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

The bed was still warm.

Those two drops of blood were about to stain his eyes red.

After thinking it over, Xiao Hei said, "For a minor job like removing needles, medical staff and nurses are not separated."

Her shoe toes were still poking the floor. "It's just unfortunate, Dr. Zhu, no, your wife was too rough."

Zhou Yinghuai glanced at the spot where the food box had been placed; it was empty.

He waved his hand, signaling Xiao Hei to leave first.

He stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, sighed deeply, and went downstairs.

-

Here.

Zhu Xi arrived at the surgical ward.

Because she was wearing a hospital gown, the surgeons didn't recognize her at first.

"This family member, the patient cannot eat until the patient successfully passes gas after the surgery."

Zhu Xi snorted; she and this colleague were college classmates.

When they were in school, their dormitories were on the same floor, diagonally opposite each other.

They were classmates and worked at the same hospital, so their relationship was better than with others.

Zhu Xi turned around impatiently, "Doctor, I ate it myself."

The female classmate's name was Tian Tian. When she saw it was her, she smiled.

"President Zhu?" Tian Tian looked her up and down. "A rare guest indeed! Where did this draft come from, blowing such a great neurosurgeon like you into this menial surgery department?"

Zhu Xi was speechless, too exhausted to argue with her.

However, Tian Tian wasn't going to let her off the hook. "Oh, forgive my poor eyesight, are you here for a medical consultation or to see a patient?"

Chinese culture is profound and extensive, and its written language is even more so.

Adding just one word completely changes the meaning.

Zhu Xi slumped in a chair, her strength not yet fully recovered. "How is she?"

Tian Tian: "What's it to you? My patient is perfectly fine, I don't need to go to the neurosurgery department to find you!"

"Tian Tian, ​​it's a good thing you didn't choose ophthalmology, otherwise you'd end up saying, 'What a tragedy!'"

Tian Tian was successfully disgusted.

"But you can report to an ophthalmology clinic. If you can't be a doctor, you can be a patient." Zhu Xi turned the tables, but after glancing at Zhu Hao, who was still unconscious, she felt something was amiss.

Tian Tian patted her shoulder, "Minimally invasive surgery, your sister is fine."

Zhu Xi looked up, "If nothing's wrong, why aren't you awake? Tian Tian, ​​which course did you fail in your junior year?"

"Screw you! Even a hospital gown can't hide your sharp tongue!"

Zhu Xi gave her a gentle nudge, "Hurry up and get checked!"

"She must be tired." Tian Tian checked Zhu Hao again. "What does your sister do? How can she get this tired?"

"College entrance examination students."

With just three simple words, Zhu Xi's tone revealed regret and self-blame.

"No wonder!" Tian Tian clicked her tongue and said casually, "Kids recover very quickly, let her get a good night's sleep."

Zhu Xi nodded in agreement.

She didn't feel too tired during the college entrance exam because of the congratulations she received.

Although she slept for two days after the exam.

Tian Tian hooked her chin, "President Zhu, you don't look too well either."

As she spoke, she raised the back of her hand, which had been forcefully pulling out the needle.

White medical tape, smeared with red.

"Put on your hospital gown. Let the nurses do the removing the IV. Be good, okay?"

Zhu Xi sighed, "I have a fever."

"Wow, that's so heartbreaking."

Zhu Xi pushed her hand away, "Go about your business!"

Tian Tian left, and Zhou Yinghuai arrived.

He stood motionless at the door with a sullen face.

Zhu Xi raised her eyebrows, puffed out her cheeks, and remained silent.

After a half-minute standoff, Zhou Yinghuai lifted his foot and slowly walked towards her.

"Sister Xi, you abandoned me!"

Zhu Xi: "?"

"Have you eaten?" he asked breathlessly.

Zhu Xi shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

Zhou Yinghuai sighed, glanced at the back of her hand, and gave Zhu Xi a harsh remark: "Serves you right."

After saying that, he opened his lunchbox again.

"Knowing you don't have an appetite, I only cooked some plain porridge."

With the rice spoon right in front of her, Zhu Xi couldn't refuse even if she didn't want to drink.

Hawthorn, dried tangerine peel, and red bean porridge.

She took a small sip, her almond-shaped brows furrowing slightly. "You didn't make this?"

"You're quite capable. Not only can you remove the needle yourself, but you can also tell from the taste that it wasn't made by me?"

