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

The man froze.

He looked at the blood on Chen Lan's shoulder, and at her face, which was as haggard as his own.

Suddenly, the madness in his eyes vanished, leaving only emptiness.

He suddenly stopped struggling, his face pressed against the floor tiles, and his shoulders began to tremble.

"sorry……"

The sound was squeezed out from deep in the throat, like a drowning person exhaling their last breath.

"It's just in so much pain..."

"The pain is so bad I don't know who to turn to..."

Si Yimian sat on the ground, watching this scene, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The hatred of the lower classes grows from despair.

I suddenly remembered what He Sichen had said.

You can cure the disease, but you can't save the life.

It can't save ordinary people driven mad by fate.

In this world, who isn't a pitiful person?

Chen Lan's emergency bed was pushed into the corridor, where medical staff took over.

He Sichen stood up, his sleeves soaked in blood.

He turned around and looked at the man who was being held down by the security guard.

"Liu Dawei".

The man trembled and lifted his face, which was covered in snot and tears.

Do you know me?

"Your son's name is Liu Zixuan, he is nine years old, and he has a brainstem glioma."

"On March 17th last year, the surgery lasted eleven hours and the wound was completely removed."

"But he developed an intracranial infection after the surgery and could not be saved."

The light in Liu Dawei's eyes gradually faded.

"Do you remember..."

"I remember."

He Sichen's voice was flat.

"I remember every surgery, every patient's name."

"I've reviewed your son's medical record twenty-seven times."

"For every cut, every needle, I can tell you why I did it that way."

"In the end, I didn't win; medicine has its limitations."

"I can't save your child, but I'm not a murderer."

Liu Dawei's shoulders slumped.

"I have to find someone to hate."

"I can't live without anyone to hate."

He Sichen looked down at him, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"You hate fate, not me."

"But you dare not hate fate, because fate won't stand here for you to stab."

"So you hate me."

Liu Dawei's facial muscles twitched, and he suddenly burst into tears.

Then, Tsurugi Shin turned to the security captain.

"The follow-up will be handled according to procedure."

He Sichen didn't say another word, his gaze falling on Si Yimian, who was slumped on the ground.

I walked over quickly and squatted down.

"Show me your hands."

Si Yimian obediently stretched out her hand.

He knelt on one knee, grasped her wrist, and turned her over.

There was a cut on my palm, and blood smeared all over my hand.

He examined her hands from all angles, then looked up at her face.

"Were you scared?"

Si Yimian bit her lower lip and blinked hard twice.

"I didn't cry."

"I know."

Si Yimian's lips twitched, and she managed to utter a sentence.

"My legs are a little weak."

He Sichen looked at the wound, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Weren't your legs weak when you were swinging the trash can?"

Si Yimian sniffed, her voice incredibly soft and sweet.

"My legs had their own ideas just now, and they didn't consult me."

He Sichen: "..."

He lowered his head, took out a piece of sterile gauze from his pocket, and pressed it into her palm.

The movements were very gentle, but the words were sharp and cutting.

"That was a good shot, don't do it again next time."

Si Yimian couldn't help but smile.

"This kind of thing won't happen again; once is enough."

Then she asked, "Is Zhao Zhao's mother alright?"

He Sichen lowered his head and wrapped and knotted the gauze.

"The wound is on the shoulder blade, and it didn't damage any major blood vessels or nerves. The blood loss is manageable, and my colleague will handle it."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at her.

"Go find a nurse to treat it, to prevent infection."

"Go back and rest after you're done."

Si Yimian looked up at him: "What about the assessment score?"

He Sichen was taken aback.

What's wrong with this girl's brain?

Even at this point, they were still thinking about their performance evaluation scores.

"No deductions today."

He stood up, his white coat stained with Chen Lan's blood.

"It doesn't count as absenteeism."

Si Yimian stood up and smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Okay, you should go and prepare for the surgery."

The nurse came up to him: "Dr. He, over here..."

