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Chu Yi leaned against the door and took several deep breaths before she could barely suppress the anger and embarrassment she felt.

He pointed to the clothes Zhou Ai had carelessly tossed aside, his voice tense and commanding: "I'm giving you five seconds. Put them on right now!"

Looking at Chu Yi's slightly reddened eyes and tightly pursed lips, Zhou Ai knew that he had really angered her this time, and he understood the principle of knowing when to stop.

He immediately suppressed the playful smile on his face, deftly grabbed the white short-sleeved shirt, and quickly put the windbreaker back on, even obediently zipping it up to his chest.

"That's enough." Zhou Ai straightened her clothes, sat up straight again, and put on a docile look that said "I'm cooperating," but her eyes were still shining as she looked at Chu Yi.

With a dark expression, Chu Yi walked up to him, picked up the stethoscope, and then, through the thin fabric, accurately placed it on Zhou Ai's heart.

When the cool head touched him, even though he didn't feel the coldness through the fabric of his clothes, the unique scent emanating from Chu Yi made Zhou Ai tremble almost imperceptibly.

The room was quiet, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

Chu Yi frowned slightly, listening intently to the heartbeat coming from her headphones—the rhythm was strong, the frequency was slightly fast but still within the normal range, and there was no noise.

Zhou Ai looked at Chu Yi, who was so close to her. Chu Yi's long eyelashes were lowered, casting a small shadow under her eyes. Although her face was still a little cold, her focused expression softened the sense of aloofness.

He couldn't help but speak again, his voice low, the magnetic vibrations clearly transmitted through the stethoscope to Chu Yi's eardrums, making his ears tingle.

"Don't be angry..."

Chu Yi was completely focused on her work when the sudden sound and the vibration in her chest startled her. Her brows furrowed immediately, and she looked up at him, glaring at him with a harsh tone: "Don't speak."

This time, he was genuinely showing obvious impatience.

Zhou Ai immediately made a zipping motion near her mouth, obediently closing her mouth, but her eyes remained fixed on Chu Yi's face.

Chu Yi lowered her head again, listened carefully for a while, and only after confirming that there were no abnormalities in the heart auscultation did she remove the stethoscope.

"Have you been feeling unwell lately? Like coughing, fever, dizziness, or anything like that?" he asked businesslike, avoiding Zhou Ai's direct gaze and instead looking at the medicine box next to him.

"No," Zhou Ai replied quickly.

"Based on auscultation, there are currently no obvious signs of organic heart problems," Chu Yi stated calmly, offering her professional assessment. "It's likely just temporary discomfort caused by recent fatigue or psychological factors. You can observe it for now, get some rest, and relax. However, if you experience persistent chest tightness or pain, or if your symptoms worsen, you must immediately go to the nearest county hospital for a comprehensive examination, such as an electrocardiogram and echocardiogram. Don't delay."

He explained things clearly and meticulously, fully embracing his role as a doctor.

After hearing this, Zhou Ai suddenly tilted her head, looked at him with a hint of expectation and a playful pleading in her eyes, and asked, "Will you come with me?"

Chu Yi was taken aback by this unreasonable request and instinctively retorted, "Don't you have a team? Xu Yang and the others will definitely make the arrangements."

"No one in the team has as much experience as you, Dr. Chu?" Zhou Ai replied quickly, her reason sounding perfectly reasonable, but her eyes shone with an astonishing light. "You're a professional emergency room doctor; your judgment is more accurate. What if the doctors at the county hospital aren't competent enough and make a misdiagnosis? I feel at ease if you come along."

He was only half telling the truth.

Looking at his "I'm right" expression, Chu Yi felt her anger, which she had just suppressed, rising again.

How could he not see through Zhou Ai's little scheme?

"Teacher Zhou," Chu Yi tried to keep her tone calm, "if your condition really requires transferring to the county hospital, the production team and your agent will take it very seriously and will definitely arrange the safest solution. My duty is to stay here and protect the health of the other members and villagers."

Chu Yi's refusal was reasonable and impeccable.

Looking at Chu Yi's businesslike demeanor, Zhou Ai blinked, then suddenly sighed, her tone becoming somewhat dejected, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

"Oh, okay. So Dr. Chu's 'responsibility' doesn't include taking full responsibility for me..."

These words were ambiguous, and coupled with his slightly disappointed face, it made it seem as if Chu Yi had done something utterly heinous.

Zhou Ai had just uttered the ambiguous and aggrieved phrase "take full responsibility" when Chu Yi was speechless, choked by his words.

