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

"Ah Xing?" Zhu Xi chuckled, the fatigue from a morning of outpatient work disappearing from her brow.

She glanced at the translucent green bottle, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Good tea."

She didn't expect Liang Chenxing to come, especially without prior notice.

The gift Liang Chenxing brought was insignificant, but Zhu Xi enjoyed the tea.

Not sweet, with a light fragrance.

On her home turf, Zhu Xi, as the host, greeted, "Hello, Ms. Liang."

"Hello, Miss Zhu."

When addressed as Miss Zhu, Zhu Xi was unsure whether to be pleased or not.

She wouldn't be happy to be called Mrs. Zhou, but she also wouldn't be happy to be called Miss Zhu by Zhou Yinghuai's friends.

Zhu Xi leaned back in her chair, her eyelids slightly lifted, and said, "If you want me to check your brain, go outside and register with a nurse."

"If it's something else," she paused for a moment, "go find Zhou Yinghuai."

Liang Chenxing came prepared. "I have a very good mind. I had a full physical examination before returning to China and I am very healthy."

Looking at Zhu Xi's nonchalant demeanor, she felt as if a thousand-pound stone had been dropped into her heart.

Although I had seen Zhu Xi in videos and materials forwarded by various friends before, seeing her in person now, I feel that she is completely different from the one in the videos.

Liang Chenxing could only see Zhu Xi's clear and bright eyes that seemed to speak volumes.

With just one glance, she determined that Zhu Xi's vocabulary was completely different from the vocabulary that had been passed down to her from all directions.

A pang of sadness welled up inside her, but she maintained a composed demeanor. "Hello, Zhu Xi. I'm Liang Chenxing. I'm not here for treatment; I'm here to declare war on you."

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow again, stood up, and pressed her palm against the cap of the beverage bottle.

In an instant, a cool sensation spread through my palm.

"If you don't mind, wait for me at the door." She pointed to the computer. "I have two more accounts."

Liang Chenxing nodded generously, exuding a dashing air. Her jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail. "Are you going to treat me to some awful cafeteria food?"

Zhu Xi was both surprised and unsurprised. She admitted, "Thanks to Zhou Yinghuai, the hospital cafeteria has improved a lot recently. The chefs' skills are comparable to those of a five-star hotel."

Liang Chenxing waved his hand, "I'd like to try it even more."

After saying that, she turned around and said, "Declaring war won't affect your work."

Zhu Xi took out her phone, wanting to send something to Zhou Yinghuai.

The clinic door opened and closed, and soon a woman in her forties walked in.

As soon as Zhu Xi entered, she smelled a strong odor of ointment.

The scent forcibly pulled her back from Zhou Yinghuai and Liang Chenxing's thoughts.

Zhu Xi looked up and saw who it was.

The system contains the patient's personal information. This woman is 47 years old and lives in a rural area 100 kilometers away from Libei.

There is a suspected brain tumor.

They were transferred from the People's Hospital to the county-level hospital. The doctors there specifically asked that the fees be waived if possible.

Zhu Xi released the mouse and waited for her eldest sister to sit down.

The eldest sister looked unwell, with pale lips.

Zhu Xi paused for a moment, then pushed the drink Liang Chenxing had brought her toward her older sister.

Their eyes met, and the older woman lowered her gaze, her voice choked with sobs and sorrow, "Thank you, doctor."

Looking down, Zhu Xi saw her eldest sister's dry, gray hair, which was haphazardly tied back with a black rubber band.

She unscrewed the bottle and said softly, "Give me the film."

The older sister sipped her drink slowly, taking quite a while to recover.

Zhu Xi didn't urge them, but simply waved gently to the nurse who peeked in through the door, telling the last patient not to rush.

She looked at her older sister's worn but clean clothes, took out a pack of tissues from her pocket, and placed it next to her drink.

Suppressing the emotions welling up in his eyes, he turned to watch the film.

Oops.

It's a very troublesome tumor, located in an odd location and large in size.

She pursed her lips and waited for her eldest sister to calm down before Zhu Xi spoke.

"Where does it hurt?"

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A little past 12:30, Zhu Xi saw off the last patient at the outpatient clinic.

