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For the next three days, Chu Yi's WeChat was unusually quiet.

Zhou Ai's WeChat profile picture is likely a photo of herself. She's walking a large golden retriever on the beach; you can't see her face clearly, but her impressive physique makes it obvious that it's her.

His WeChat name perfectly matches his personality, a simple abbreviation of his name—Z.AI.

Since I sent that voice message, no new messages have popped up.

There were no follow-up questions about the discomfort of the wound, no confirmation of the time for suture removal, and none of the casual conversation that had previously been tinged with obvious probing and teasing.

It was as if the brief, slightly eerie online exchange was just a fleeting illusion that Chu Yi had developed after working consecutive night shifts.

Chu Yi continued to go to work and come home as usual. His busy work filled all the gaps in his time, leaving him no time to think about a "game" that a top star was interested in for a moment and then quickly lost interest in.

For him, Zhou Ai seemed to have reverted to being just an ordinary patient in the medical record system, waiting to be scheduled, have her stitches removed, and have her file archived according to the established procedures.

During this time, he overheard the nurses in his department excitedly whispering together that Zhou Ai had posted a clarification on Weibo.

"I told you it was fake! How could my brother possibly be interested in that kind of internet celebrity face!"

"Oh my god, he said it was 'a friend's personal belongings'! What kind of friend? Male or female? I'm still so curious!"

"If I were to fall in love, I would tell everyone immediately..." Waaaa, my brother is so honest!

Chu Yi walked straight to the doctor's office without stopping, ignoring the excited discussions. Only after sitting down and taking out her phone did she see a barrage of notifications, all dominated by Zhou Ai's statement.

Chu Yi clicked on the clarification Weibo post that was trending at the top of the hot search list. Zhou Ai's account only posted a very simple sentence:

"It's just that a friend's belongings happened to be left with me, please don't overthink it. If I were in a relationship, I would let everyone know immediately. Thank you for your concern."

The wording was official and appropriate, flawless, perfectly quelling the controversy sparked by a puppy hair clip. The comments section was naturally filled with fan jubilation and various interpretations, but the hype was visibly fading.

Chu Yi's gaze lingered for a moment on the words "a friend's personal belongings" and "just happened to fall here."

friend?

He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a very faint, ambiguous smile. This definition was broad and vague, cleverly avoiding all risks.

As for "just happened to land"...

Chu Yi genuinely didn't realize at the time that the hair clip was still on his head.

Zhou Ai chose to clarify the situation in a way that would least involve others, thus putting an end to this farce.

This is in line with the standard procedure for a top celebrity to handle a public relations crisis, and it also... saves him from any unnecessary trouble he might face.

Chu Yi turned off Weibo, put her phone aside, and picked up the next medical record.

That would be best.

he thinks.

Bridges are bridges, and roads are roads.

After he finished removing the stitches, this brief and unexpectedly complicated doctor-patient relationship should have come to a complete end.

That chat box that exists on the phone will probably soon sink to the bottom of the list and never be lit up again.

The cold, constant light in the hospital corridor illuminated his calm, expressionless profile, completely erasing any slight emotional fluctuations from him, leaving only professional indifference.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, interrupting Chu Yi's rhythm of flipping through medical records. He took it out and saw it was a WeChat message from Cheng Yingzhi.

Hey Xiaoyi, Zhou Ai... hasn't been bothering you, has he?

The sentence was abrupt and disjointed, with a tone that was both tentative and strange.

Chu Yi frowned slightly, replying with her fingertips: [Harassment?]

Cheng Yingzhi replied quickly, seemingly right next to his phone: 【Yeah! Didn't he add you on WeChat to get your stitches removed? I thought, with his persistent nature, he'd definitely find all sorts of excuses to pester you with questions.】

Are you bothering me?

Looking at these three words, Chu Yi felt that Cheng Yingzhi's choice of words was becoming increasingly absurd.

He replied: "Why are you bothering me? Just make an appointment to have your stitches removed."

After a while of displaying "typing...", a cryptic message finally came through: "Well... you'll probably find out later. It's good that everything's alright now!"

Chu Yi stared at the line of text, her brows furrowing even more deeply.

Why is Cheng Yingzhi speaking so vaguely and evasively today? He replied with a simple question mark: 【?】

Cheng Yingzhi seemed taken aback by the question mark, and immediately sent a "hehe" emoji to feign ignorance, quickly ending the conversation: 【Nothing, nothing, I was just asking! You're busy, you're busy!】

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Chu Yi put down his phone, thinking that Cheng Yingzhi might be under too much work pressure lately, and his behavior was a bit abnormal. He shook his head, and just as he was refocusing his attention on the medical records, his phone buzzed again; it was Cheng Yingzhi again.

This time, what was sent was not a question, but a document titled "Project Planning Document for the 'Heart Connected to Distant Mountains' Public Welfare Documentary Reality Show (Season 1)".

Immediately following was a message from Cheng Yingzhi: "Are you interested in this?"

