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

I don't know where Lezhishi got such strength, but he grabbed Zhuxi and started walking forward.

Zhu Xi frowned, nearly dropping her phone to the ground.

In her haste to leave, she didn't look at the screen and naturally couldn't imagine how complicated Zhou Yinghuai's expression would be upon receiving the WeChat message.

Zhu Xi was still unaware of what was happening. She took the opportunity to criticize Lezhi Shi, saying, "You didn't bring toilet paper again and didn't flush the toilet to make someone else wipe your butt? Lezhi Shi, I'm not interested in you if you don't have flowers on your butt."

Her arms were held tightly by Lezhi, and she couldn't break free, so she could only try to gain an advantage verbally.

Lezhi finally slowed her pace, loosened her grip, and stubbornly argued, "I'm not as dirty as you say!"

Zhu Xi laughed at her, saying she really didn't need to be modest, "We entered the department together, and since our internships, haven't I cleaned up your messes countless times?"

When you are happy, you know your own limitations.

Seeing her silence, Zhu Xi smiled and said, "Speak, what is it?"

Lezhi paused for a moment, then said, "It's that new guy."

"Make it clear, is the new patient still a spoiled doctor like you?" Zhu Xi could guess that it was most likely the same patient's family member causing trouble.

The ailing senior expert was suffering from trigeminal neuralgia and was lacking in energy. Zhu Xi always felt that the old man was not a troublemaker.

Arrogance and domineering behavior often stems from family members.

Lezhi pulled the person aside again, "Right now, the lowest-ranking official in that ward is our director. Think about it yourself!"

Zhu Xi's heart skipped a beat; her illusions about the old expert shattered, and she felt an overwhelming sense of pressure.

She sighed, "Let's go."

Lezhi followed behind her, asking, "Aren't you nervous?"

Zhu Xi glanced at her and said, "Why would I be nervous? This level of surgery definitely doesn't require me."

After saying that, she added insult to injury, "Of course you won't get a chance. Even if your nouveau riche father donates something to the hospital, you still won't get a chance to show your face!"

"But can you stand the attitude of the family members?" Lezhishi consciously ignored the second half of her sentence.

Zhu Xi smiled, her eyes revealing a hidden amusement.

So what if cattle and horses can't stand it? Haven't they suffered enough humiliation already?

As the two were talking, they arrived at the ward.

Lezhi pushed Zhu Xi forward a little.

Zhu Xi glared at her coldly, straightened her white coat, and magically produced a mask, which she then put on.

Under the watchful eyes of Lezhi, who was clearly disappointed, and of me, who hadn't thought of this before, I gently pushed open the ward door.

After entering, he only took two small steps and did not go forward, but first nodded to the leaders of the academy.

He then said to his supervisor, "Teacher, you wanted to see me!"

Lezhishi, whose professional skills were not as good as hers and who forgot to wear a mask, behaved herself this time, standing behind her without arguing or fighting.

Director Hao beckoned her forward and introduced her, "This is Zhu Xi, the chief resident. You can talk to her if you need anything."

Upon hearing this, the look in her eyes peeking out from behind her mask instantly turned cold, and Zhu Xi remained calm as usual.

She looked around the room; the girl she had just seen was not there. The family members standing in the ward now were two men.

The slightly taller one looked familiar to Zhu Xi, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.

The man standing at the foot of the bed stared at her name tag and recognized her first. "How could I forget? Qinghua's youngest daughter works at the Department of Neurology."

Seeing that she still looked confused, Director Hao said, "Mr. Wen Ming, your sister's cousin."

Zhu Xi remembered it too.

This is Yu Qingge's uncle.

Yu Qingge's parents' divorce was not very amicable, so the two families did not have much contact and rarely met.

Only once, after Yu Qingge took over all the business of Zhongyu Group, the Wen family came to the Yu family for a meal to express their congratulations.

Perhaps it was also to support his niece; the event was quite grand that day.

Zhu Xi was also required by her mother, He Mianxin, to attend, and to dress up in her finest attire.

It was her first time wearing haute couture: a white French satin dress and custom-made jewelry.

Zhu Xi only showed her face briefly before slipping away in the chaos, but they still had a chance to meet.

Zhu Xi had no intention of associating with such a roundabout, nonexistent relative, so she didn't use her brainpower on it.

Out of politeness, as a junior, she nodded slightly and greeted him again.

The dean smiled and said, "Since we have this connection, Mr. Wen can rest assured. Once Mr. Wen has completed his examinations and the surgical criteria are met, we will proceed with the surgery immediately."

Wen Ming thanked him politely and asked a few other questions.

Against the backdrop, Zhu Xi and Le Zhishi stood in the corner, listening to instructions and taking notes.

Zhu Xi didn't deliberately look at the two filial sons standing by the bed, but she could feel their scrutinizing gazes.

