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

Zhou Yinghuai appeared before Zhu Xi in a very dashing manner after Zhu Xi finished her morning rounds.

It just so happens that Zhu Xi is being given pointers by Director Hao.

Zhu Xi was already used to it; the old man had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. The more he argued, the more attractive the surgery he would offer afterwards.

She obediently followed her teacher's instructions, her head bowed, her shoe tips poking at the corner of the wall.

Her high ponytail cascaded over her slender swan neck, the contrast of black and white making her quite eye-catching.

Seeing that the momentum of the promotion was getting stronger and stronger and showed no signs of weakening, Zhou Yinghuai stepped forward, ready to rescue his wife.

He had come full of passion to confess what he had seen in the past to her, but now that Director Hao was stopping him, Zhou Yinghuai couldn't help himself.

She had only taken one step when she was seen waving her hand frantically behind her back.

It turned out she had seen him all along.

Zhou Yinghuai stopped and stood at the corner, gently watching her hands count down for him.

He stared at her "ok" and counted along with her movements.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man tapped her on the forehead, turned around, and left.

Zhu Xi jumped up and down, craning her neck to wave goodbye, and shouted, "I'll send you the surgical plan tonight."

Just then, Zhou Yinghuai stepped forward, and without saying a word, Zhu Xi grabbed his wrist and pushed him into an empty office.

Their arms were intertwined. Zhu Xi, with her clear and bright eyes, smiled without fading. "What brings you here?"

Zhou Yinghuai held her elbow in his palm and pulled her into his arms. "I was on my way to run some errands and just happened to be passing by the hospital."

He stared into her beautiful eyes as he answered her, and then magically produced a strawberry gummy from his pocket.

"I can't expect you to be saving lives while still thinking about me." Zhou Yinghuai had recently developed a penchant for saying things that made people blush. "The medicinal ingredient has come to your door willingly; are you satisfied, Mr. Zhu?"

Zhu Xi clicked her tongue, tore open the strawberry gummy candy, and stuffed it into her mouth.

The strawberry flavor is sweet, but not cloying.

She chewed a few times, her eyes bloodshot from staying up all night, and met Zhou Yinghuai's teasing gaze with a nonchalant air. "Wearing so many layers, what kind of medicinal ingredient am I? All pretense!"

Zhou Yinghuai smiled and grabbed her wrist, placing it on the buttons of his shirt.

Zhu Xi scoffed, her words contradicting her true feelings, "What? Trying to take something out of a bag?"

Zhou Yinghuai tapped her forehead with his fingertip. "I'll do it."

"No." Zhu Xi hopped around his neck, playfully whining, "I have to go to the ward later, time is tight."

"Um."

"So, what exactly did you come here for?"

Zhu Xi grinned mischievously. After Zhou Yinghuai left last night, she asked Chen Nan for a copy of Zhou Yinghuai's itinerary.

"Zhou Yinghuai, I know you have to go to a company meeting early this morning." She hooked his chin. "Brother, where exactly are you going that you happen to pass by the hospital?"

When his little scheme was exposed, Zhou Yinghuai remained unfazed, his smile only deepening.

"Oh, I've been found out." He admitted, "I came here on purpose."

"What are you here for?"

Here's a lollipop for you.

Zhu Xi: "I ate it."

"There are others."

Zhou Yinghuai kissed her on the lips, then took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from another pocket.

Zhu Xi tore it open, and the strawberry flavor melted in her mouth.

"Then you can leave now." She urged him to leave. "You've given what you needed to give, and you've eaten what you needed to eat..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yinghuai had already taken away most of the sweet aroma of strawberries.

"Hmm." Zhu Xi was generous and offered it to him.

A passionate kiss, their love so intense it's hard to let go.

Zhou Yinghuai, holding her hips, spared a moment of his attention and didn't take out the photo.

After the kiss, Zhu Xi was still clinging to him, a blush spreading across her fair face.

She was out of breath, her palms resting on his shoulder. "I really should go."

"Um."

Zhu Xi pressed her forehead against his, a smile playing on her lips, her tone tender and reproachful, "No, I won't let you come anymore, you're not allowed to come!"