Chu Yi didn't even open the file, replying directly: 【Not interested.】

Cheng Yingzhi called immediately, but Chu Yi muted the phone and didn't answer.

WeChat messages immediately bombarded me like a ton of bombs:

[You didn't even click to watch it!]

Why are you in such a hurry to say you're not interested?!

[You should actually click on it and take a look! Just one glance! It's related to medicine! Not some random junk!]

Unable to bear the noise any longer, Chu Yi had no choice but to open the PDF file. He originally planned to glance at it briefly and then close it, and then refuse in a more resolute tone, but the introduction at the beginning of the file made his fingers pause slightly as he scrolled through the screen.

This is definitely not your average entertainment variety show. The planning document is quite detailed and meticulous, with its core being a public welfare documentary model of "celebrities going deep into the mountains to experience life" + "resident ordinary volunteer doctors".

Each season, the show invites 5-6 celebrities to form a "celebrity volunteer team," but they are not there for sightseeing or to put on a show. The plan clearly states that the team will go to a fixed, remote mountain village with extremely scarce medical resources for a 15-20 day stay.

The celebrities' task is to gain a genuine understanding of the local lack of medical care and medicine, and to participate in any assistance they can. All proceeds from the program will be donated to support local medical development.

The core figure of the show is the only village doctor in the area. He is the mentor, landlord, and spiritual leader of the celebrities. The celebrities will follow him to travel over mountains and valleys to provide medical care in rural areas and experience the most authentic daily life of a village doctor.

In addition to the resident village doctor, the plan also mentions a special role – the "flying doctor".

Each episode, the production team will hire a professional doctor, usually a young backbone member of a top-tier hospital, as a guest to accompany the celebrity team into the mountains. During these two weeks to twenty days, the doctor will work alongside the village doctor to provide more professional medical support and also be responsible for ensuring the health of the celebrity members during the experience.

Chu Yi's finger hovered over the job description and recruitment requirements for "flying doctor," her gaze calm as she read line by line. The proposal also included some on-site survey photos of the project site.

The rugged mountain road, the rudimentary village clinic, the longing eyes of the elderly and children, and a solo photo of the village doctor with dark skin, a simple smile, and a firm gaze.

The noise in the office seemed to fade away, and he stared at his phone screen, remaining motionless for a long time.

Before Chu Yi could even delve deeper into the planning document, or even figure out how to phrase her rejection of Cheng Yingzhi's outlandish proposal, her phone vibrated urgently once again.

Cheng Yingzhi sent over a picture, a screenshot of a completed electronic registration form.

The job title listed in the application section was "Flight Doctor," and the applicant's name was clearly written as Chu Yi. Even his work unit and professional title were filled in clearly.

Below this was a message from Cheng Yingzhi that seemed to be a boast of his achievements.

Look! How efficient am I? I've already registered you! No need to thank me too much!

【? 】

This was already the umpteenth time Chu Yi had questioned Cheng Yingzhi today.

Did this guy take the wrong medicine today, or is he possessed by some strange thing?

Cheng Yingzhi seemed completely oblivious to Chu Yi's speechlessness, or perhaps he sensed it but chose to ignore it.

The WeChat message was replied to very quickly, with a slightly smug tone: "How about that? Isn't it thoughtful? Saves you the trouble of filling it out yourself!"

Chu Yi took a deep breath, trying to discourage him with the most practical question: "Cheng Yingzhi, there's a limit to your nonsense. I'm a doctor at the hospital. The hospital wouldn't approve such a long leave for this kind of commercial activity, much less allow me to participate in a program in this capacity."

He thought this would be enough to bring Cheng Yingzhi to his senses.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Yingzhi's reply was even more confident, even carrying a hint of "you underestimate me": "You don't need to worry about this at all! This isn't just an ordinary commercial variety show; it's a key support project spearheaded by the National Health Commission, in conjunction with several charitable foundations and a television station—it comes with official documentation! It promotes grassroots healthcare and supports healthy rural areas; its political significance and public welfare nature are undeniable! Your hospital director will naturally handle the communication and coordination; it might even be an honorable task assigned to you by the hospital!"

Chu Yi was speechless for a moment after looking at the long explanation.

If it is a public welfare project endorsed by the government, the nature is completely different. The hospital will not only not oppose it, but may even strongly support it, regarding it as a positive publicity that reflects social responsibility and the image of doctors.

Cheng Yingzhi pressed her advantage: "So, just relax! The real issue isn't whether the hospital will approve it, but whether the show will even choose you! Although I think my brother is so outstanding, there's definitely no problem!"

Chu Yi stared at the screen, momentarily unable to find any reason to refute. Cheng Yingzhi had paved the way for everything, even blocking any excuses for his refusal.

He remained silent for a while before replying, with a hint of self-abandonment and little emotion: "...Fine. Anyway, I might not even get elected."

These words sounded like they were directed at Cheng Yingzhi, but they were also more like a way of comforting himself.

Perhaps the production team will have a more suitable candidate.

Perhaps this is just Cheng Ying's wishful thinking, and it will ultimately not come to fruition.