It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

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Zhu Xi stood with her hands on her hips, her white coat covered in blood.

The cuffs too.

The patient, brought in after the car accident, was finally taken into the operating room and survived the ordeal.

"Congratulations, Ms. Zhu," the emergency room doctor said with a smile.

Zhu Xi said with a wry smile, "What's there to congratulate? It's just that you're wearing a white coat that's been through so much!"

The ER doctor handed her a tissue. "This is a good sign. Not everyone can be a chief ward director! Of course, congratulations!"

Chief Resident? Bah, that's a terrible person who has to spend a year in the hospital.

Zhu Xi wiped the blood from her sleeve, wanting to curse, but held back. "You can congratulate me when I become the dean!"

Emergency room doctor: "President Zhu, when you become the hospital director, remember to give my emergency room enough staff first."

She tried to wipe it clean for a while, but the bloodstains just wouldn't come off.

She also wants the neurosurgery department to be fully staffed with oxen and horses; who would want to do the grueling job of a doctor?

He simply resigned himself to his fate and said, "Forget it. From now on, the doctors in your ER will tell the truth more often and call for consultations in the middle of the night less often. That's better than saying a hundred nice things."

"Look at President Zhu, he's hit a nerve again."

She chuckled, didn't banter with the emergency room doctor, waved goodbye gracefully, and went upstairs back to her department.

After all, she had vowed to become the dean.

His blood-covered appearance, as soon as he stepped out of the emergency room, quickly attracted the curious gazes of those around him.

It was just past lunchtime, but the emergency room was still quite crowded.

Patients and their families would avoid her as much as possible when they saw her like this.

Helpless, Zhu Xi crumpled the tissue into a ball in her hand, took off her white coat, folded it, and went to wait for the elevator.

In June, she wore a light pink chiffon blouse with a bow at the neckline and the hem tucked into her jeans.

This outfit is much cleaner and more refreshing than a dirty white coat, and it also lacks the aloofness that doctors usually give off.

Without being met with disapproving glances, Zhu Xi lowered her head to reply to her brother's WeChat message.

Without looking ahead, he suddenly bumped into someone.

The cool, refreshing fragrance instantly invigorated her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." It was a pleasant male voice, clear and clean.

Zhu Xi had just raised her eyes to take a few glances when the man turned around completely.

The elevator arrived first.

With her career taking precedence over romantic encounters, she nimbly slipped inside, her elbow draped over her white coat.

The elevator doors slowly closed, blocking the probing gaze from outside.

"Boss, that person just now looked like the lady."

"There seems to be blood on the lady's body, and on her hands too."

Zhou Yinghuai, who had been hit, had a deep look in his eyes. He recognized her, which is why he said it was okay.

I also wanted to say that I happened to be at the hospital on business, so I thought I'd drop by to bring you some food. I also wanted to ask you about your thoughts on marriage.

Unfortunately, she was in a hurry.

Or perhaps he's too slow.

It's no wonder Zhu Xi didn't see it; she never imagined Zhou Yinghuai would come to the hospital.

Even if it's just a casual visit on the way.

The two had only met twice in less than a month since they got their marriage certificate.

Aside from knowing each other's names, we're not familiar with each other at all.

Oh no.

Zhu Xi knew that Zhou Yinghuai was handsome and rich. He was as handsome as a top celebrity, and his wealth was something she couldn't match even if she didn't eat or drink for five thousand years.

The Zhou family is a top-tier wealthy family in Libei City. Zhou Yinghuai is even more outstanding, having taken over all affairs of the Dazhou Group at the young age of 30.

She was a junior resident in the neurosurgery department of the People's Hospital, and she had just been promoted.

In other people's words, she was a Cinderella from a humble family who was lucky enough to get married in place of her stepsister Yu Qingge, thanks to her mother's remarriage.

