The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

"I'm afraid of wasting money."

Faced with questions about the long distance.

This is how Xu Zhixiao answered.

Without blushing or panting.

Because being impulsive is one thing, but putting that impulse into practice requires a reason.

Being afraid of wasting money sounds like a plausible reason.

"Didn't you say it was unhealthy?"

Lu Yuan pushed another serving of duck blood vermicelli soup over.

He gestured to Xu Zhixiao to stop pretending and hurry up and eat.

"Your dad isn't here, so feel free to eat."

Lu Yuan thoughtfully opened the lid for her and placed it directly in front of Xu Zhixiao.

Xu Zhixiao looked down and immediately let out a "vomit" sound.

Lu Yuan was confused again.

As a diligent and studious person.

Lu Yuan's gaze darted back and forth between the "perfectly intact duck blood vermicelli soup" and the "spoon he had used."

I've watched it several times, but I still can't see the difference.

"Could it be a spoon?"

Lu Yuan specially picked up his spoon, ran to his bowl, scooped out a small piece of duck blood, and handed it to Xu Zhixiao.

Still nauseous.

Then he picked up a spoon, ran to Xu Zhixiao's bowl, scooped out a small piece of duck blood, and handed it to Xu Zhixiao.

I gagged again.

He tried again with a different spoon.

A chorus of vomiting could be heard.

After trying countless reactions, Lu Yuan successfully eliminated all possible correct answers.

Instead, they began experimenting with an answer that seemed impossible to be correct.

He scooped out a piece of duck blood and bit off half of it.

He handed the remaining half to Xu Zhixiao.

Good news, I'm not vomiting anymore.

Bad news, the worst news is that I'm not vomiting anymore.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"If there were no problem, I would have gotten married long ago."

Xu Zhixiao's response was impeccable, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Holy crap, what kind of obsessive woman plot is this!

"A gentle doctor won't ask me to eat my imported food."

Lu Yuan wanted to say something more.

But Xu Zhixiao was called away by a nurse who rushed over.

"Dr. Xu, there's a problem with the patient in room 307."

...

The emergency room alarm blared as the gurney was wheeled in. The middle-aged male patient was in a semi-conscious, comatose state, with hemiplegia on one side of his body, projectile vomiting, and his blood pressure monitor spiked wildly.

"Open the airway! Turn the head to the left, clear any vomit, administer oxygen at a flow rate of 6L/min, and continuously monitor blood pressure, blood oxygen, and heart rate!"

Xu Zhixiao quickly placed her fingertips on the patient's carotid artery, while tapping on both pupils with her other hand.

She was busy performing emergency rescue.

Such unexpected incidents are not uncommon in neurology clinics.

The patient was wheeled into the emergency room.

Lu Yuan followed and sat down at the door.

Sitting next to him was a patient's family member, an elderly woman with a child.

There were also several men who appeared to be the patient's relatives or brothers.

However, this woman clearly couldn't sit still, and kept getting up and pacing back and forth.

Then, with a thud, he knelt down at the entrance of the emergency room, took out a small peace charm from around his neck, held it high above his head, and kowtowed.

She was crying while banging her head against the wall.

The child, who looked like his son, stood there bewildered and at a loss.

Crying and screaming are definitely not allowed in a hospital.

A passing nurse tried to persuade him, but to no avail.

Lu Yuan didn't go up the road. He turned back to the office, grabbed the untouched duck blood vermicelli soup, and asked the child to sit next to him.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat up, we're just sitting here anyway."

The child was either hungry or terrified.

At this point, he listens to whatever anyone says.

He sat in his chair, eating in silence.

"Is it your father who's sick?"

"Hmm." The child suddenly looked up while eating: "My dad won't die."

"Indeed not."

Lu Yuan nodded, though he didn't know why the child was so certain.

But in situations like this, who would suggest any answer other than a definite yes?

"My mom and I heard people at the train station say that Qixia Temple can bring peace and safety, so we prayed for peace and blessings, and the Taoist priest is protecting us."

"The Taoist priest can't protect you."

Why?

"Because Qixia Temple is a Buddhist temple."

It was noisy outside the operating room. A woman was kneeling on the ground, crying and refusing to get up, while two men paced anxiously back and forth.

Lu Yuan turned his attention back to the children.

The children's eyes also turned to him.

"Big brother, so Dr. Xu wasn't sent by the Taoist priest, but by Buddha."

"No, she was born from her mother."

"I think Dr. Xu is like a female Buddha statue."

That's called a Bodhisattva.

"Dr. Xu bought us a lot of things and helped us get reimbursed by our insurance in many places. It was my mother's first time in Nanjing, and we couldn't find anything there."

"She's actually a really nice person."

"If I kowtow to Dr. Xu, will my father be cured?"

Lu Yuan shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

But he said, "If something bad happens, I mean if, remember to cry."

"Why are you crying?"

"Like your grandmother."

That's my mom.

"I'm sorry, just like your mother."

"Brother, I can't cry. My father is sick, but why don't I feel sad at all?"

The child looked up, staring with wide, puzzled eyes.

Lu Yuan wasn't surprised. He said, "Then think about something sad."

"Why do you have to cry?"

"Don't cry, or your uncles and elders will say you're unfilial."

"Is it sad that the motor on the hay cart in my cowshed broke down?"

"Isn't anything more serious?"

"My mother asked the neighbors next door to help us feed the cows, but without a hay cart, they can't feed them; a single bag of hay weighs several hundred pounds."

"At least cry for a living thing, what's the point of crying for an electric motor?"

"My dad won't die. I'll kowtow to Dr. Xu and he'll protect us."

The child said this.

As he finished speaking, the operating room lights went out.

The operating room is a very Schrödinger-esque place.

Before the door was opened, the patient was in a state of life and death.

The diagnosis can be confirmed as soon as the door is opened; there's no need to see the patient.

You can tell just by looking at the doctor's expression.

Xu Zhixiao's face was ashen.

As soon as she stepped out of the operating room, she saw a woman kneeling on the ground praying for blessings and a child kowtowing to her.

He looked down at the patient covered with a white sheet.

She froze on the spot for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

Lu Yuan stood at the corner and watched from afar. The moment he saw Xu Zhixiao's expression, he got up and left.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He couldn't watch it anymore.

Because what he taught that child was all based on his own experience.

He watched his father being pushed out in the same way back then.

Lu Yuan was holding a good luck charm, which the child's mother had dropped in her panic.

He picked it up and will return it to her later.

"Ugh."

In this world, year after year, who dares to say their wishes will come true?

P.S.: Bonus chapter for DY's followers who increased by 1,000.

This part about the hospital is based on my own experience. Please take good care of yourselves and don't worry your families.

Peace and safety.

Go to sleep early, goodnight.