Zhu Xi shrugged, beaming, "Doctors can remove needles themselves. When I was in school..."

She shut up because Zhou Yinghuai's face darkened again.

She became obedient, but Zhou Yinghuai smiled helplessly, "I've been staying with you at the hospital, and the housekeeper at home has been cooking for me."

"Thank you." Zhu Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling.

However, Zhou Yinghuai felt that this smile did not reach his heart.

Zhu Xi was still blaming herself.

He leaned down and gently rubbed the top of her head again. "Sister Xi, actually..."

Halfway through his words of comfort, the door to the ward was pushed open forcefully.

Zhu Tanzhi appeared in anger, followed by Zhu Hao's mother, Wei Jiaqing.

Zhou Yinghuai's smiling face suddenly darkened, and he shielded Zhu Xi behind him.

Wei Jiaqing glanced at Zhu Xi, her expression unreadable.

She called out Zhu Hao's name with concern, her voice full of heartache.

Zhu Tanzhi still had the same expression; he looked at her more like a stranger.

In this hospital room, perhaps only Zhou Yinghuai, the person she met the latest, truly cared for her.

Zhu Xi drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, placed the food box on her lap, and poked Zhou Yinghuai's wrist bone with her free finger.

He turned around, his gaze falling.

"I can't eat anymore." She pretended to be annoyed. "Take it to my dorm, I'll heat it up for lunch."

Zhou Yinghuai nodded and bent down to screw the lid of the food box on.

Zhu Xi slowly got up without looking at Zhu Tanzhi.

Instead, he politely said to Wei Jiaqing, "Auntie, I hope you have acute appendicitis and gastroenteritis and have undergone minimally invasive surgery."

She was halfway through her sentence when she met Wei Jiaqing's unfriendly gaze.

All the words were stuck in his throat.

She scoffed dismissively, instantly adopting the airs of a doctor, "Turn right after exiting the nurses' station; the cafeteria is on the first floor ahead."

As she spoke, she glanced at the unconscious Zhu Hao and said, "If there's a problem, you can go directly to the doctor."

Having observed all the proper etiquette, Zhu Xi turned around, took Zhou Yinghuai's hand, and left.

She had barely left the ward when the door was closed.

Then they heard Wei Jiaqing's hysterical, deadly scream.

She was questioning Zhu Tanzhi.

"Zhu Tanzhi, I told you long ago not to let Haohao come to Libei."

Zhu Tanzhi adjusted his glasses. "What's wrong with coming to Libei? Don't make a big deal out of it."

"Making a big deal out of nothing?" Wei Jiaqing sneered. "Everyone knows your daughter is born with a tough fate. Whoever is good to her is her nemesis, and whoever gets close to her is doomed."

Zhu Tanzhi: "I didn't let her get close to me properly."

Wei Jiaqing was still yelling, "We weren't allowed to be close to each other and you've gotten this sick. If we really had to eat from the same pot, how would we survive?"

"Zhu Tanzhi, I'm warning you, no matter how glamorous your daughter who's climbed the social ladder is, she'll never get even half a step closer to me!"

Outside the door, Zhu Xi's ears were covered by Zhou Yinghuai, just as Wei Jiaqing opened her mouth.

My palms were pressed tightly against my ears, blocking out sounds from the outside world.

"Sister Xi, don't listen."

Zhu Xi stared indifferently through the crack in the door at her biological father and his second wife, her high school Chinese teacher.

Suddenly, she turned her head, looked at Zhou Yinghuai's bruised face, and smiled.

She smiled gently, her eyes, though stinging with tears, brimming with joy.

"Zhou Yinghuai, you're actually a pretty nice guy."

"But didn't you investigate me before you married me?"

"I wish you happiness, you are an expert in lip reading."

Zhou Yinghuai loosened his grip on her ears and slowly let his hands fall to his sides.

His dark eyes flickered slightly.

The next second, Zhu Xi laughed and kicked open the dormitory door, which was of little use.

She's tough, ruthless, and vengeful.

She, Zhu Xi, was born a jinx.

She did it in front of her parents, who were celebrating her good fortune.

Smiling, she said, "Zhu Tanzhi, I take back the first wish I made yesterday."

She walked in, her pale, bloodless face filled with overwhelming hatred.

"I make a wish, and you wish Tan Zhi, my biological father, that I will bring you bad luck and not live past 60!"