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

The simple phrase "little lady" successfully offset Zhu Xi's faint sense of guilt.

Zhou Yinghuai shifted his foot slightly and tentatively asked, "President Zhu, should I go to the radiology department for an X-ray?"

Zhu Xi frowned, ignoring the bottle of liquid that had rolled under the table, and also ignoring the two large bags of the same towels in her dorm room.

She slid back a little, her bottom sticking to the chair, and the space became wider.

Zhou Yinghuai kept his eyes following her movements, observing her expression and paying attention to her micro-expressions.

Zhu Xi bent over and stared at his instep for a long time.

The waiting time is relatively short compared to a regular outpatient appointment.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a patient may not even have time to recount their symptoms and discomfort.

In that brief moment, Zhu Xi frequently looked up and down.

Finally, under Zhou Yinghuai's smiling gaze, he began to examine her through observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.

The doctor asked, "Does it hurt?"

Patient Zhou nodded, "It hurts."

Doctor, is the pain throbbing or aching?

Patient Zhou couldn't quite describe it, but his vocabulary was surprisingly novel: "Well, it's not that at all. It's more like the pain of being misunderstood."

"Oh, I see."

Zhu Xi symbolically shook out his well-ironed, flattering trouser legs.

"How about this?"

"not good."

She moved again, pressing her two fingers together against the surface of his shoe.

He asked with feigned seriousness, "And how about this?"

"It's still not good."

The doctor stopped, simmered for three seconds, and said, "My initial assessment is that you're a paper doll."

Patient Zhou: "?"

"It's still an exposed paper doll, weathered for thirty years. As for its fragility, it would crumble in the wind."

Zhou Yinghuai detected the sarcasm and mockery in her words. "That bad?"

Zhu Xi nodded, turned and went to wash her hands by the door. "A little. But is there anyone worse off than you, patient?"

Zhou Yinghuai didn't follow her movements, nor did he take it upon himself to help her wash her hands.

Instead, he bent down and pulled out the culprit from deep under the table, placing it on her side.

"Who is it?" He put it down and picked it up again, unscrewed the cap and put it back down.

Zhu Xi walked by with water dripping from her hands, then flicked her pinky finger.

The tiny water droplets, like shooting stars, all landed in Zhou Yinghuai's smiling eyes.

In an instant, countless tiny sparks of happiness burst forth, growing into the skin and flesh, merging into the blood, and surging through the limbs and bones.

Zhu Xi took a sip of lime juice; the coolness lessened, and the taste was just right.

She stood there, looking down at him with an air of arrogance, "Your wife!"

Zhou Yinghuai laughed loudly.

Zhu Xi put down the lime juice, sat down again, and sat next to him.

"What? The patient doesn't have any family members?"

"I have family members." Zhou Yinghuai handed her a pair of chopsticks, as if he had something difficult to say.

Pressing her advantage, Zhu Xi kindly placed a piece of sweet and sour fish in his bowl and dish, "What kind of portrait does the paper doll of the old and frail have for its family member?"

Similarly, Zhou Yinghuai also gave her a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, emphasizing first, "Thirty years old is not old, don't always say I'm old."

Zhu Xi ignored her.

He continued, "The family members are beautiful, as beautiful as fairies, like figures from a painting, like an AI-generated female lead!"

Zhu Xi: "Oh?"

Zhou Yinghuai paused for a moment, ate the sweet and sour fish, and savored the flavor.

Slowly shifting her gaze from Zhu Xi's puffed-out cheeks to the green roses on the windowsill.

The petals are pure and beautiful, the green leaves are delicate, and the thorns are menacing.

My wife is three years younger than me, and we're deeply in love. She's arrogant and domineering, yet also incredibly shrewd. She's passionate and beautiful, yet also reserved and quiet. She has so many charms that I'm always overwhelmed.

"Moreover, she has a pair of eyes that captivate me and make me unable to extricate myself. Those eyes are clear and bright, with the innocence of a child and the allure of a mature woman. In those eyes, I see a galaxy of stars and the lights of countless homes."