Just as Chu Yi was wondering whether to sternly correct his inappropriate word choice or continue to ignore it and pretend not to hear it, a timely knock sounded at the door, like heavenly music relieving him from his predicament.

"Teacher Chu? Teacher Zhou? Are you inside?" A staff member's voice came through the door. "The executive director is telling everyone to gather at the village square now to help the villagers harvest corn! It looks like it's going to rain again, so we need to hurry!"

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Chu Yi immediately responded, quickly putting his stethoscope back into his medical kit. Without even glancing at Zhou Ai, he turned and walked towards the door, leaving behind only a businesslike instruction: "I'm leaving. If you feel unwell later, let me know in advance."

The tone was as if the strange conversation about "responsibility" had never happened.

Zhou Ai watched Chu Yi's almost hasty departure, a silent smile playing on her lips. She then stood up briskly and followed after him.

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When they arrived at the threshing ground at the village entrance with the program crew, it was already a scene of bustling activity.

The sky was even more gloomy than before, with dark clouds looming overhead and the air so humid it felt like you could wring water out of it; a heavy rain was clearly imminent.

On the threshing floor, golden corn cobs were piled up like mountains. Villagers were racing against time, using baskets, hampers, and even their bare hands to frantically transport the corn to a temporary rain shelter and a nearby granary.

Men, women, and children were all working hard, but faced with such a huge quantity, manual labor was insufficient, and progress was anxious and slow.

The executive director, holding a megaphone, spoke with a urgency that echoed through the noisy venue: "All staff and guest teachers of 'Heartstrings in the Distant Mountains'! Everyone, get moving! Those with strength, lend a hand and help the villagers move the corn to the warehouse awning! Hurry! The rain is about to start! Let's work together and grab as much as we can! We absolutely cannot let the villagers' year's hard work get soaked and moldy!"

The oppressive feeling of an impending storm and the anxious expressions of the villagers touched everyone.

Xie Mo and Gu Jingyi had already shouldered sacks full of corn and were hurrying towards the warehouse. Qin Yaoyao and Zhou Jiashu were also carrying corn in baskets, their steps hurried.

Without hesitation, Chu Yi immediately stepped forward, found the oldest-looking old woman who was struggling the most to carry the load, and took the heavy basket from her hands: "Grandma, let me do this, you can rest for a while."

He deftly slung the basket over his shoulder, and although the weight made him frown slightly, he still walked steadily and quickly toward the warehouse.

Zhou Ai followed behind Chu Yi, took off her windbreaker jacket and casually hung it up in a corner, then deftly picked up a woven bag from the ground and began to pack corn into it.

Despite everyone's best efforts, we were still a step behind in the race against time.

When only a third of the corn remained on the drying platform, the sky finally gave in, and large raindrops began to pelt down without warning, instantly forming a dense curtain of rain, turning the world into a white expanse.

"Quick! Forget about the rest! Get out of the rain first! We'll deal with it when the rain gets a little lighter!" The village chief shouted anxiously in a thick accent, his voice muffled by the pouring rain. "Folks! Let the men stay and work! Everyone else, get into the warehouse and take shelter!"

Before he could finish speaking, a gray figure leaped down from the makeshift platform that offered some shelter from the rain without hesitation, and nimbly plunged back into the torrential downpour.

It is Zhou Ai.

The dense raindrops instantly soaked him, his silver-gray hair was wet and lay flat against his forehead and cheeks, and water droplets rolled down his defined jawline.

Zhou Ai had taken off her windbreaker, leaving her only in a white short-sleeved inner shirt. Walking in the torrential rain, the shirt was now completely soaked, its color darkening, clinging tightly to her body and outlining the smooth, strong muscle lines of her shoulders and back.

But he seemed completely unconcerned about the torrential rain, even casually wiping the rain off his face as his gaze quickly locked onto a pile of corn that hadn't yet been moved through the rain.

He bent down without hesitation, hoisted another heavy bag of corn onto his shoulder, turned and started running across the muddy, slippery ground, his steps quick and steady as he rushed toward the warehouse.

The rain blurred his vision and soaked his entire body, but it did not slow him down at all. Instead, it made him look like a cheetah charging through the rain, full of wildness and power.

One trip, two trips, three trips...

He and several other villagers and staff members who were also rushing to transport supplies in the rain were shuttling back and forth in the increasingly heavy rain.

Each time he returned from the warehouse to the rain, he was soaked even more, his trouser legs splattered with mud, but there was no complaint or impatience on his face, only a focused, determined persistence as if he had to complete the task.

