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

The next morning, at Yu'an Hospital.

Si Yimian changed into a white coat and saw He Sichen walking out from around the corner as soon as she stepped out of the elevator.

She quickly waved to him.

Good morning, Dr. He.

He Sichen stiffened and glanced at her.

White coat, ponytail, plain face.

He was as well-behaved as a medical student on practicum.

But after last night, he won't be fooled by that face anymore.

From today onwards, we'll handle this strictly as official business; any unnecessary words spoken will be considered a loss.

"I'm three minutes late."

He raised his hand to glance at his watch, his tone indifferent.

Si Yimian lowered her head, knowing she was in the wrong.

"Waiting for the elevator."

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and turned to walk forward.

"Two points have been deducted from the clinical assessment score."

"Keep up."

Si Yimian: "..."

He gave me the cold shoulder last night when I didn't get a kiss.

That jerk, he's got a long morning grumpiness.

Si Yimian jogged after him, following half a step behind him, like a tail.

"Dr. He, what are the plans for today?"

"I'll be in charge of sample collection in the morning, experimental records in the afternoon, and I'll check on things in the evening."

"Will you see how things go tonight?"

Si Yimian's eyes lit up.

"What do you mean?"

He Sichen paused, turning his head to look at her.

"It depends on your performance."

The clinical area is located on the top floor of the inpatient department, with laboratories and sample banks on both sides of the corridor.

When He Sichen pushed open the door, things were already bustling inside.

Researchers in white lab coats moved among various instruments, and when they saw him come in, they all greeted him.

Good morning, Teacher He.

He Sichen stepped aside, making way for Si Yimian.

"Si Yimian, dispatched by Chen Xi, will be responsible for re-verifying the clinical data; the process will take one month."

His tone was businesslike, with no further introductions.

All eyes in the room turned to him.

Si Yimian smiled at them, her eyes crinkling.

"Hello everyone, I'm the newest little cabbage. Please water me often, teachers."

Someone in the crowd burst out laughing.

He Sichen glanced at her sideways.

Bok choy?

It's clearly a poisonous mushroom.

Zhou Mu was the first to approach.

"Miss Si, it's nice to see you again!"

"I wasn't able to help last time, but this time in the clinic, feel free to ask me anything you don't understand."

He took his phone out of his pocket.

"Can we add each other on WeChat? We can connect on clinical data anytime for easy communication."

"OK."

Just as Si Yimian was about to take out her phone, He Sichen's cold voice cut in.

Don't rush into socializing.

He interrupted her, pointing to the lab table.

"After finishing the ward rounds this morning, I went through the standard procedure for sample collection."

"From the numbering system to the cold chain transportation process."

I will be conducting spot checks before noon.

Si Yimian nodded vigorously.

"Okay, Dr. Crane."

Zhou Mu had clearly not been beaten before; after a couple of seconds, he came closer again.

"Dr. He, I'll take on the physical work of training new staff?"

"I have a good temper, I'm patient, and I'd be good at taking care of younger sisters."

"Need not."

He Sichen took a half step forward without making a sound, and with his shoulder line, he blocked her behind him.

"I was her mentor."

Zhou Mu: "???"

No.

You, a dean-level person, personally mentor newcomers?

What kind of treatment is this?

He Sichen had already turned and walked away, but paused for a moment as he passed by her.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Oh, here it comes."

Si Yimian smiled apologetically at Zhou Mu and jogged to catch up.

Zhou Mu watched the two figures disappear into the distance and scratched his head.

Something just doesn't feel right.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

……

At 8:00 AM sharp, He Sichen led her on a round of the wards.

The VIP ward of Yu'an Hospital houses high-value and complex cases handled by He Sichen.

Each room contains core data for an SCI paper.

Ordinary cases are handled by ordinary doctors; they are responsible for solving problems that others cannot.

Si Yimian followed behind him, frantically taking notes, wishing she could rip her ear off and stick it to his mouth.

It was already nine o'clock when I finished checking the rooms.

He Sichen placed the medical record folder on the nurses' station and turned to look at her.

"Keep following along, in the bone marrow aspiration room, we have a young patient today."

