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

"I am here."

Zhou Yinghuai answered the phone and hurriedly got out of the car.

The driver behind kept sighing, "Why is the boss getting more and more impatient?"

Zhu Xi held her phone and looked around. Finally, in the rustling crowd returning from her evening walk, she found a white shirt that could put her mind at ease.

White shirt and trousers, neat and crisp.

Soon, amidst the sweltering, unpleasant smell, she caught Zhou Yinghuai's unique, cool and refreshing fragrance.

The sound of breathing through the earpiece mingled with earnest inquiries.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

The two sounds overlapped, with a discrepancy of about a millisecond.

She looked up and saw a hint of joy in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes.

The two people, facing each other, each held their phone, one on each side. The phone was still in use.

"Zhu Xi, I'm here."

Zhu Xi heard the slightly overlapping phrase twice.

One touches the heart, another touches the ear.

Zhu Xi exhaled, hung up the phone a second before him, and twisted his broad shoulder, "Give me a ride, the hospital urgently needs help."

"oh."

Zhou Yinghuai misunderstood.

She wasn't trying to make up for the unspoken goodnight.

He assumed that Zhu Xi, like her, was in a hurry to find him to make up for the regret of not saying goodnight earlier.

Unexpectedly, she was using him as a personal chauffeur.

The two were quite different in height, and Zhu Xi had some difficulty pushing him.

She said reproachfully, "Are you making things difficult for me?"

Zhou Yinghuai snapped out of his reverie, realizing his wandering thoughts, and explained, "No."

The two walked against the flow of people returning home and quickly arrived at the car.

The driver, who was waiting behind the driver's seat, opened the door discreetly and said, "Madam."

Zhu Xi smiled and said, "Master Bai, there has been a serious car accident. I would appreciate it if you could give me a ride."

The driver nodded, not looking at his boss, "You're too kind, madam."

Zhu Xi got into the car first, quickly moved to the right, and urged Zhou Yinghuai, "Hurry up!"

Zhou Yinghuai followed her lead, got into the car, and closed the door. "Let's go."

On the way to the hospital, Mr. Bai drove as fast as possible.

Zhu Xi was constantly sending messages, both voice and text; she was very busy.

Zhou Yinghuai couldn't help, and seeing the dress she was wearing, he asked, "Zhu Xi, isn't this dress a bit inconvenient?"

Zhu Xi's gaze lingered on the hem of her skirt for a second before quickly looking away. "Hmm."

"But it's okay," she said, turning her head to look at him. "I have a change of clothes in my dorm."

Zhou Yinghuai seemed to have heard the driver say that she often brought dirty clothes home, but he didn't notice that she brought clean clothes back to the hospital.

Seeing her still so certain, Zhou Yinghuai nodded. "What can I do to help you?"

Zhu Xi frowned, tilted her head slightly in thought for a second, and said, "Go back to sleep."

She laughed, "I don't want to see you registered as a god one day."

Hearing her joke, Zhou Yinghuai's tense nerves and regret for not saying goodnight slowly faded away. "I'll listen to the doctor."

Zhu Xi patted him on the shoulder. Even if a good man is sick and hospitalized, he is still the type that medical workers like.

Decent and cultured, obedient and not troublesome.

Soon, the car entered the hospital gate.

Zhu Xi was on the phone with Director Hao and couldn't tell Master Bai to go directly to the emergency room.

Zhou Yinghuai saw her beckoning gesture.

"Go to the emergency room," he said, then looked at her without saying anything more.

Zhu Xi paused for half a second, then unbuckled her seatbelt. "Director, I've arrived."

At the emergency room entrance, the headlights of the ambulance were blinding.

Zhu Xi opened the car door without turning her head, "You don't need to get out of the car, hurry up and leave, the car is blocking the ambulance behind you."

Zhou Yinghuai abruptly pulled back the foot he had already stepped out, watching helplessly as Zhu Xi disappeared through the emergency room entrance.

Helpless, he said to the driver, "Let's go."

