The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

The office door clicked shut as the latch engaged the lock.

He Sichen walked to the sink, squeezed out two pumps of foam, and slowly washed his hands.

The water was flowing rapidly.

Si Yimian sat obediently on the edge of the examination bed, swinging her legs as she looked at him.

He Sichen dried his hands, dragged over a round stool, and sat down in front of her.

"Expose the wound."

Si Yimian leaned back, half-sitting and half-lying down.

Her legs were slightly apart, and the hem of her short skirt had slipped up a little.

He Sichen paused for a moment.

She was quite open, leaving her legs wide open without any defenses.

He looked away, put on gloves, and used tweezers to gently peel off the gauze.

The sutures were fine and neat, and the surrounding skin was slightly red, but there was no swelling or oozing.

"Healing well."

He gave his assessment in a businesslike manner and began disinfection.

Si Yimian stared at him.

You can see the bridge of the nose from the brow bone, and the Adam's apple from the jawline.

The man who carefully changed her dressing was so handsome.

She saw it all too openly.

He Sichen noticed the gaze and looked up.

Their eyes met.

She didn't flinch; instead, she smiled and smiled.

"What are you looking at?" he asked first.

"Dr. He is handsome."

She answered frankly.

"I've never seen such a good-looking doctor before. All the doctors I've seen before are bald old specialists."

He Sichen's face suddenly flushed.

I've lived for thirty years and been praised countless times.

From appearance to ability, from family background to temperament.

But no one had ever used such simple two words to make his heart skip a beat.

Si Yimian suddenly asked a question with a sincere expression.

"Dr. He, why are you blushing?"

You're blushing already?

If I tease him every day from now on, won't he become completely familiar with me?

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and continued what he was doing.

"It's stuffy indoors."

His voice remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

Si Yimian nodded, indicating her understanding.

Suddenly she moved closer and reached out to touch his ear.

"Why are your ears so hot?"

He Sichen froze.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he tilted his head back to avoid her fingers.

"Don't move your hands during the dressing change."

Si Yimian withdrew her hand and obediently placed it back by her side, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He moved the stool back to create some distance.

Then continue treating the wound as usual.

Hurry up and finish so she can leave.

Si Yimian was quiet for a while, then suddenly spoke again.

"Dr. He, are you this harsh to all your patients?"

He Sichen's hands kept moving.

"It depends on the person."

"So what kind of person am I?"

He Sichen looked up at her.

Those doe-like eyes were filled with curiosity, and their faces were full of thirst for knowledge.

"patient."

With just two words, they completely severed all ties.

Si Yimian lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly looked up at him with clear eyes.

"Then when I get better, I won't be a patient anymore."

"How does Dr. He plan to classify me then?"

He Sichen stopped what he was doing.

This little girl's ability to feign ignorance is unparalleled.

A patient is a basket that can hold all the thoughts he shouldn't have.

The basket broke as soon as she took off her hospital gown.

How will we categorize them then?

Do you want to be a human being, or do you want to be someone else's person?

"You have a lot of questions."

He lowered his eyes and continued cutting the bandages.

The scissors snapped shut, a cool sensation on my fingertips, and a bead of blood appeared.

He Sichen looked at his bleeding fingers and frowned slightly.

This was the first time I'd ever cut myself while changing a patient's dressing.

People will laugh at us if they tell others.

He put down the scissors and took off his gloves.

Blood seeped out and slid down the fingertip.

"Slip of the hand."

He offered a casual explanation and got up to deal with it.

I had just stood up when my fingers were suddenly grabbed.

Si Yimian held his hand, lowered her head, and directly put the injured knuckle into her mouth.

The soft tip of my tongue rolled over my fingertip and gently sucked on it.

He Sichen's mind went blank.

The blood flows in two separate streams.

It surged all the way to the finger she was holding in her mouth.

Another route went straight ahead...

He Sichen's Adam's apple twitched violently, and his other hand, hanging by his side, clenched into a fist, veins bulging.

The image of her sucking his finger in her vision resembled a small animal licking its wound.

Pious, innocent, unaware of their own existence.

But as he saw the scene, every frame felt like it was burning his lower abdomen.

"Relax."

Si Yimian obediently let go of his mouth and looked up at him.

Do you know what you're doing?

His voice was squeezed out through his teeth.

"Stop the bleeding."

She spoke with a very serious expression.

That's how it's portrayed in short dramas.

He Sichen: "..."

He had never been so speechless in his life.

"Uninstall your short dramas."

Si Yimian looked puzzled.

"Isn't that right?"

"Look, the bleeding has stopped."

As she spoke, she raised her face with considerable pride.

He Sichen looked down at his fingers.

The bleeding has indeed stopped.

She licked it all away.

He suddenly laughed in anger.

This woman is treating him like a fool.

"Should I thank you?"

Si Yimian waved her hand, her tone sincere.

"It's nothing, you should thank me."

He Sichen: "..."

Should I thank you?

What is he thanking?

Thank you for using short drama clips to practice medicine?

His vocabulary, accumulated over thirty years, was wiped clean at this moment.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and took a deep breath.

Forget it.

He admitted defeat.

"The dressing has been changed, you can leave now."

He turned and walked to the sink, turned on the hot water, and rinsed his hands.

Si Yimian slowly stood up and straightened her skirt.

"What about when the stitches are removed? Will they come to you then?"

He Sichen didn't turn around, intending to raise the warning line again.

But as she was about to speak, she remembered that she had deliberately asked Zhou Mu to handle the matter earlier.

This little girl has an innate ability to manipulate people.

He Sichen turned off the tap and tore off a piece of paper to wipe his hands.

"Come straight here."

He crumpled the tissue he used to wipe his hands into a ball and threw it into the trash can with a bit of force.

Si Yimian stared at the back of his head, then looked at his bright red ears, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

This man is really funny.

"It's settled then."

She walked to the door, then suddenly remembered something and peeked back in.

"By the way, Dr. He."

"I'll be reporting to Yu'an headquarters next week; it was arranged by my father."

"We'll have more opportunities to meet in the future, so please take good care of me."

He turned around, leaned against the sink, and looked at her.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor window, illuminating half of her face.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true."

He Sichen remained silent for three seconds.

"Miss Si, Yu'an is not a place for leisure."

He spoke, his voice low and warning.

Si Yimian nodded, looking serious.

"I know, it's a place for learning."

"I'm sure I'll learn a lot from Dr. He."

That sounds serious.

But coming from her, it just didn't sound right.

Does she know that this isn't a good school and that she won't learn anything worthwhile here?

What you can learn is what you shouldn't learn.

He Sichen did not respond.

He was afraid that if he accepted her suggestion, he would just follow along with her.

See you next week.

Without waiting for his response, Si Yimian waved to him and left for good this time.

The door closed.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

He Sichen stood still, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He recalled the scene of her burning paper figures at the Taoist temple yesterday.

If you just fill in whatever's missing, then what is he?

A live-action trial card?

She'll use him, but that won't stop her from having backup options.

Suddenly, I felt that if she really came to Yu'an...

He probably won't last more than a month.

From that night in the treatment room until now, wherever she is, he can't act like a normal person.

I can't think about it anymore.

If he thought about it any further, he was afraid he wouldn't dare go to headquarters next week.