Si Yimian nodded, then jogged after him, clutching her notebook.

The bone marrow aspiration room was at the end of the corridor. The door was pushed open halfway, and the smell of disinfectant hit us.

A little girl, about five or six years old, was sitting on the bed. She had two little pigtails on her head and was as thin as a bean sprout.

His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were big and dark. When he saw He Sichen come in, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Uncle Crane!"

"Um."

He Sichen walked over, knelt on one knee, and met her gaze.

"Can I skip taking that green medicine today? It smells like a stinky sock!"

He Sichen picked up the medical record folder at the foot of the bed and looked down to flip through it.

"Can't."

"Can I have ice cream?"

"Can't."

"I have another question."

"explain."

"Who is that pretty lady next to you?"

Si Yimian waved to her.

He Zhaozhao tilted her head and looked at her, then at He Sichen.

"Uncle He, is this your wife?"

The air froze for a second.

He Sichen paused in his movement of flipping through the medical records.

Si Yimian narrowed her eyes, about to speak.

"no."

He Sichen denied it first.

Si Yimian suppressed the smile on her lips.

Denying it so quickly.

He has a guilty conscience.

"She is my colleague."

He Zhaozhao gave a vague "oh" and then looked at Si Yimian carefully before drawing a conclusion.

"Then you'd better hurry up."

He Sichen: "..."

"You're not bad in any way, you just don't like to smile."

The nurses in the room were trembling.

Si Yimian almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

He Sichen closed the medical record folder.

"Zhaozhao, we're having a bone marrow aspiration today, are you scared?"

He Zhaozhao shook her head vigorously.

"I'm not afraid! I'm the bravest person in the universe!"

He Sichen had already put on sterile gloves and leaned down to speak to He Zhaozhao.

"Zhaozhao, lie down."

He Zhaozhao lay down obediently, her little hands folded on her stomach.

He Sichen picked up the puncture needle, his knuckles steady.

When the bone aspiration needle was inserted, He Zhaozhao bit her lip and didn't make a sound.

Si Yimian turned her face away, not daring to look.

She heard the dull thud of the needle piercing the periosteum, and her teeth ached.

A project that even adults find painful.

She was a little girl, and she didn't cry once.

The greatest suffering in the world is that children don't know how to cry out in pain.

"Zhao Zhao is great, hold on for another ten seconds."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

Count down to one, then pull out the needle.

He Zhaozhao loosened her fist and exhaled a deep breath.

"Uncle He, I didn't cry!"

"Yes, that's an improvement over last time."

He Sichen took off his gloves and rubbed her head.

"If you meet the criteria this time, your uncle will arrange the surgery for you."

"good!"

He Zhaozhao smiled, revealing a gap in her teeth.

She sat up and started touching herself.

The nurse handed over the dusty old rabbit doll.

Zhao Zhao hugged him and suddenly frowned.

The next second, large tears fell down her cheeks.

"Lele's ears are going to fall off..."

She pressed her ear back down with her hand, and as soon as she let go, it drooped down again.

The tears that hadn't fallen during the bone marrow puncture were now streaming down her face in large drops.

Si Yimian quickly sat down and pulled the person into her arms.

"Don't cry, Zhao Zhao, your sister will buy you a new one."

"Buy a lot, and sew each ear up securely."

He Zhaozhao shook her head and cried even harder.

"No new ones..."

"This was a gift from Dad..."

"Daddy's gone, and Lele's leaving too..."

She endured the excruciating pain of the bone marrow puncture.

The rabbit's ears fell off, and she collapsed.

Si Yimian reached out, wanting to pat Zhao Zhao's head.

A cold, white hand took the rabbit before she could.

He Sichen held the broken rabbit, his face expressionless.

He Zhaozhao paused in her sobs, then looked at him, still choking back tears.

"uncle......"

"This is confiscated."

He Sichen's voice was cold and hard.

"Crying won't solve the problem of the rabbit's ears."

He Zhaozhao hiccuped and stopped crying.

He Sichen put the rabbit into the pocket of his white coat and turned to leave.

Si Yimian's eyes widened.

Snatching toys from a sick child?

Is it a person?

This jerk, is he going to throw the rabbit away?