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

The murderous aura emanating from Chen Ping gradually faded, and his overwhelming anger was forcefully suppressed by the cold reality and the stark pros and cons.

He was furious.

They are angry at the injustice of the world, angry at the biased rules, angry at the unbridled evildoers, and angry that the innocent are forced to compromise.

But he had to admit that every word Lin Xiaoran said was the truth, the most real and helpless reality.

He was filled with righteous indignation, wanting to uphold justice and give this family a fair chance. But in the end, this righteous indignation might become the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

You won the lawsuit, but lost your life.

This is the most ironic and unsolvable ending.

After a long while, Chen Ping's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually subsided.

He exhaled a long breath, a breath filled with frustration and helplessness, which finally turned into a very low, bitter laugh.

"So that's how it is."

He murmured softly, his voice hoarse and weary.

"What I thought was upholding justice will, in the end, harm them instead."

Lin Xiaoran watched as the light in his eyes dimmed little by little, seeing this usually calm, composed, and decisive man reveal such a frustrated and helpless look.

A slight thought crossed my mind, and my tone softened a bit. It was no longer a cold, hard analysis of pros and cons, but rather a gentler one.

"I'm not trying to discourage you, nor am I defending injustice."

"In the adult world, many choices are not about right or wrong, but about advantages and disadvantages."

"For them now, receiving school subsidies to focus on their child's treatment, recovery, and survival is far more important than a pointless lawsuit that only causes further harm."

Chen Ping nodded slowly.

He got it.

I understand the道理 (principles/reasons), but I still can't get over that mental hurdle.

Doctors can cure all diseases, but they cannot cure the biases of the world or save people from injustice.

He looked up at the dense cluster of lights in the inpatient ward.

Behind one of the windows, the young girl lay listlessly, her remaining life long, yet already devoid of color.

"Xiaoran, thank you..." Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why thank me? Just make sure you don't get sick from all the anger. Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Lin Xiaoran smiled, and the calm and coldness on her face disappeared.

"I..." Chen Ping had just opened his mouth when the phone suddenly rang.

He took out his phone and saw that it was Cui Ying's mother calling.

Chen Ping glanced at Lin Xiaoran and then answered the phone.

Lin Xiaoran, being sensible, took a few steps to the side.

"Chen Ping, are you done with your business? I left the door open for you, but I noticed it was so late and you hadn't come back yet, so I called to check on you. I hope I didn't bother you?"

Cui Ying's mother asked cautiously.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to bother you. I... I was just about to go home."

Chen Ping quickly said.

He wanted to say he wouldn't go, but he didn't want to spoil the fun.

After all, they left the door open for us so late and even called to check on us.

"Okay, drive carefully, no rush, I go to bed late anyway."

After saying that, Cui Ying's mother hung up the phone.

Chen Ping listened to the dial tone on the phone and sighed softly.

What needs to be faced must be faced.

"Where are you going?" Lin Xiaoran asked as Chen Ping finished his call and came over.

"You don't need to worry about me. I'll just take a taxi myself. I've already taken up so much of your time."

Chen Ping smiled and said.

"It won't be a problem. I'm free tonight anyway, so I'll take you there," Lin Xiaoran said.

"Really, no need. I can just take a taxi myself."

Chen Ping waved his hand, not wanting Lin Xiaoran to know that he had gone to Cui Ying's house to sleep.

Lin Xiaoran looked at Chen Ping, then suddenly smiled slyly, "You won't let me take you, are you secretly going to an entertainment venue?"

"You definitely took advantage of Cui Ying's absence to go and have some fun, didn't you?"

"No, don't talk nonsense, I didn't..." Chen Ping panicked a little.

"If it's not, why won't you let me deliver it?" Lin Xiaoran pressed on.

"I..." Chen Ping opened his mouth, "Alright, take me there."

Lin Xiaoran smiled like a victor, then got into the car, and Chen Ping followed her into the passenger seat.

"Go to Cui Ying's house, do you know her?"

After Chen Ping got into the car, he asked.

Lin Xiaoran was clearly stunned for a moment, looked at Chen Ping incredulously, and without saying anything more, stepped on the gas and headed towards Cui Ying's house.

The car fell silent instantly.

Lin Xiaoran's fingers, gripping the steering wheel, paused slightly, and the smile on her profile vanished completely.

She had only meant it as a casual joke, intending to tease the man who was feeling frustrated and resentful all night.

Unexpectedly, the address Chen Ping ultimately gave was Cui Ying's house.

At that moment, she understood everything.

The reason she kept refusing to let me deliver it wasn't because she was afraid of causing her trouble, nor because she had other plans; it was because she was deliberately avoiding suspicion and didn't want Cui Ying's family to see that it was me who delivered it.

A faint trace of melancholy flashed across Lin Xiaoran's eyes, disappearing in an instant, and finally turning into a silent chuckle.

She didn't ask another question or make another joke. She steadily pressed the accelerator, turned the car around, and drove smoothly towards Cui Ying's villa area.

Speechless all the way.

Chen Ping leaned back in the passenger seat, his face turned to the window, watching the neon lights rushing past, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

The feeling of helplessness that had been building up at the hospital hadn't even dissipated when the thought of facing Cui Ying's mother later made her face flush with embarrassment and unease.

A dozen minutes later, the black Mercedes came to a steady stop downstairs in the villa area.

"arrive."

Lin Xiaoran's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Chen Ping unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around and thanked him, "Thank you for your help tonight, I've kept you occupied for so long."

"It was just a small favor."

Lin Xiaoran looked up at him and said, "Go upstairs and get some rest."

Chen Ping nodded, opened the door, and got out of the car.

He stood by the roadside and glanced back. Lin Xiaoran didn't linger. The car window slowly rolled up, the car made a clean U-turn, merged into the night traffic, and soon disappeared completely at the intersection.

After watching the car drive away, Chen Ping raised his hand to rub his burning cheeks, took a deep breath, and turned to walk into the residential area.

The first floor of Cui Ying's villa was brightly lit, and the gate to the courtyard was ajar, clearly left open specifically for him.

I gently pushed open the door, and the warm yellow light from the living room shone down, the room quiet and peaceful.

Cui Ying's father should have already rested; only Cui's mother was sitting on the sofa, holding her phone, as if she had been waiting for him to come home.

Hearing the noise, Cui's mother immediately looked up, a gentle smile on her face: "Chen Ping is back?"

The moment their eyes met, Chen Ping's face flushed again, and he felt so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet.

The thought of how he had been messing around in Cui Ying's room a couple of days ago, and how his aunt had seen everything and even taken pictures, made him want to crawl into a hole and disappear.

He nodded stiffly and greeted her in a low voice, "Auntie, it's so late, why aren't you resting yet?"

"I've been waiting for you. I told you I'd leave the door open for you."

Mrs. Cui put down her phone, patted the sofa next to her, and said, "Come sit down for a while, there's no rush to go upstairs."

Chen Ping's heart tightened, feeling incredibly embarrassed, but he could only obediently walk over and sit down, feeling extremely uncomfortable.