While I was washing my hands, Zhou Yinghuai called first.

Zhu Xi's wet fingers pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Congratulations?"

She hummed in agreement, the sound of running water continuing. "Why are you calling at this hour?"

Zhou Yinghuai was in the president's office of Dazhou Group, watching a video that he had specially forwarded in the middle of summer playing on his computer.

Liang Chenxing walked into the neurosurgery clinic with a smile, and came out again shortly afterward.

Zhou Yinghuai had no idea what was inside.

In the sweltering summer heat, he sat with his legs crossed, swaggering across from Zhou Yinghuai, watching the spectacle unfold.

"The wedding room is ready to move in." Zhou Yinghuai paused for a moment, ignoring Sheng Xiali's amused expression, and walked to the side with his phone in hand, pouring himself a cup of jasmine tea.

Zhu Xi turned off the water, folded two tissues to wipe her hands, and thought that outside, just a wall away, the rumored "Mrs. Zhou" was still waiting.

She smiled and said, "Okay, I can go out for three hours tomorrow night."

Zhou Yinghuai's gaze darkened, and then he heard, "Come pick me up tomorrow."

Zhu Xi picked up her phone, turned off the speakerphone, and held it to her ear.

You can faintly hear Zhou Yinghuai's breathing; it's very light and shallow.

It's as if he's right beside her, yet he doesn't bother her in any way.

"Zhou Yinghuai," she called his name, "A-Xing came to find me, just now."

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his eyes, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Zhu Xi didn't wait for him to speak, "I don't have time to go out at noon, I'm planning to take her to the cafeteria. If I've been impolite, please make amends for me later."

"Okay." Zhou Yinghuai turned around leisurely, calmly sat down in his boss's chair, and coldly glanced at Sheng Xiali, who was stuffed from eating too much. "Zhu Xi, this scumbag's brain is waterlogged. Can neurosurgery cure him?"

Zhu Xi raised an eyebrow, not understanding what he said.

She was clever and guessed something, so she went along with what he said, "Being too idle makes your brain water; you'll just be waiting to die."

Zhou Yinghuai's lips curled into a smile. "What about an accident?"

Zhu Xi: "I'll try my best to save her."

Having suffered a setback in the sweltering summer, the swaying crossed legs finally stopped.

She rolled her eyes at him, then got up and went to the tea table to pour herself a cup of tea.

Regardless of whether it's hot or cold, drink it all in one gulp.

Zhou Yinghuai tapped the table with two fingers together, "You've been busy all morning, go eat first. Your scumbag behavior isn't as important as your eating."

"oh."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Xi walked to the door and went to the cafeteria with Liang Chenxing.

Zhou Yinghuai continued to dance in the fragile heart of the sweltering summer, "What are we having for lunch? It's on me."

He muttered and cursed in the sweltering summer heat, "What's so smug about that!"

Zhou Yinghuai stroked the plain ring on his ring finger, his calm eyes revealing an undisguised sense of triumph.

In the sweltering summer heat, I couldn't stand Zhou Yinghuai's pathetic state.

"Mr. Zhou, this is not the way the Empress should react to your rumored girlfriend causing trouble."

Zhou Yinghuai's heart sank.

Zhu Xi's reaction...

"Zhu Xi and I never had any emotional foundation." Zhou Yinghuai remained rational and analyzed the situation clearly. "We have a long future ahead of us."

In the height of summer, she scoffed and said disdainfully, "You're always running to the hospital even when you're abroad. I thought you, Young Master Zhou, were deeply in love."

He stopped, fiddling with the floating ball on Zhou Yinghuai's desk. "Young Master, I don't think that girl Zhu Xi has a conscience. Don't end up crying, making a scene, or threatening suicide to beg for someone's love."

Having successfully turned the tide, Sheng Xiali continued to add insult to injury, "Speaking of which, my ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend also made a huge scene at me for a long time, crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide, just because a stranger hit on me."

"I had to buy her bags and more bags to win her over." He pounded his knuckles on the table, the thumping sounds echoing incessantly, each blow lashing at Zhou Yinghuai's barely calmed heart.

"Mr. Zhou, are you sure Mrs. Zhou really wants to be Mrs. Zhou?"

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