"I'll be there immediately for He Zhaozhao's surgery."

He Sichen paused.

"Arrange for someone to treat Miss Si's wounds again."

After giving his instructions, he turned and strode quickly toward the surgical preparation area.

Si Yimian held up her hand, which looked like a wrapped rice dumpling.

Good luck with the surgery.

He paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"Um."

……

Nine o'clock in the evening.

He Sichen pushed open the door to the duty room.

He took off his mask, revealing an extremely tired face.

The surgery lasted eleven hours.

He Zhaozhao's tumor was completely removed without any damage to her blood vessels.

He leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to take off his glasses, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

My gaze swept across the corner of the table.

The peach-shaped eggplant jar was wilted in the Morandi pink ceramic pot.

The leaves were wrinkled and the edges were yellow, giving it a lifeless appearance, as if it could die at any moment.

He brought this succulent from the headquarters office a while ago and placed it on the windowsill of the duty room.

As a result, the hospital didn't have an administrative assistant, and he's been so busy these past few days that he's forgotten to water the plants himself.

He Sichen picked it up and touched the soft, limp leaf flesh with his thumb.

He suddenly remembered what she had said when she gave him the flowers.

If you don't take good care of it, it will turn green just like a person.

He Sichen looked down at the succulent that was almost dead, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"To live."

His voice was low, as if he were negotiating with it.

Please.

"Hold on for two more days, and I'll water it for you."

"Don't cheat on me, I won't be able to explain it to you."

He held the flowerpot in his palm, rubbed the rim of the pot with his fingertips, and looked at it with such seriousness that it seemed as if he were consulting with it.

"Fine, you can be green if you want."

"It's good that you're alive."

Just then, a soft laugh came from the doorway.

He Sichen's back stiffened, and he suddenly looked up.

Si Yimian leaned against the door frame, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

She hadn't taken off her white coat yet, her ponytail was a little loose, and stray hairs were sticking to the side of her face.

Her palms were wrapped in gauze, and she was holding a notebook in her hands.

I don't know how long I stood there.

"Dr. Crane."

"When you ask for it, you're more serious than when you're proposing marriage."

He Sichen's brow twitched, and he pushed the flowerpot to the corner of the table, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Can't you knock?"

"I knocked."

Si Yimian walked in and placed the data book on the table.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm busy negotiating with Peach Egg."

He straightened up, instantly switching back to his aloof mode.

Why haven't you left yet?

"The work isn't finished."

Si Yimian opened the data book.

"This is my work for today, and it's already been entered into the system."

He looked up at her.

She stood there, her face as small as a palm.

Despite being frightened during the day, it didn't leave and even finished all the work.

"Doesn't your hand hurt?"

"It hurts."

She raised the hand holding the rice dumpling and waved it.

"But since my mind is just sitting idle, I might as well do something."

Si Yimian suddenly pulled a piece of candy out of her pocket.

Orange flavor, transparent packaging, the seal is twisted into two small ears.

She held the candy and offered it to him.

"Dr. He, thank you for your hard work in saving the world."

"Don't you love sweets? This is super delicious!"

He Sichen looked down at the candy.

Her nails were round and pink, and her palms were wrapped in gauze.

The orange candy lay in her palm, like a tiny sun.

He suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.

He stood in the operating room for eleven hours today.

After I came out, I was called to check the surveillance footage, take a statement, and cooperate with the medical department to follow procedures. I've been busy until now and only now can I sit down.

The whole world thought He Sichen was invulnerable, and no one ever asked him if he was tired.

Then she pushed the door open and handed him an orange candy.

Say, "Saving the world has been hard work."

At that moment, he suddenly felt that he was also made of flesh and blood.

He's just an ordinary person who can eat candy when he's tired.

He reached out and took the orange candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

The sweetness made his brow relax for a moment, seeping into his weariness.

My nerves, which had been taut all day, were gently plucked.

How did you know I like sweet things?