Zhou Yinghuai smiled faintly, "Sister Xi, have I been relegated to the sidelines?"

Zhu Xi swung her legs and jumped off him.

After straightening his white coat and taking a few deep breaths, he declared, "I want to be the dean!"

If one's Dao heart collapses, how can one continue to serve as the dean?

Male beauty can be misleading; Zhu Xi must not let male beauty cloud her judgment.

Zhou Yinghuai tidied her ponytail, and the lollipop he had given her had already melted in his mouth, leaving only a trace of sweetness.

He put the plastic stick back into his pocket after it was placed in the torn packaging bag.

"Then I'll be more sensible," he said ambiguously, pressing his earlobe against her flushed earlobe. "I'll wait until the grapes are ripe."

Zhu Xi's watery eyes suddenly widened, and she smiled silently, "Okay."

-

The two were separated for a full six days.

In those six days, Zhu Xi and Zhou Yinghuai only met twice.

Fanzhou Technology suddenly had a small matter that required him to go to Hangzhou.

Zhu Xi felt unlucky, having to go on a business trip again out of nowhere.

She also felt somewhat "lucky" because she actually saw He Mianxin three times in the hospital in six days.

The mother and daughter met by chance in the emergency room lobby.

Zhu Xi came for a consultation and saw Yu Qinghuan unconscious, and He Mianxin standing by with a worried expression.

"Xi Xi." He Mianxin called out to her, but Yu Qinghuan's hand, which was being held tightly, did not let go.

Zhu Xi put her hands in the pockets of her white coat, her eyes calm, showing neither sadness nor emotion. "You're busy, I'll come for the consultation."

As she spoke, she nodded slightly, fulfilling the proper etiquette for congratulating her.

Turn around and leave without looking back.

He didn't even look at He Mianxin's ridiculous and shallow look of guilt.

The patient requiring consultation was outside the three cots. Zhu Xi wore a mask, and her exposed eyes appeared somewhat indifferent, yet very professional.

At this distance, neither too close nor too far, He Mianxin could clearly see her expression, as well as every inquiry and inspection instruction she gave.

The medical staff worked together seamlessly, and Zhu Xi was able to determine the cause of her illness in less than ten minutes.

"Observe for another day. If there is still no improvement, a second surgery will be necessary."

The patient's family expressed their gratitude, and Zhu Xi reassured them gently, "This kind of postoperative situation is very common, don't worry. The probability of needing surgery is very small."

She paused, then said casually, "I'll let you in on a secret: Director Hao is practically a genius at performing this surgery."

Upon hearing this, the patient's family members finally felt relieved.

Zhu Xi smiled and left.

At the emergency room nurses' station, Zhu Xi wrote down the doctor's orders and prescribed oral medication.

"Dr. Zhu, that lady seems to be waiting for you," the nurse kindly reminded him. "She's been watching you."

Zhu Xi had already caught a glimpse of He Mianxin waiting to the side, her pen still in her hand, and said, "She's not my sister."

She stopped writing, closed the medical record book, looked up, and said in a flat but sarcastic tone, "That's my mother."

The nurse exclaimed in surprise, "You've taken such good care of yourself!"

"Hey, Dr. Zhu, was the woman brought in last night your sister? Your mom stayed up most of the night watching over her."

"I only have an older brother, no sisters." Zhu Xi turned her head to look at her, her expression distant and polite. "She is indeed a good role model, not much different from when I saw her when I was 5 or 6 years old."

She put the pen back in her breast pocket and slowly walked over.

"Is something the matter?" she asked.

He Mianxin held several tissues in her hand, wiping her forehead frequently.

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow; what a coincidence this day.

She had stayed up all night, and her face was covered in red veins.

Zhou Yinghuai didn't seem to sleep well either, as did Youmu Haishen.

Now, looking at He Mianxin, her red veins are also very prominent.

"It must have been hard taking care of Yu Qinghuan," she smiled. "The emergency room staff are very professional; it doesn't matter whether family members are there or not."

He Mianxin stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve. "Xixi, persuade your brother to call Qingge back."