilosula.

And the same applies to Lu Tingzhao.

The treatment officially began, and the core phase of the treatment moved to the exclusive treatment area on the top floor of the Lu's Medical Center.

The place is professional and solemn, with a pure white color scheme, the ubiquitous low hum of precision instruments, and the air filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with the metallic scent of technology.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the city skyline. Lu Tingzhao needs to stay here most of the time to receive more intensive and invasive treatments.

Lin Xiaoman stayed by her side almost every step of the way.

There was a small suite prepared specifically for her on the top floor, but she rarely stayed in it. She more often stayed in the observation area outside the treatment room, or in the corner closest to Lu Tingzhao within the permitted area.

The treatment process was more grueling than expected.

The novel neuro-targeted repair therapy, accompanied by intense bioelectric stimulation and drug infusion, often leaves Lu Tingzhao exhausted after several hours of treatment, and sometimes even causes severe headaches or brief dizziness and vomiting.

Lin Xiaoman's existence became the only warm constant in this cold technological field.

The medical team focused on data and operations, while she was responsible for all of Lu Tingzhao's subtle needs as a "person".

She's not a doctor and doesn't understand those complicated parameters and principles, but she has her own methods.

She remembered the type of discomfort that each frown and tremor of Lu Tingzhao's fingertips indicated. When Lu Tingzhao needed to keep his head still for extended periods, she would be beside him, whispering trivial things...

Sometimes it's an interesting snippet from the news, sometimes it's a trivial matter like a flower blooming in the garden. His calm and gentle tone distracts him from his perception of the passage of time and his stiff body.

She remembered Lu Tingzhao's preferred room temperature after each treatment. Before he could even say anything when his headache flared up, Lin Xiaoman would immediately apply a cold compress to his temples. As soon as he felt nauseous, she would hand him a glass of light lemon water.

Without him saying a word, she would automatically do everything for him, as if they were telepathically connected.

She even learned to recognize the normal fluctuations of certain non-critical indicators on the instruments, and was able to hand over the necessary auxiliary items before the medical staff even asked.

On one occasion, Lu Tingzhao was undergoing a treatment that required the slow insertion of special nanomaterials into the peripheral nerve plexus.

The process is extremely lengthy and requires the patient to remain completely still; even the slightest tremor of the eyeballs can affect the outcome.

Lu Tingzhao lay on the treatment bed, a complex brace fixed to his head. Time ticked by, his breathing grew heavy, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead...

Dang Shen stared intently at the real-time images and data stream on the screen, and the nurses held their breath in suspense.

Lin Xiaoman stood quietly in the permitted area at the foot of the treatment bed, watching. Lu Tingzhao's breathing became slightly erratic, and she silently reached out her hand and gently grasped his exposed ankle, which was also immobilized.

The palm is warm and steady.

Through this limited contact, I can pass on my sense of security and strength.

Lu Tingzhao's tense instep muscles finally relaxed a little.

After the treatment finally ended, Lu Tingzhao was almost exhausted and quickly fell into a deep sleep under the influence of the medication. Lin Xiaoman carefully assisted the nurses with the follow-up care, adjusting the angle of the hospital bed, drawing the blackout curtains, and setting the instruments to the quietest mode.

As Dang Shen finished organizing all the data and was about to leave, he saw Lin Xiaoman sitting on a chair next to the hospital bed, intently reading the recent treatment reports under the dim light. Her profile was soft and focused under the light.

She's not a medical student, but she now discusses Lu Tingzhao's treatment with Dang Shen every day.

Dang Shen paused, walked to her side, and whispered:

"Thank you for your hard work during this time."

His gaze swept over the pale blue under her eyes.

"Your observation skills, adaptability, and sensitivity to patients' emotions far surpass those of ordinary caregivers, and even exceed those of many professional nurses."

Lin Xiaoman looked up and smiled somewhat shyly:

"I just wanted to make him feel better."

Dang Shen glanced at the sleeping Lu Tingzhao and said seriously:

"This isn't flattery. Once Mr. Lu's treatment is finished, I plan to set up my own specialist clinic. If you're interested in moving into the field of paramedical care, I need a special assistant like you. The comfort and positive impact you can bring to patients is irreplaceable by medication or equipment."

This is a high level of recognition and a formal invitation from a top doctor.

Lin Xiaoman paused slightly, then her gaze naturally drifted to Lu Tingzhao, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. The tenderness and concern in her eyes were almost overflowing.

She turned around, gave Codonopsis a grateful smile, but gently shook her head:

"Thank you, Dr. Dang. This invitation is a great affirmation for me."

She paused, her voice soft yet clear.

"However, the reason I can do what you see is not because I am suited for this industry or have a talent for it."

Her fingertips traced the treatment report, as if tracing the outline of someone:

"Simply because he is the one who needs to be taken care of like this."

"If it were another patient, I probably... simply wouldn't have had that kind of patience and attentiveness."

She spoke frankly and matter-of-factly.

Dang Shen looked at the pure, focused light in her eyes, which was entirely for one person, and then at the man on the hospital bed, and fell silent for a moment.

Such extreme thoughtfulness and unwavering loyalty do not stem from any professional calling or universal compassion.

It originates from the deepest part of my heart, from that unique longing and cherishing.

Because it is Lu Tingzhao, she is willing to become the most meticulous observer, the most patient guardian, and the most gentle support.

During the intervals between treatments, the two maintained the same way of interacting as before.

In the afternoon, if the sun is shining, the two will go for a walk. There is a small, exceptionally quiet garden behind the medical center.

Lu Tingzhao lay down, resting his head on Lin Xiaoman's lap. She opened the books she had brought, sometimes financial magazines he specified, sometimes suspense novels she liked, and slowly read them to him in a calm and soothing voice.