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

Si Yimian spent a week there, practically walking all over the clinical area.

Collecting samples and keeping records, from 7 a.m. to irregular hours.

She's like a sponge; she absorbs whatever He Sichen tries to squeeze out.

He Sichen teaches without rambling; every word he says is to the point.

She was naturally intelligent, and with her hard work, she was able to handle the process independently after just one week.

Every day when I get home, I kick off my shoes, throw my bag down, collapse on the sofa, and my soul seems to leave my body.

Let alone Douhe Sichen, he's too lazy to even check his phone.

He Sichen is also busy.

He Zhaozhao's surgical criteria have been met, and he will be the first surgeon performing the operation today.

Preoperative assessments are in full swing, and consultations are scheduled almost non-stop.

The two people live across from each other, but it feels like there's a Milky Way between them.

She wasn't interested in flirting, and he wasn't interested in being flirted with.

Everything was peaceful enough.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Yu'an Hospital was already alive.

He Sichen stood in the handwashing area, washing his hands with his eyes downcast, the water running loudly.

Si Yimian leaned against the wall in the corridor, dozing off while holding her medical records folder.

Its head bobbed up and down like a chick pecking at rice.

After washing his hands, He Sichen glanced at her.

"Did you go thief last night?"

Si Yimian looked up with a start, her eyes still misty.

I miss you.

The mouth moves faster than the brain.

He Sichen paused, his fingers twirling the knuckles of his mask.

Say it again.

"I want...I want the surgery to go smoothly."

Si Yimian immediately backed down and smiled like a fool.

He Sichen was too lazy to expose her and turned to walk towards the operating room.

The operating room indicator light is not on yet.

He Zhaozhao's mother, Chen Lan, had been sitting on the bench in the corridor for quite some time.

She was wearing a yellow uniform from a food delivery platform, the cuffs of which were worn white, and her helmet was placed at her feet.

He was holding a thermos, the lid screwed on tightly, afraid it would get cold.

Seeing He Sichen coming from the other end of the corridor, she jumped up.

"Dr. Crane!"

He Sichen raised his eyes, his expression softening slightly.

"Zhao Zhao's mother."

Si Yimian followed her gaze.

This is He Zhaozhao's mother.

Thinner and smaller than I imagined, like a piece of paper thinned by life.

Chen Lan shoved the thermos into his hands.

"This is the brown sugar and fermented rice soup with eggs that I cooked this morning. It's a tradition in my hometown to eat a bowl before important events for good luck."

"I cooked an extra portion, so you can share in the good fortune."

She rubbed her hands together, her smile strained.

"Please take care of Zhaozhao's surgery."

He Sichen looked down at the thermos and didn't take it.

"Zhao Zhao's mom, the hospital has regulations..."

"I know, I know, it's worthless."

Chen Lan interrupted him, her eyes already red.

"The surgery fee is waived, the hospitalization fee is waived, I don't know how to thank you, so I can only boil a few eggs."

She raised her head, her eyes deep-set and her cheekbones prominent.

"Dr. He, before Zhao Zhao's father passed away, he told me that I must raise Zhao Zhao."

"You snatched Zhao Zhao's life back from the clutches of the King of Hell."

"You are a benefactor to our family."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it finally became a very quiet sentence.

"Dr. He, please don't find it offensive."

He Sichen was silent for a moment, then reached out and took it.

"It won't taste good when it's cold."

Chen Lan was stunned for a moment, and then tears streamed down her face.

"Hey, hey! Eat it while it's hot!"

He Sichen unscrewed the lid, and a sweet aroma mixed with the heat of ginger wafted out.

He scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

"It's delicious."

Chen Lan smiled awkwardly: "That's good."

"After Zhaozhao recovers, I'll have her kowtow to you."

"No need to kowtow."

He Sichen's tone shifted from heavy to light.

"Let her grow up well."

Chen Lan couldn't hold back her tears and nodded hurriedly.

