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

Si Yimian sat down opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him.

"Last time I was in your office, there was a bunch of mints in your drawer."

They even gave me one, saying it would stop me from crying.

"Most men don't carry candy with them."

"Unless, he himself is a sweets lover."

She paused, her eyes curving into crescents.

"Dr. He, you have a sweet tooth, right?"

He Sichen was stunned for a moment.

That candy was something he took out to coax her after he scolded her last time, realizing he had spoken too harshly.

As a result, she deduced his recipe preferences.

He doesn't like smoking, so when he's stressed, he sucks on a cigarette to suppress the things he can't say.

"Next time, don't observe me, observe the data."

Si Yimian nodded with a smile.

"Okay, Dr. Crane."

He agreed quickly, clearly not taking it to heart.

"Dr. He, how did the surgery go?"

"Um."

"The tumor has been completely removed, and the postoperative indicators are stable."

Si Yimian breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair.

"That's good."

After a few seconds of silence, He Sichen suddenly spoke.

Why did you rush up there today?

"When that knife comes down, you'll be unarmed."

He looked up at her, his gaze falling on her bandaged palm.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Si Yimian paused for a moment, then lowered her eyes.

"I'm scared."

"My legs went weak, didn't you see?"

"Then why charge in?"

She paused for a moment.

"I saw a news story online before, which was also about medical disputes."

"A child was about to undergo surgery, and the surgeon was stabbed by the family member."

Si Yimian raised her head, her eyes clear and bright.

"I don't want the same regret to happen again."

"It's okay to have no hope, but we must never let regret happen just before we're about to succeed."

"That would be too cruel to Zhao Zhao's mother."

She paused, then smiled slightly.

"So Zhao Zhao's mother rushed up before me."

"She didn't hesitate at all when she blocked that attack."

"I rushed up because I didn't want to see people who should live die at a time when they shouldn't die."

"So nothing can happen to you, and neither can Zhao Zhao's mother."

He Sichen stared at her for a long time.

It felt like someone had gently poked that spot in my chest cavity with their finger.

He suddenly felt like asking her.

Is everyone in her world this bright?

She brought all the light here by smuggling it in.

Si Yimian suddenly leaned closer, placed her hands on the edge of the table, and rested her chin on the back of her hands.

"Dr. Crane."

Why did you become a doctor in the first place?

Si Yimian knew that the He family was a century-old medical family, with ancestors including a judge of the Imperial Medical Academy and a founding member of Peking Union Medical College.

By his father's generation, very few people were still practicing clinical medicine.

In his generation, his younger brother, He Nanxian, was directly appointed to the management team after graduating from business school.

Managing Tian Shu Life Technology, a subsidiary of Yu An, is a breeze in the capital market.

Only He Sichen defied the tide of his family's decline and embarked on the path of medical research.

At a young age, he became the core of Yu'an's power and the pillar of its business.

He Sichen paused for a moment.

Many people have asked this question and have memorized the standard answer perfectly.

But sitting here now, opposite Si Yimian.

Suddenly, I couldn't bring myself to give the standard answer.

"Because death is too fair."

He spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

"Regardless of wealth or morality, people are recruited at the appointed time."

"I grew up in a family of doctors, and I've always been dealing with birth, aging, illness, and death."

"The older I get, the more I realize that most things in life are unfair."

"I don't believe in Buddhism, I don't believe in reincarnation, and I don't believe in karma or retribution."

"But sometimes, holding a scalpel can help someone win a battle."

He looked up at her, his eyes calm yet unfathomably deep.

"Medicine cannot fight against fate, but it can turn the tide in certain areas."

"This is the path I chose."

Si Yimian was stunned.

She had heard countless men's grand pronouncements.

No one has ever spoken of the topic of life and death with such calmness as him.

And it's so powerful.

"Do you blame Liu Dawei for what happened today?"

He Sichen remained silent for a moment.

"No, it's not my fault."

Si Yimian was somewhat surprised by his answer.

"He almost stabbed you."

He Sichen leaned back in his chair, a deep weariness in his eyes.

"Most people who cause trouble at medical facilities are not bad people; they are ordinary people who have nowhere else to turn."

"Hospitals are the places where you can most easily witness the true nature of humanity."

"The same person can bring you brown sugar eggs in a thermos, or stand behind you with a knife in hand."

Sometimes the difference lies only in the outcome.

Si Yimian listened quietly, something slowly sinking and then rising again in her heart.

She suddenly realized that he was not a god.

He was the one who insisted on trying when everyone else was shaking their heads.

Hope for healing converged upon him, and powerless hatred also poured out upon him.

He stood in the middle and caught them all.

"So you're telling me that kindness needs teeth."

He Sichen looked at her and tapped his knuckles lightly on the table twice.

"You've got a brain, after all."

Si Yimian immediately climbed up the pole.

"That's right, learning from the industry's top experts is equivalent to learning in a month in one day."

He Sichen's lips curved into a smile.

The next second, his gaze fell on the gauze in her palm.

Wrinkled, loose, and the tape was stuck on crookedly.

It's clearly the work of an intern nurse.

"Who wrapped it for you?"

Si Yimian looked down at her rice dumpling-shaped hand.

"A young woman at the nurses' station, she just started her internship."

He Sichen frowned slightly.

"I can tell."

He stood up, took a sterile dressing kit from the cabinet, and put it on the table.

Si Yimian sat in the swivel chair, and he dragged over another chair so that his knees touched hers.

The distance suddenly closed.

"Give me your hand."

Si Yimian obediently stretched out her hand, palm facing up.

He held her wrist and placed her hand on his knee.

He quickly removed all the gauze, revealing the cut on his palm.

Use tweezers to pick up an iodine swab and gently wipe along the edge of the wound.

Si Yimian hissed and curled her fingers back.

He stopped.

Then he bent down and gently blew on the opening.

The cool air brushed against the edge of the wound.

"Don't move."

His voice was hoarse for a second: "It's blowing."

Si Yimian stared at his lowered eyelashes, her shoulders trembling slightly.

A tingling sensation shot from my palms all the way to the back of my neck, then exploded.

She suddenly felt that the wound was worth it.

"When you treated me last time, you said that there is no gentle option in medical procedures."

He Sichen paused, his fingers holding the tweezers still.

Si Yimian tilted her head to look at him, her eyes crinkling.

"Why is it here today?"

He lowered his head and continued bandaging.

"Last time it was an external injury, this time it's a work injury."

"Differentiated treatment?"

"Um."

Si Yimian: "..."

Si Yimian shut her mouth and obediently watched him operate.

He quickened his pace and finished bandaging.

The gauze was wrapped neatly, with just the right tightness, neither too tight nor too stuffy.

"Dr. Crane."

She raised her hand and looked at it over and over again.

"With your standards, all the emergency room nurses would resign."

He Sichen ignored her and began to collect and change the medicine packets.

"Get up and go home."

Si Yimian's eyes lit up instantly.

"Together?"

"Same building, same floor."

He picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair.

"Does this mean we have to make two trips?"

Si Yimian stood up with a smile, picked up her notebook, and followed.

Before leaving home this morning, she removed the batteries from the combination lock; the trick Huo Siyue taught her could finally come in handy.

If we don't do something special tonight, we'll be wasting this perfect opportunity!