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

Early the next morning.

Si Yimian was woken up by her alarm clock.

Six o'clock sharp.

She stared at the ceiling for three seconds.

The soul is still in bed, but the body has already sat up.

She washed her hands and feet, which felt like cotton.

I casually tied my hair into a ponytail, put on some light makeup, and went to work.

She was already at her post at seven o'clock.

She followed He Sichen on his rounds, trying her best to keep her eyelids open.

He Sichen walked ahead, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Si Yimian secretly yawned, thinking to herself, "How come this man's energy is always at full capacity?"

When I arrived at He Zhaozhao's ward, the little girl was sitting cross-legged on the bed, hugging her knees and staring blankly.

Her little face was droopy, looking all sad and forlorn.

When she saw He Sichen come in, she pouted, but held back her anger.

"Uncle Crane."

Her voice was weak.

He Sichen walked over and took the rabbit out of the pocket of his white coat.

The rabbit's ears were sewn up, the stitches were fine and dense.

He Zhaozhao's eyes lit up instantly. She grabbed the rabbit and examined it thoroughly.

I tugged at the ear twice, but it didn't fall off.

Pinch the belly a couple of times, and it's all puffed up like cotton.

"Lele is all better!"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open.

"Uncle Crane, are you a magician?!"

He Sichen paused for a moment and placed the medical record at the foot of the bed.

He knelt down on one knee, his line of sight level with He Zhaozhao's.

The usual aloofness in her eyes and brows was gone, replaced by a quiet gentleness.

He reached out and straightened the rabbit's crooked bow.

"The rabbit grew back on its own."

"It wants to stay with you a little longer, so it's trying its best to grow taller."

He Zhaozhao hugged the rabbit and rubbed her little face against it.

"Does that mean I'll grow back to normal too?"

He Sichen paused for a moment, then reached out and patted her head.

"meeting."

Zhao Zhao hugged the rabbit tightly and smiled.

That smile was like a ray of light breaking through on a cloudy day.

Si Yimian stood at the door watching this scene, her medical record folder almost slipping off.

What a deadly weapon!

His crouching position was more lethal than his standing position.

The altitude decreases, but the lethality increases.

She had never seen a man like this in her past and present lives.

The surface is covered in snow, and underneath lies a hot spring.

It warmed her heart and made her feel numb.

She suddenly remembered something.

From yesterday to today, other sick children's bedside tables are piled high with fruit and milk, and they are surrounded by at least one adult.

On He Zhaozhao's bedside table, there was only that old rabbit.

She turned to look at Zhou Mu beside her and lowered her voice.

"Dr. Zhou, where is Zhao Zhao's mother?"

Zhou Mu sighed.

"Let's talk outside."

The two retreated to the corridor.

Zhou Mu leaned against the nurses' station, his voice low.

"Her father passed away from liver cancer two years ago, leaving her mother to shoulder the burden alone."

"Her mother works three jobs a day, and now she delivers food during the morning rush hour."

"That rabbit was the last birthday present her father gave her."

Si Yimian looked at the small, thin figure in the ward and gripped her notebook tightly.

"Zhao Zhao's illness..."

Zhou Mu reopened the medical record, his tone turning somber.

"Retroperitoneal neuroblastoma is located in a tricky place, growing around major blood vessels, and it will recur if it is not completely removed."

"This type of surgery is a top-tier technique in pediatric oncology surgery."

"There are no more than ten experts in the whole country who can perform surgery."

He looked up at He Sichen in the ward.

"At the time, all the hospitals refused to admit me, and I was eventually transferred to Yu'an Hospital."

"Dr. He reviewed the images and then put them away."

"He transferred Zhaozhao to the Yu'an Medical Foundation, where all treatment costs were waived."

"But her mother still has to pay back the debts from before; after all, ordinary people still have to live their lives."

"Her mother said she couldn't let Zhaozhao grow up carrying debt after she recovered."

After finishing his room check, He Sichen closed the door behind him.

Looking up, I saw Si Yimian standing by the corridor with red eyes.

Beside him, Zhou Mu was handing over a tissue, still talking to himself.

He Sichen stopped in his tracks, his face suddenly darkening.