Under the eaves of the warehouse, the people who were temporarily sheltering from the rain watched the figures coming and going in the rain, especially Zhou Ai, who stood out among them, and their eyes were filled with admiration and gratitude.

Chu Yi was also standing at the warehouse entrance. He had gotten a little wet, and water was dripping from his hair. He had just been about to rush in to help when Dr. Li stopped him, saying, "We have enough people. Professor Chu, please rest for a while."

Standing rooted to the spot, Chu Yi's gaze involuntarily followed Zhou Ai in the rain, watching him run through the mud and water without any regard for his own safety, watching the rain soak him completely...

The previous embarrassment and embarrassment seemed to have been washed away by the heavy rain, and a more complex emotion spread in his heart.

Zhou Ai once again carried the corn into the warehouse, slamming the sack down heavily, splashing some water.

He was panting, his chest rising and falling slightly, the outline of his muscles faintly visible beneath the soaked white fabric. He raised his hand and swept all his wet bangs back, revealing a smooth forehead and complete eyebrows and eyes; his peach blossom eyes, washed by the rain, appeared even darker and brighter.

Zhou Ai subconsciously looked up, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and happened to meet Chu Yi's gaze.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhou Ai seemed to be stunned for a moment, then a smile mixed with fatigue and a bit of roguishness appeared on her lips. She even raised her chin in Chu Yi's direction, as if to say, "See, I'm fine."

Then, without stopping, they turned around and rushed back into the white, rainy expanse to continue their arduous task of transporting supplies.

Chu Yi watched Zhou Ai's figure disappear into the rain, and the fingers gripping the towel tightened slightly.

The last batch of corn was finally rushed into the warehouse, and the heavy warehouse door was closed by everyone, shutting out the torrential rain and the damp cold outside.

The warehouse was brightly lit and filled with the fresh scent of corn and the dampness from people's clothes.

Chu Yi received a dry towel prepared by the villagers from the village chief and found Zhou Ai in the slightly crowded crowd.

Zhou Ai was soaked to the bone, her hair was still dripping wet, and water droplets slid down her neck and into her collar.

Chu Yi frowned, handed him the towel, and glanced at his white short-sleeved shirt, which clung to his body and was almost transparent, before asking, "Where's your jacket?"

Zhou Ai took the towel, wiped the rain off her face haphazardly, and pointed to a sack piled with miscellaneous items in the corner of the warehouse: "It was too hot carrying the sack earlier, and it was in the way, so I took it off and threw it there."

Chu Yi glanced at the forgotten windbreaker in the direction he pointed, and sighed helplessly. Wearing a soaked cotton short-sleeved shirt would make her more susceptible to catching a cold. After thinking for a couple of seconds, she resignedly pursed her lips and turned to Zhou Ai beside her, saying, "Come with me."

Zhou Ai was unusually obedient at this moment, and followed Chu Yi to a relatively quiet corner in the warehouse.

Chu Yi stopped and pointed to Zhou Ai's still-drip white short-sleeved shirt. "You can't keep wearing wet clothes, you'll easily catch a cold. Why don't you take off your short-sleeved shirt and wear your jacket directly? Your jacket should be waterproof, at least it's better than wearing wet cotton cloth."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ai paused in his act of drying his hair. He put down the towel, and beneath his wet hair, his peach blossom eyes looked at Chu Yi with a playful glint in them, drawing out his words: "Teacher Chu, just now in the room, you were the one who fiercely made me put my clothes on. Now, you're making me take them off?"

He took a half-step closer, lowered his voice, and said with a mischievous tone, "Your medical orders... haven't changed a bit too quickly?"

Chu Yi was so choked by his words that she almost couldn't breathe, her cheeks instantly flushed, and her embarrassment and anger were about to surface again.

Zhou Ai knew when to stop and immediately changed his tune. Before Chu Yi could react, he had already nimbly grabbed the hem of his soaked short-sleeved shirt, lifted it up, and cleanly and naturally pulled the shirt off.

In an instant, his well-defined abs, broad chest, and taut shoulders and arms were once again exposed to the air.

His damp skin glistened under the bright warehouse lights, and the contours of his muscles were even more defined by the exertion he had just exerted, exuding a vibrant sense of power.

Even though she had already watched it twice today, Chu Yi still felt that the visual impact was too strong, and her blood rushed to her head again.

He almost immediately looked away, his ears burning, and shoved the dingy gray windbreaker into Zhou Ai's arms, his tone harsh: "Put it on now!"

Zhou Ai looked at Chu Yi's obviously embarrassed but trying to appear calm, and his lips curled up in a big smile. He slowly put on his coat and zipped it up.