Old Bai suppressed a laugh; today was truly lively.

This was the first time I'd ever seen my boss get the short end of the stick in front of anyone other than the young lady.

Old Bai gripped the steering wheel, unable to keep his eyes straight ahead.

He glanced at the rearview mirror occasionally, and sure enough, the boss, without his wife, had reverted to being a money-making machine.

Old Bai once heard Zhou's mother complain about her son, saying that the boss was a blockhead who only knew how to make money and deserved to be single and unloved.

The boss before getting the marriage certificate might have been like that, but the boss now...

Old Bai recalled the scene he witnessed when he went to deliver something to the cave entrance that afternoon.

Zhou Yinghuai squatted down next to Zhu Xi, their clear images reflected on the surface of the pool.

But in Zhou Yinghuai's deep eyes, there was clearly more tenderness and something else.

It was a cautious desire to get closer, yet also a fear of disturbing her by not being able to weigh the consequences.

Thinking about all this, Lao Bai couldn't help but look at his boss again.

Upon closer inspection, they were caught red-handed.

Zhou Yinghuai asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

Old Bai immediately shook his head, sat up straight, and focused on driving. "It's nothing."

Zhou Yinghuai, with his sleeves rolled up, heard his phone ring as it was placed in the folded-down center console.

It's still a blessing.

He answered the phone, "Hmm?"

It was chaotic on the other end of the line; shouts, cries, and the beeping of machines were all mixed together.

Zhou Yinghuai switched hands to hold the phone. "Congratulations?"

"Hey." Zhu Xi leaned closer to the phone the nurse was holding. "Zhou Yinghuai, could you please go to my house and get me a few sets of clothes?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Hmm."

Zhu Xi paused for two seconds while stopping the patient's bleeding, then said, "The password is my brother's birthday. The clothes are in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. Get the T-shirt and trousers."

Having made her point clear, she decisively told the nurse, "Hang up."

Zhou Yinghuai listened to the dial tone with a sense of helplessness.

Should we bring underwear too?

However, at the intersection ahead where he should have gone straight, Mr. Bai turned off his left turn signal.

He then proactively explained, "This way is closer to my wife's house."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

-

The hospital emergency room was in a flurry of activity, with doctors from all departments present.

Inspections, triage, everyone busy with their own tasks.

The top officials of each department were basically recalled urgently, and of course, there were also those like Zhu Xi, who were utterly wronged and unworthy.

The antique cell phone in that department, which had only been sold for a day, was returned to her.

Contact the operating room and plan the department's beds.

Zhu Xi didn't even have time to go upstairs to change her clothes, so she put on the white coat that Le Zhi had brought for her when she came downstairs.

The two had a fairly pleasant first collaboration.

Although Lezhi still occasionally messes up.

Zhu Xi yelled at her, and she just nodded reluctantly and immediately corrected herself.

After most of the patients brought in by ambulances had been diverted, Zhu Xi sat in a chair in the emergency room, lost in thought.

At this moment, she looked tired, her posture was disheveled, and she looked very lifeless.

Lezhishi wasn't much better off; he sat opposite her and nudged Zhu Xi's shoe.

"Feed".

Zhu Xi was so tired that she didn't want to move her eyelids or pay attention to her.

When Lezhi was rebuffed, he kicked her again.

Zhu Xi lifted her eyelids irritably, and asked impatiently, "What?"

"Your designer white dress is ruined."

Zhu Xi lowered her eyes, lifted the hem of her white coat, and glanced at the blood-stained skirt.

Indifferent, uncaring.

Lezhi laughed wearily, "You're really extravagant now, spending tens of thousands on a dress without batting an eye."

Zhu Xi wasn't extravagant; her mind was blank, and she didn't want to think about anything.

"Zhu Xi, where are all those cheap T-shirts in your dorm room? Not a single one left."

Lezhi grinned mischievously and kicked her shoe again, "Did you hook up with a rich guy or win the lottery?"

Zhu Xi scoffed.