Meanwhile, at the President's Office of Dazhou Group.

The brief meeting, hastily convened by Zhou Yinghuai, was forced to end after only a few minutes.

The attendees only saw their boss's WeChat flash once.

Then the boss picked it up and glanced at it, and the meeting was paused the next second.

I've never seen a boss like this before.

On his way to the hospital, Zhou Yinghuai stopped at a convenience store and carefully selected items at the checkout counter.

The cashier leaned closer, her smile enigmatic. "Would you like me to introduce you to something?"

Zhou Yinghuai politely declined, saying, "No need."

As he spoke, he took the largest size, paid, and left under the cashier's amused and slightly smiling gaze.

Neon lights flash, occasionally illuminating words like "hyaluronic acid" or "ultra-thin".

Zhou Yinghuai turned the square box, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

When they arrived at the hospital building, the driver parked the car at the main entrance as usual.

Zhou Yinghuai looked at the surrounding light, pursed his thin lips, and said, "Go to the back."

In the corner behind the hospital building, the lights were dim and there wasn't a single car in sight.

Zhou Yinghuai got out of the car. "Leave the car for me, you can go home now."

The driver nodded and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Zhou Yinghuai stood by the car for a while, then went upstairs.

He knocked lightly on the door of Zhu Xi's dormitory, but no one answered.

The key was held between my fingers, not yet inserted into the lock, when a faint, pleasant scent of jasmine wafted from behind me, and my footsteps became light and cheerful.

Zhu Xi's temples were damp, her left hand holding a washbasin against her waist, her right hand wiping the water from her face, her wet eyelashes unable to conceal her bright eyes, "You came pretty quickly."

Seeing Zhou Yinghuai's long, strong fingers, adorned with a wedding ring, holding the key, she raised an eyebrow and said, "Your fingers are so long."

Zhou Yinghuai: "..."

"I didn't lock the door," she continued.

Zhou Yinghuai took the keys back and put them in his pocket. "Have you washed up?"

Zhu Xi nodded. "Isn't it obvious?"

She smiled, took a step towards him, her starry eyes sparkling with anticipation, and asked, "Did you buy it?"

Zhou Yinghuai felt a tightness in his throat as she stared at him, and for the first time truly understood the meaning of her words: "The doctor's jokes are too outrageous."

Unexpectedly, she was so open-minded and frank about matters between men and women.

He reached into his pocket and found a box. "I bought some."

Zhu Xi's smile deepened. "It's alright, that's enough."

She smelled that refreshing scent again, and all her fatigue from the day vanished.

"Come in, the sooner it's over, the better."

"Should we go straight to it?" Zhou Yinghuai asked, unusually hesitant.

She turned sideways, opened the dormitory door, and said, "What are we waiting for? Shall we play some music to liven things up?"

Zhou Yinghuai watched as she put the washbasin aside and stammered, "I haven't washed yet."

Zhu Xi: "It's okay, I have wet wipes here."

Zhou Yinghuai: "Just wipe it, okay?"

Zhu Xi turned to look at him, and asked in confusion, "Do you want to use hand sanitizer?"

Zhou Yinghuai glanced down at himself. "Hand soap is not as good as shower gel."

"Why are you using shower gel to wash your hands?" Her gaze shifted downwards, finally noticing his empty hands. "Didn't we already buy some?"

"I bought it." Zhou Yinghuai took it out of his pocket, and the hyaluronic acid and ultra-thin material were fully displayed under the light.

Before he could introduce the brand, Zhu Xi, who was applying skincare products with her back to him, asked, "Did you order takeout? When will it arrive? I'm starving."

Zhou Yinghuai: "?"

After not hearing a reply for a long time, Zhu Xi flicked her fingertips as she applied eye cream, then turned around and saw what he was holding.

The music stopped, and the dormitory fell into a deathly silence.

A breeze blows in, carrying the sweet scent of roses.

Zhu Xi kept her red lips tightly closed, her eyes darting around.

Zhou Yinghuai's hand froze in mid-air, his once deep and gentle face cracking into a deep crevice. "You said you needed me, I thought..."

Zhu Xi's eyebrows twitched slightly. "I need you?"

"Yes, it's the WeChat message you sent."

She puffed out her cheeks and opened her phone, which was charging, with a face full of question marks.

He died on the spot.

Zhu Xi stared at the four words "I need you," her cheeks flushing.

Her face, shattered by the night wind, lay scattered on the ground.

"Sorry, someone was looking for me at the time, and I didn't finish sending the message; I missed two words," Zhu Xi repeated her original meaning, "I need your food."

The two never had any public communication about matters of the heart.

This blunder was far too ridiculous.

Zhu Xi put away her phone, bolder and more direct than him, "As for our intimate moments, if you'd like, could we do it on a day I'm off?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "?"