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

The distance between the two seemed to shrink again.

Zhu Xi felt a dense electric current flowing through her body.

She couldn't guess what Zhou Yinghuai was going to do or what he would do.

By the time she realized her legs were straight and she was still vaguely expecting something, it was too late.

Zhou Yinghuai tapped her forehead, shattering her faint fantasy.

"Let me continue wiping your face!" he laughed, the warm towel gently sweeping across her brow bone, her eyes slightly moist and dreamy.

Zhu Xi's tightly clenched toes relaxed instantly.

He opened his mouth blankly, but his voice was muffled by the towel, "Oh."

Those light pink heart-shaped bubbles, with a "pop," scattered and shattered in the colorful dream.

Zhou Yinghuai carefully and gently wiped her fair face until it looked even better, then suddenly leaned closer to her, who had just let her guard down.

"By the way, what did you think I wanted to continue?"

Zhu Xi blinked frequently, as if her throat was stuffed with cotton candy full of saccharin.

A huge group, blocking the way.

Although it is soft, it is expanding.

"No," she pursed her lips, "it's nothing."

Zhou Yinghuai smiled smugly, though it was unclear what he was so proud of.

He said teasingly, "Then why are you blushing...?"

Before she could finish her sarcastic remark, Zhu Xi hurriedly pointed to the IV bag, "Go call the nurse, it's time to remove the needle."

Zhou Yinghuai raised an eyebrow and ruffled her hair. "I'll go call him."

He clutched the towel and went to the bathroom, the sound of running water lasting for a while.

When she came out again, Zhu Xi was lying on her side.

Its body was curled up, a tiny little ball.

Zhou Yinghuai smiled as he watched her retreating figure. "I'm going to the nurses' station. We'll eat when I get back."

Zhu Xi ignored him; her eyes, which had been moist just moments before, were now clear and bright with the corners turned up.

-

Zhou Yinghuai lingered at the nurses' station for a minute to receive a call from Zhou Lingyi.

"Brother, I'm going back to China." Her voice still carried a hint of grievance.

Zhou Yinghuai understood, and he raised an eyebrow. "In Las Vegas, a marriage certificate is just a piece of paper; tearing it up means you're divorced!"

He added, "That bastard Lan Qi isn't worth it, divorce him! I support you, even if Dad wants to break your legs, I'll find you the best orthopedic doctor."

Zhou Lingyi rolled her eyes. "Brother, I only said I was going back to China, I didn't say I wanted a divorce."

"Oh, I must have misheard." Zhou Yinghuai switched hands to hold the phone. "Don't you want a divorce yet? That sounds like a shame."

He paused, then instructed the nurse carrying the tray, "Be careful when removing the needle; my wife's hand is already bruised."

Last night, when Zhou Yinghuai carried Zhu Xi upstairs, it was this nurse who gave him the injection.

Perhaps Zhou Yinghuai's aura was too strong at the time, so strong that it was somewhat frightening.

Or perhaps this nurse happens to be the least capable among the many elite nurses in the special needs ward.

Zhu Xi received two solid injections in both hands.

At the turn of the night, Zhou Yinghuai went to the dormitory of Zhu Xi, a neurosurgeon.

I took the kind of comfortable slippers she usually wears at the hospital.

As I got off the elevator, I overheard one nurse gossiping with another.

At the center of the vortex of gossip is Zhou Yinghuai, who is hooking two slippers with one hand.

As for why he didn't find a bag to put his slippers in, only he knows.

Coincidentally, Zhou Yinghuai happened to be the subject of gossip.

The nurse giving the injection had dark skin, which made her look even less fair in her light pink uniform.

The nurse, Xiao Hei, laughed and said, "Everyone says that Dr. Zhu from the Department of Neurosurgery is the most beautiful woman in the hospital, stunningly beautiful. I didn't believe it before, but after seeing her today, I realize that even Sleeping Beauty is nothing special."

The young nurse sitting next to her scoffed, "That's because you're new here. Doctor Zhu is beautiful, but her temper is really awful."

Xiao Hei: "Tell me about it?"

Xiao Bai rested her chin on her hand and said, "The year before last, Dr. Zhu received ten patient complaints in one month. The reason for the complaints was that he didn't like to smile."

"The head of the medical affairs department called her in for a talk, asking her why she doesn't smile more than she's beautiful," Xiaobai chuckled twice. "Guess what she said?"

This intriguing gossip successfully dispelled the fatigue from working late into the night.

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow. "The textbooks didn't teach that! The Medical School of Libei University only teaches how to treat and save lives."

"Wow, that's awesome!"

Zhou Yinghuai listened secretly, and he could even imagine how confident Zhu Xi must have been when he said those words.

She must have tilted her chin slightly back, her dark, bright eyes staring straight at the dean.

He speaks with a relaxed expression and a tone that is neither humble nor arrogant.

Xiao Hei sighed for a long time, almost praising Zhu Xi to the point of deification.

Zhou Yinghuai unconsciously raised his eyebrows and a beautiful smile appeared on his lips.

He lifted his foot, ready to end this "despicable" act of eavesdropping.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Hei changed the subject and veered off course.

"Dr. Zhu's ex-boyfriend, Su Daiqing from the medical affairs department, is also super handsome. The two are a perfect match." Xiao Hei chuckled. "Much more handsome than her stern-faced husband in the ward."

Xiao Bai: "Only an idiot would go back to an old flame."

Xiao Hei: "The scent of rekindled love is sweet; a broken mirror mended is the most beautiful chapter in life. And my Dr. Zhu, she should..."

Halfway through his sentence, Zhou Yinghuai, his shoes still on his wrist, walked out with a sullen face.

He slowed his pace and made no attempt to hide his actions as he walked to the nurses' station.

He politely asked, "Excuse me, shouldn't my wife's IV fluids be changed?"

Xiao Hei nodded and stood up in a flash.

She glanced at Zhou Yinghuai, then immediately lowered her gaze again.

And now, it's early morning.

Xiao Hei dared not look Zhou Yinghuai in the eye again.

He frowned in displeasure, then continued, "My wife is also a doctor at your hospital, the chief resident in neurosurgery, you..."

Still in Las Vegas, Zhou Lingyi asked with concern, "Is my sister-in-law sick? What happened to her?"

Zhou Yinghuai: "Don't interrupt me. Send me your flight information for returning to China, and I'll pick you up at the airport."

After saying that, he hung up on Zhou Lingyi for the first time.

He suppressed his unhappiness and followed the nurse into the ward.

The door was pushed open to the outside.

The person who was lying on their side has disappeared.

Xiao Hei was stunned. He looked at the needle clipped to the IV line and then glanced at the two drops of blood on the floor.

"Sir, Dr. Zhu, no, your wife pulled out the needle herself!"