In truth, Zhu Xi couldn't understand why Yu Qingge would look down on the highly sought-after Zhou Yinghuai. How did such a good thing end up falling on her, a Cinderella, by such an unexpected turn of events?

In short, she and Zhou Yinghuai have the closest legal relationship, but they are married but not close, and she doesn't bother him unless necessary.

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Zhu Xi returned to the neurosurgery department on the 9th floor, full of energy.

Nurse Xiaoyue packed lunch for her from the cafeteria and left it in the break room.

During the lunch break, there were quite a few doctors and nurses in the break room, chatting about the patients who had just been taken to surgery.

Zhu Xi went in and tossed her dirty white coat aside.

Looking at the food in the cafeteria, he sighed, "Sure enough, it's like cattle and horses eating grass! I feel like I'm being cuckolded!"

Xiaoyue chuckled, "President Zhu, these days vegetables are more expensive than meat, eat up!"

"I need to change my clothes!"

"It'll get cold soon."

"I can't stand eating like this either." Zhu Xi frowned and turned to leave.

Just as I turned around, something occurred to me.

He paused, then turned back and asked, "Is it my turn today?"

Xiaoyue nodded, "Your turn!"

Zhu Xi sighed helplessly, "What a tragedy! Why did I have to bet with Lao Wang and the others? They are attending physicians, with high salaries and much more money. I'm just a lowly resident doctor, what am I doing getting involved in this mess?"

She sighed as she took out her phone and quickly ordered dozens of cups of milk tea.

When making the payment, my heart ached and my hands trembled.

"Don't ask me to make that kind of bet again," she scoffed. "We're short on supplies!"

Xiaoyue rested her chin on her hand and said, "It's just a cup of milk tea. I didn't ask you to treat me to French food at Imperial View."

The doctor chimed in, "That's right, Mr. Zhu, we're just waiting to have a French meal at Imperial View."

Zhu Xi shook her head, "Once I pay off my mortgage, I'll eat it for you, not just one meal, but three meals a day, no, every day!"

Xiaoyue rubbed her hands together, her eyes lighting up. "Excuse me, but when will you be able to pay off your mortgage?"

Zhu Xi grinned mischievously, then did some quick calculations with her fingers, "About, roughly, perhaps, maybe another 29 and a half years! Let's wait patiently, we have plenty of time."

Xiaoyue: "Huh? My teeth were still okay back then!"

The doctor sighed, "I'd probably be a cadaver bathing in formaldehyde by then."

Zhu Xi shrugged. "Then it's up to fate."

"I personally and sincerely hope that everyone will live forever and never grow old."

As she talked and laughed, she left the duty room to go back to her dormitory to change her clothes.

Unexpectedly, I smelled that crisp scent again at the door.

She looked up, finally making up for the glance she had missed downstairs earlier.

The man's suit was crisp and his posture upright.

His gaze fell on her, distant and indifferent.

It was Zhou Yinghuai who followed.

"What brings you here?" She sniffed, then asked, "Was it you I bumped into?"

Zhou Yinghuai's chin sank, and he stared at the bloodstains remaining on her cuffs and hands.

Zhu Xi held her phone with her hands behind her back. "It's not mine. An ambulance brought in a car accident patient, and he was covered in blood."

Zhou Yinghuai nodded, showing no extra emotion.

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, looked down at the box he was carrying, and said, "Let's go to my dorm. I need to change my clothes."

"Okay." Zhou Yinghuai nodded and walked forward side by side with her.

Zhu Xi paused for a moment, then blurted out before she could think, "You're coming to our department to get your brain checked?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, gave an awkward laugh, and said, "Looking at me?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "On the way."

Zhu Xi: "Oh."

The two first met on the day they got their marriage certificate.

The second time was a week later when he delivered her a custom-made wedding ring. At the entrance of her residential complex, he said a few words to her.

They are: Here you go, it's suitable.

This is the third time.

She wasn't wearing the ring; although it fit, it wasn't convenient for work.