Zhu Xi chewed slower and slower.

Zhou Yinghuai, oblivious to her blushing face, kept the redness to himself and continued his declaration of love, "My wife is prosperous and fulfilled, while I am barren and empty. Meeting her made me realize that all the beauty in the world is connected to her."

Now, the green rosebuds have fully bloomed.

A bite of tomato and egg went down Zhu Xi's esophagus.

As I drank, all I could smell was the sweetness and rich fragrance of green roses.

Zhu Xi put down her chopsticks, a hint of amusement creeping into Zhou Yinghuai's deliberately exaggerated eyes.

She raised an eyebrow, ignoring the burning blush and emotion on her cheeks, and said, "Then your problem isn't just in your feet, patient."

Zhou Yinghuai suddenly moved closer, and the scents of the two mingled, making the fine hairs and freckles on each other's faces clearer, even taking on a flirtatious air.

"Please advise, Dr. Zhu."

Zhu Xi smiled slightly, "That depends on where the patient wants to go first."

"There's still a choice?"

"Of course." Zhu Xi smiled again. "If we go to the orthopedics department first, the whole hospital will be bustling. If we go to the neurosurgery department first, I'll be the one in trouble."

Zhou Yinghuai sighed openly, then deliberately raised his hand and closed her mouth, which could both infuriate and kill someone with a kiss.

Zhu Xi slapped his hand away, "Orthopedic doctors love a good spectacle; they're veritable gossip hubs. Their information spreads faster than SF Express!"

Orthopedic doctors love to gossip, which is not unusual in any hospital.

Zhou Yinghuai also has doctor friends, so he doesn't find these things particularly unusual.

However, the words came out of Zhu Xi's mouth, which added a touch of humor.

How does the orthopedics department spread the word?

Zhu Xi paused, thought for a few seconds, and gave the most "vodka-like" version.

"They'd probably say that you came back from your business trip and kindly visited me in the hospital. You happened to see me chatting and laughing intimately with another man. In a fit of anger, you came up and beat him up. And I, instead of taking your side, led the charge in accusing you of being rude and disruptive."

As a result, Zhou Yinghuai was injured by the falling object.

As a result, injuries that are not even minor scratches are exaggerated and sensationalized.

Zhu Xi stomped on his foot. "In the end, they'll probably announce you'll have your legs amputated below the waist! As for me, I'll just divorce you and go find happiness and sexual fulfillment for the rest of my life!"

Zhou Yinghuai's lips twitched as the atomic bomb exploded above his head, creating two mushroom clouds.

The area within a radius of a hundred miles was completely destroyed.

Black smoke billowed into the sky, and yellow sand ravaged the city.

He advised Zhu Xi to uninstall those short drama apps, but Zhu Xi refused.

This refusal was something even the neurosurgeon didn't want to hear anymore.

Zhu Xi did not let him off the hook.

"Neurosurgery is relatively simple. It's like we were in the dorm, all lovey-dovey, and you were very capable and physically strong. Then the bed collapsed, and you injured your foot. You didn't give up despite the minor injury, and by the time you went to get your brain and foot injuries checked, your brain was ruined, your body was ruined, and your foot had to be amputated."

In summary, a bottle of lime juice severed Zhou Yinghuai's life and his lower body.

Zhou Yinghuai said sullenly, "Let's eat, the food is getting cold."

Zhu Xi took another sip of lime juice and ate two more bites of tomato and egg.

Then he added, "I still need to get a CT scan later."

Why?

"You're so good with words, I'll have to see if you actually have my name, Zhu Xi, etched in your heart."

Zhou Yinghuai put some food on her plate, asking, "What if there is?"

Zhu Xi tilted her head and smiled, "I'll strip naked and wait for you."

"What if there isn't?"

Zhu Xi squinted, "I cut off the lower half of my life."

She did it on purpose; "sheng" became "shen".