Zhou Mu had his back to him, completely unaware, and was still outputting his output.

"Mianmian, don't be too sad. You've seen this kind of thing a lot in pediatrics..."

"What?"

He Sichen's voice came from behind.

Zhou Mu shuddered, and the tissue fell to the ground.

"Dr. He..."

Zhou Mu felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Dr. He, I just told her about Zhaozhao's condition..."

"Does explaining the situation require making someone cry?"

He Sichen spoke coldly, his gaze sweeping across his face.

"Are you a case report or a relationship advice radio station?"

Zhou Mu: "???"

No, she cried on her own, what does it have to do with me?

Si Yimian quickly rubbed the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

"It's not Dr. Zhou's fault, it's just that I'm easily moved to tears."

She looked up, her eyes pleading.

"stop."

"Crying again will result in a deduction of points."

He Sichen took out a square handkerchief from his white coat, which carried the cool scent of disinfectant.

"Wipe it clean."

Si Yimian took it and wiped her eyes.

Then, He Sichen turned and glanced at Zhou Mu.

"Is the postoperative record for bed 10 finished?"

"not yet......"

"Then go write it."

"yes!"

Zhou Mu ran faster than a rabbit.

Only two people remained in the corridor.

Si Yimian looked up at him and asked, "Can Zhaozhao's illness be cured?"

He Sichen paused.

"The success rate of the surgery is 40%."

"Forty percent?"

Si Yimian's heart clenched.

He Sichen looked at her but offered no comfort.

"That's how pediatric tumors are."

"You can't win every time, but you have to fight every game."

Si Yimian looked into his eyes, her face full of confusion.

"Other hospitals all refused, why did you accept him?"

He Sichen looked down at her.

"If I don't accept them, no one else will."

"This isn't a cold; you can just go to another hospital and get it treated. This is the last stop."

He looked up, his pupils showing no emotion.

"These types of cases have high surgical risks and are prone to postoperative disputes."

"When the family members are emotionally distraught, the first person to be sued is the surgeon."

From a utilitarian perspective, not accepting it is the optimal solution.

He paused, his gaze falling on the observation window on the ward door.

"But for a child like Zhaozhao, she had very few hopes to begin with."

"Whether it's her illness or that rabbit."

"If they can still be saved, then do your best to save them."

"Both people and memories are."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Si Yimian felt something bump into her chest.

Suddenly, I realized that this man was more complex than I had imagined.

She jogged alongside him.

"Dr. He, do you have Zhao Zhao's mother's payment QR code?"

He Sichen turned his head to look at her, as if he were looking at a sucker.

"Want to donate money?"

"Um."

Si Yimian nodded, her expression serious.

"I also want to do my part."

"Miss Si."

He spoke, his tone neither warm nor cold.

"You'll be in clinical practice the next day, and you'll have no idea how many Zhaozhaos are on this floor."

He Sichen raised his head towards the elevator entrance.

"Go down two floors to the pediatric oncology ward. Behind each child is a family that has been dragged down."

"You'll donate to each person one by one. How many people will you donate to?"

Si Yimian was stumped by his question.

He Sichen didn't wait for her answer and continued speaking.

"Zhaozhao was able to receive free treatment not because someone donated money."

"It's because Yu'an has a special fund and a complete tiered assistance system."

"The foundation has a professional team to evaluate, allocate funds, and follow up, which is much more efficient than individual donations."

"When one person gives money, it's called kindness; when a system is in operation, it's called good deeds."

"Your intention to help is good, but we can't take away the debts of life and living."

He stopped and lowered his eyes, his voice dropping an octave.

"Si Yimian, kindness needs teeth."

Si Yimian stood there, stunned.

These words struck her like a blow to the head.

He was genuinely teaching her.

Using his thirty years of experience, he pulled her out of her ivory tower.

She suddenly understood why the original work didn't describe him much, yet every character he was portrayed as a ruthless figure.

This kind of man doesn't need much description.

Standing there, he is like a pillar of strength.

It must be so satisfying to conquer a man like that.

I just want to see him kneeling in front of me, with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

He cursed her as a vixen while unable to resist rubbing against the hem of her skirt.