Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

Chen Ping walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Su Meng hugged him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath hitting his ear.

He smelled the familiar scent of her shower gel, and his whole body went limp.

He wanted to ask Su Meng why she hadn't left, but as soon as he opened his mouth, she silenced him with her lips.

The Su Meng in his dream was more proactive, more passionate, and less real than the Su Meng he knew.

What happened next was like a series of fragments, seemingly disjointed yet somehow connected.

Her shoulders, her waist, the intermittent breathing in her ear—it all felt too real.

Chen Ping was drenched in sweat in his dream, as if he were engulfed in fire, and he couldn't wake up no matter what he did.

The next morning, when Chen Ping opened his eyes, a beam of light shone through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the quilt.

He lay there for a while before remembering that he was in a hotel.

Some fragments of what happened last night are still there, while others have become smudged.

He remembered Su Meng bringing him in, remembering her helping him take off his coat, and remembering her standing at the door saying, "Go to sleep early."

Then came that dream.

The dream was so real that he actually looked down at himself.

He discovered that his clothes had been taken off, but his underwear was still on.

Perhaps last night really was a dream, a scene from deep within my heart that I can't shake off—the image of Su Meng wearing bright red, sexy lingerie.

That's why I had that dream last night.

However, the dream was so real that Chen Ping felt as if he had actually had it.

The touch, and the final tremor, were so real.

Chen Ping threw off the covers and went to the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face to clear his head.

After washing up, Chen Ping leaned against the sink, picked up his phone to send a message to Su Meng, typed a few words, and then deleted them.

He really wanted to ask if Su Meng hadn't left last night, and if they had... you know... done that.

However, he knew that some things were better left unasked and should not be asked.

If you ask the question, both of you will feel very awkward.

Chen Ping packed up, checked out of the hotel, and left.

The temperature dropped considerably in the morning, and people on the street were all dressed warmly.

When Chen Ping arrived at the entrance of the nursing school by taxi, several school leaders were already there, standing next to a black minivan, smoking and chatting.

Su Meng was wearing a light gray trench coat, her hair was tied back, and her face was expressionless.

She saw Chen Ping get out of the taxi, nodded, and said, "Everyone's here, let's go."

Chen Ping grunted in agreement and got into the car.

He sat in the last row by the window, and Su Meng sat next to Chen Ping.

The van smoothly drove away from the urban area of ​​Tianhai City and sped towards Siping Township.

The view outside the window gradually changed from towering buildings to rolling fields and villages. The morning breeze slipped in through the cracks in the car window, carrying the unique coolness of the countryside, which slightly dispelled the lingering faint smell of alcohol.

Several school leaders sitting in the front row of the carriage chatted casually, discussing the current state of primary healthcare and the pain points of nursing school students' internships. Their tone was relaxed and the atmosphere was peaceful.

The last row was unusually quiet.

Chen Ping settled down by the car window, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the seam of his trousers, his mind still lingering on the overly vivid dream from last night.

The vibrant red lace, the tender, warm touch, the soft breaths by my ear—all these images are so vividly etched in my memory that even when I'm awake at dawn, they still linger.

He glanced at Su Meng beside him.

She looked sharp and capable in a light gray trench coat, her black hair neatly tied up, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

His profile was cool and gentle, his eyebrows and eyes were calm and indifferent, and his posture was upright and proper, the usual demeanor of a principal: dignified, restrained, and impeccable.

From head to toe, there was not a trace of staying at the hotel last night or taking care of the drunkard, nor any lingering hint of romance or ambiguity.

Chen Ping's doubts grew stronger, but he ultimately suppressed them completely.

Some things are better left ambiguous; once exposed, they become embarrassing.

Just as his thoughts were churning, Su Meng suddenly turned her head and looked at him calmly. "Did you sleep well last night? You shouldn't be feeling too bad from the hangover."

Chen Ping looked up and met her gaze.

Those eyes were clear and calm, without any ripples or waves. You couldn't read any probing, any evasion, or even a trace of the tenderness and affection from last night.

It was as if the care he received at the hotel late last night and the close touches he made while drunk were all just a delusion he had while intoxicated.

Chen Ping suppressed the turmoil in his heart and nodded gently, "I slept well, but I had a dream last night."

"dream?"

Su Meng raised an eyebrow slightly and casually replied, "What dream?"

Those three simple words instantly made Chen Ping's ears turn a light red.

That dream was so exciting. In the dream, Su Meng was unrestrained and wild, completely different from the dignified appearance in front of her.

How could Chen Ping possibly utter such a dream?

Chen Ping quickly looked away, turning to gaze at the fields flashing past the window. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he mumbled in a low voice, "Nothing much, just a jumbled dream, I can't remember it."

Su Meng watched his fleeting embarrassment, a barely perceptible ripple flashing across her eyes, so quick as to be missed.

She didn't press the matter or expose her, but simply nodded slightly, turned her gaze back, and regained her previous cool and calm demeanor.

However, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she were secretly smiling.

The back of the carriage fell completely silent.

Only a few school leaders in the front row were looking out the window and discussing the scenery.

Perhaps some of them have never been to such a remote mountain village before.

As noon approached, the van steadily entered the territory of Siping Township, and the newly renovated Siping Township Health Center came into view in the distance.

Zhao Guosheng and several key members of the institute were waiting at the gate early in the morning.

He wasn't unfamiliar with Su Meng; she had visited twice when she was the deputy director of the Health Bureau, so they were practically old acquaintances.

The car came to a stop, and everyone got off one by one.

Zhao Guosheng immediately stepped forward to shake hands and exchange pleasantries, "Principal Su, it's been a long time. It's great that you and your leaders personally came to the countryside for inspection. You really value the development of our grassroots communities."

"Dean Zhao, you're too kind. School-enterprise cooperation is a win-win situation. On-site inspection is not only responsible to the students, but also to the health center."

Su Meng spoke eloquently and with perfect tact, displaying both official gravitas and gentleness, leaving no room for criticism.

After a few simple pleasantries, Chen Ping took the initiative to lead the way, guiding the group of school leaders on a site visit.

I walked through the consultation room, infusion area, and laboratory in turn. They were clean, tidy, and orderly, with a full range of medical equipment, far exceeding the configuration of ordinary township health centers.

Finally, the group arrived at the newly built construction site in the backyard.

A brand-new four-story building has been topped out, the main structure is complete, and the exterior insulation work has begun.

The building is spacious and well-organized, with good natural light and ample space, making it fully capable of accommodating a large number of nursing school students for accommodation, practical training, and daily study.

"This new building is our youth medical center, which will be put into use next year."

"This is just the beginning. We'll tear down all those bungalows and build outpatient buildings, inpatient wards, and so on..."

Chen Ping explained with full confidence.