He Sichen closed the thermos and handed it back to her.

"The surgery will begin at 10:00 AM and is expected to last eight to ten hours."

"Don't just wait here. Go to the family rest area. A nurse will keep you updated on the progress."

Chen Lan took the insulated bucket and nodded vigorously.

He Sichen pulled his mask up again and turned to walk towards the operating room.

Si Yimian stood there, watching his tall and slender back.

When the morning light shines, it is so clean that it is untouched by the dust of the world.

This man has severe mysophobia.

She used to frown even when eating a snack in his office, but she actually ate a brown sugar egg that a patient's family member had put in a thermos.

He hides his gentleness beneath his rules.

Every precedent that needed to be broken was broken.

Just as I was lost in thought, a man wielding a cleaver suddenly rushed out from around the corner of the corridor.

His hair was gray, and he was wearing an old jacket whose color was indistinguishable.

It was fast and intense.

He had a reckless, madness about him.

Chen Lan was the first to notice, seeing the knife pointed directly at He Sichen's back.

Before my brain could even process it, my legs had already started moving.

She had never run so fast in her life; it was faster than a food delivery driver running a red light to deliver at the last minute.

She rushed over and squeezed between He Sichen and the man.

The knife plunged into her right shoulder, and blood splattered onto He Sichen's white coat.

Chen Lan groaned, but did not fall down.

The pain exploded from the wound like an electric current, shooting throughout my body.

There was only one thought in my mind.

We can't let anything happen to the person who saved Zhaozhao!

"Hurry up..."

She grabbed the man's wrist, which was holding the knife, and clamped it down like an iron clamp.

Her hands have carried hundreds of kilograms of goods and dozens of kilograms of rice.

The hands of the poor are hard.

"Dr. Tsuru... let's go quickly..."

Si Yimian's mind went blank for a moment.

Her father once taught her that in a dangerous situation, the first thing to do is to grab a weapon.

Looking around the empty corridor, I spotted the stainless steel trash can near the elevator.

He Sichen turned around abruptly and reached out to catch Chen Lan's falling body.

The man was stunned; he hadn't expected to offend someone else.

He just wanted an explanation: why, despite selling his house, borrowing money, and kneeling before every temple, his son was still gone.

Why is it that even if the doctor says they've done their best, the person can never come back?

The man drew his knife, his eyes bulging as if they were about to burst.

"What are you doing?! I'm looking for him!"

Before he could raise his knife for the second time, a stainless steel trash can fell from the sky.

With a loud thud, it hit his right wrist.

Fuck you!

Si Yimian cursed out, her voice sharp and shrill.

The knife flew out of his hand, hit the ground, and slid two meters away.

Si Yimian kicked the knife into the corner of the wall, then turned around, bent over, and dry heaved.

He collapsed, trembling uncontrollably.

My palms are burning hot.

The force was too great, and the edge of the metal cut her palm.

Security guards and the arriving doctor rushed forward and pinned the man to the ground.

He Sichen squatted down next to Chen Lan, pressing his hand on her bleeding spot.

"Send him to the emergency room, prepare blood, and notify the operating room to get ready!"

Chen Lan suddenly raised her uninjured hand and grabbed He Sichen's sleeve.

"Dr. Tsuru... Zhao Zhao's surgery..."

He Sichen lowered his head and made a promise to her.

"Don't worry, I'll be on time."

Chen Lan smiled and released her grip.

The man's face was pressed against the cold ground, still screaming, struggling, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"My son is eight years old!"

"You said you could save him...you said you could save him!"

"Do you know that his mother couldn't handle the shock and drank pesticide, and is still in the ICU..."

"You doctors, you're using human lives as practice..."

He screamed with all his might.

It is the despair of having nowhere to turn, the lament of being at the end of one's rope.

Chen Lan turned her head and looked at him.

"You have children too."

"How could you attack the person who saved the child?"