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"When are you going to get your dressing changed?" Xu Yang handed the finished product of his new album to Zhou Ai, who was lying on the sofa playing on his phone, and casually asked, glancing at the gauze on his forehead.

Zhou Ai's gaze briefly shifted from her phone screen to the album cover, then she suddenly sat up straight.

"That's right—"

"What?" Xu Yang looked at Zhou Ai, who suddenly sat up straight on the sofa with her eyes shining, with a blank expression.

Leaving behind a vague and ambiguous message, by the time Xu Yang realized what was happening, Zhou Ai had already grabbed her car keys and left.

"Oh my god, there are paparazzi everywhere outside!"

In despair, Xu Yang received another reply from Zhou Ai, this time via a door panel.

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Chu Yi was quite surprised to see Zhou Ai again in the clinic, as he thought Zhou Ai wouldn't be coming here for his next medication change.

"Dr. Chu, it seems someone is looking for you outside." The nurse leaned down and whispered a reminder in Chu Yi's ear, then quickly looked up, her gaze sweeping over Zhou Ai's face outside the door, before blushing and running out.

Chu Yi had just undergone emergency treatment and was wearing a navy blue scrub suit, the kind commonly seen in the emergency department, with an open white coat over it. The white coat was still stained with blood of varying shades. When the nurse came in, he was still working on the emergency record on the computer.

Upon hearing the nurse's prompting, he looked up and saw Zhou Ai standing outside the door, arms crossed, staring straight at him.

The other person seems to have no awareness of being a top celebrity, going wherever they want without wearing a hat or mask to cover up.

However... when Chu Yi's gaze swept across his face, she also muttered to herself, "If I had a face that looked good from every angle, I might choose to run naked in the street."

"Wait a moment." Chu Yi spoke first, then quickly typed a few words on the computer before standing up.

Zhou Ai remained in a good mood, leaning against the door frame without going in or out, her gaze fixed on Chu Yi's masked face.

Actually, Zhou Ai didn't see Chu Yi's face clearly under the mask last time. She only remembered that his eyes were really attractive. The only way to see his full face was through the ID photo of Chu Yi in his white coat from many years ago.

Perhaps it was the intense gaze from the doorway that made Chu Yi feel extremely uncomfortable. She quickly typed the last few words and stood up abruptly without hesitation. Her movement was so fast that she almost knocked the office chair behind her over.

"Come with me."

Chu Yi walked ahead, and Zhou Ai followed behind him without making a sound, walking through the corridor and into the same consultation room as before.

"Lie down and wait for me to change my mask."

During the rescue, blood accidentally got on Chu Yi's mask. Chu Yi is a bit of a germaphobe, so she frowned and took off the mask.

Zhou Ai remained standing, not lying down, her eyes fixed intently on Chu Yi's every move.

So when Chu Yi took off his mask, his entire face was finally revealed to him.

When Zhou Ai finally saw the face under the mask, her first thought was: What is that idiot Xu Yang working so hard to dig for all day long? He hasn't even discovered such a beautiful hidden gem.

Chu Yi casually removed the blood-stained white coat, revealing her figure encased in a navy blue scrubs. The fabric clung to her shoulders, faintly revealing the shadows of her collarbone. The scrubs collar exposed a section of her pale nape, creating a stark contrast with the navy blue.

The lines of his forearm rose and fell with the movement of him taking off his new mask, and the pale blue veins under his skin were particularly noticeable in the cold light.

Zhou Ai noticed a small mole on his right earlobe that appeared and disappeared as he turned his head. When Chu Yi bent down to unpack, the spinous process of his neck protruded slightly, carrying a strange and dangerous attraction.

Chu Yi had just turned her head when her eyes met Zhou Ai's. She paused in her action of hooking the thin string on her mask, but quickly looked away and deftly put on the new mask.

"Lie down first." After saying that, she turned around, went to the cabinet, took out a dressing kit and a bottle of iodine, and came back.

When Chu Yi turned around, he found Zhou Ai still standing there, and he seriously suspected that Zhou Ai had broken his ear last time.

"?" Chu Yi, who was holding the things, looked at Zhou Ai with a question mark on her face.

"Can I sit down? My hair will get messed up if I fall asleep."

"..."

"random."

After some haggling, Zhou Ai finally sat down.

However, Chu Yi discovered another problem: if someone who is 1.92 meters tall sits down, someone who is 1.8 meters tall can only stand and bend over to change the dressing.

The good-natured Chu Yi still chose to give in to the Crown Prince.

Chu Yi reached out and removed the gauze from Zhou Ai's forehead. He bent down and took a closer look at the wound. The wound was in pretty good condition; it was dry and there was no oozing.

However, Zhou Ai didn't get her hair styled today, and a few unruly strands of hair kept brushing past the wound.

When Chu Yi tried to fix Zhou Ai's hair for the third time, only for it to fall down again, he finally frowned and made a "tsk" sound.

The next second, a small hair clip precisely pinned those few stray hairs behind her back.

Zhou Ai's smile froze at the corners of her mouth.

"Your girlfriend's?"

Chu Yi's hand paused. "What?"

Zhou Ai pointed to the cute puppy hair clip on her head and repeated, "My girlfriend's?"

Chu Yi's expression remained calm beneath the mask, her gaze focused intently on the wound on Zhou Ai's forehead. She slowly uttered two words, "No."

After completing the final disinfection, Chu Yi reapplied a new gauze to the wound and gave the final instructions, "Don't eat spicy or irritating foods for the next few days, and change the dressing every three days."

This time, Zhou Ai surprisingly nodded obediently.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

Chu Yi, who had already turned to wash her hands, suddenly turned around and bumped right into Zhou Ai, who had already stood up.

"Hiss—" Chu Yi covered his forehead, the inertia causing him to take a step back.

Behind them was a trash can. Zhou Ai subconsciously reached out and pulled Chu Yi, who was falling backward, forward. However, he couldn't control his strength, and Chu Yi fell back into his arms.

The overwhelming aura emanating from Zhou Ai instantly froze Chu Yi in place. The next second, Chu Yi hurriedly stepped out of his embrace and subconsciously apologized, "I...I'm sorry."

"Dr. Chu." Zhou Ai's gaze shifted from Chu Yi's slightly reddened ears to his eyes, which always managed to hide his true emotions perfectly, and she called out softly.

"Hmm?" Chu Yi felt as if she had just held her breath, and unconsciously pulled back to increase the distance between them.

Looking down at Chu Yi's small backward movement, Zhou Ai raised an eyebrow, then took another step forward without making a sound, silently shortening the distance between them.

Chu Yi looked down at the foot approaching in front of her, but heard nothing more. Frowning, she looked up at Zhou Ai standing before her, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

"Could you please give me your contact information?"

As Zhou Ai expected, when Chu Yi said those words, her dark eyes widened like copper bells.

While Chu Yi was still figuring out how to refuse, Zhou Ai's WeChat QR code was already blatantly displayed in front of him.

"Is it too much for a patient to ask for the contact information of their attending physician?" Seeing that Chu Yi did not respond for a long time, Zhou Ai took another step forward in her offensive.

Chu Yi took another step back, and the color faded from her slightly red ear tips, returning her to her usual calm demeanor.

In Zhou Ai's words, the high wall was erected again, keeping him out.

"I've calculated that I might not be on duty when you come in for your next dressing change."

This is a tacit rejection.

Zhou Ai smiled slightly and calmly put away her phone, not particularly surprised.

However... this is the first time someone has refused to add his contact information.