Zhu Xi spends six out of seven days a week in the hospital, day and night.

She has to handle everything in the department, big and small.

The greeting "General Manager Zhu" sounds nice, but it carries a lot of heartache.

This is another path that doctors must take.

Zhou Yinghuai was extremely busy. His father had basically retired, and he was in charge of the entire Dazhou Group, so he didn't have time to meet her.

Neither of them had time, which may have been a key factor in bringing about this marriage.

"My dorm room is very small." She said softly, but Zhou Yinghuai understood the unspoken meaning.

He said, "Well, I'll stay for a bit and then leave."

Soon, she arrived at her dormitory, which was located at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Yinghuai stopped at the door. "Change your clothes first."

Zhu Xi smiled, grateful for his thoughtfulness and politeness, and said, "Thank you."

She quickly changed her top, not wanting to keep her strange husband waiting too long.

He noticed she was wearing a loose T-shirt with a cute dog head on the front.

The T-shirt was a bit too big, covering my hips.

Beneath the swaying hem of her dress were her straight and slender legs.

Gone is the gentleness from before, replaced by a touch of cuteness; her face is pale and delicate. "Come in."

When Zhou Yinghuai first came to her dormitory, he quickly looked around.

It was a very small room with the window half open, letting in a breeze.

Besides a bunk bed, there was a small desk and a slightly worn-out chair.

All that was left was a small refrigerator that had been crammed in, and a microwave oven stacked on top of it.

The room was cramped, but it had everything it needed, though it was a bit messy.

His deep gaze fell on her bed, and he frowned almost imperceptibly.

The discomfort caused by the mess was fleeting, and things quickly returned to normal.

He placed the food box he had brought for her on the small corner of the desk, saying, "Your aunt asked me to bring this to you."

"Aunt?"

"Your mother."

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, quite surprised. "My mother contacted you?"

Zhou Yinghuai shook his head and reminded her, "Put it in the refrigerator first, the temperature is high these days."

Zhu Xi took out alcohol wipes to clean her hands, looking very focused.

Zhou Yinghuai understood the nature of her work. "Go wash up. I'm not in a hurry."

Zhu Xi said "Oh," and the dog's head disappeared in a flash.

If Zhou Yinghuai hadn't come uninvited, and she wasn't afraid of wasting even a second of his precious time, she would have washed her hands long ago.

Zhu Xi went to wash her hands, and Zhou Yinghuai paused for half a second before reaching out to pull out an alcohol wipe to clean his hands.

I opened the refrigerator and put all the food I brought into the refrigerator.

As Zhu Xi's mother had specifically instructed, he took it out separately and placed it aside.

When Zhu Xi returned, rubbing his hands together, everything except the bed was much tidier.

Zhu Xi was taken aback, but raised an eyebrow without making a sound.

This man is surprisingly hardworking!

Zhou Yinghuai threw the wet wipes he had used to wipe the table into the trash can, pointed to the lunchbox next to him, and said, "Auntie told me to make sure you finish eating."

Zhu Xi kicked the dormitory door shut with her right foot, saying easily, "You don't have to be so obedient."

She pushed the chair towards him, gesturing for him to sit, while she leaned against the table, looking languid and relaxed, "because I'm not exactly obedient either."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

Zhu Xi shrugged again, opened the lunchbox and took a look.

Stir-fried pork liver, my mom's cooking, I have to watch her eat it all.

Zhou Yinghuai did not sit down, but stood next to the refrigerator.

The already cramped space became even more oppressive. Zhu Xi pinched a piece of food right in front of him, without using chopsticks.

He seemed indifferent, as if he could get away with it.

"Did you go to the Yu family's house?" she asked.

"Um."

The atmosphere was somewhat subtle, but Zhou Yinghuai remained as calm as he had been during their previous two meetings.

"Your sister is back!" he said.

"Oh, then let's get a divorce."