Newlyweds are in the throes of passion, but Professor He's little darling wants a separation.

The car started slowly, and the man's figure in the rearview mirror grew smaller and smaller, like a crystal-clear pearl with a broken string.

"Mrs. He, Professor He is sacrificing himself for his country. You should be proud of him." The female officer handed her a tissue.

She didn't like hearing that either.

She didn't want him to serve his country, much less sacrifice his life for it.

She has a very narrow perspective.

Wen Xi wasn't stupid. She vaguely felt that what He Tingchu was doing was mysterious and dangerous, but she couldn't figure out what exactly it was. He Tingchu hadn't intended to say, and she hadn't asked.

If he could speak, he would tell you everything; therefore, he cannot speak.

Wen Xi is politically astute, and his personal bodyguards are all mysterious and highly skilled. If there were no danger, he wouldn't need so many people protecting him.

Not long after the car drove away, He Tingchu lost contact again. Wen Xi stared at his phone, lost in thought, feeling an uncontrollable sense of unease.

The SUV traveled from Mangya all the way to Golmud, and when Wen Xi finally boarded the plane, he was still in a daze, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Was all of this real or fake, or just a dream, and now we're waking up from it?

She had just left He Tingchu, and she missed him terribly; her eyes were bloodshot.

After the plane landed in Beijing, Shen Fu had been notified in advance and was already waiting for her at the airport.

The Maybach slowly drove away, and Shen Fu, in the passenger seat, handed her a stack of prepared documents.

"Madam, these documents require your signature."

Wen Xi took it and glanced at the cover; it was an equity transfer agreement between Hanyu and 7UP, etc. Wen Xi didn't even look at it before pushing it back to him.

"I won't sign."

"Madam, this was personally instructed by President He," Shen Fu said in a low voice.

"I signed the agreement, so I'm the kidnappers' number one target. I don't want to die so soon." Wen Xi admitted that he wasn't in a good mood at the moment.

"..." Shen Fu glanced at her silently, but did not say anything.

It's the first time I've met someone who doesn't care about money.

Does his wife know how big these numbers are?

Wen Xi stared blankly at the disappearing streetlights outside the car window, then asked in a muffled voice,

"Has the new agreement between Kangde and Yufeng been signed?" Wen Xi remembered the important matter.

"It's been finalized, you don't need to worry. It's a well-considered contract that perfectly aligns with Kant's interests."

Shen Fu's abilities are beyond question; He Tingchu had repeatedly emphasized this point to her.

Upon seeing Shen Fu, Wen Xi was reminded of Dongdong's identity.

"Do you know Dongdong's identity?"

"Yes, I owe President He a debt I can never repay in this lifetime. As for Lu Qianqian... President He will handle it himself. Once everything in Kangde settles down, the truth will come out. Madam, you don't need to worry. Let her be smug for the last few days."

In Mangya, He Tingchu also told her a truth that was fatal to Lu Qianqian. Could Lu Qianqian really bear this truth?

Wen Xi paused for a moment, unsure whether she should sympathize with her or feel sorry for her.

But all of this was her own fault; greed knows no bounds.

Wen Xi sighed deeply, but there was nothing she could do.

-

After getting off the plane, Wen Xi went straight to the hospital. She had left in a hurry these past few days to switch shifts with Zhao Jingzhi. Now that she was back, there was no reason for her to continue to trouble Zhao Jingzhi.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wen Xi, covered in the chill of the night, arrived at the emergency room, looking dusty and tired. She was on rotation in the emergency room this month, and she searched for Zhao Jingzhi's figure in the crowd.

The emergency room was packed with patients. Zhao Jingzhi, supporting her back, came out to get water and spotted her savior – Dr. Wen.

During Wen Xi's temporary leave of absence, she was exhausted and on the verge of death.

"My Goddess... let me hug you." Zhao Jingzhi rushed over and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Zhao."

"Tell me, what exactly did you take leave for?"

She left in such a hurry that even Gu Lianyu didn't know why she had asked for leave.

"Go and arrest them," Wen Xi said with a sullen smile.

Having been through similar experiences, Zhao Jingzhi understood immediately. Recently, He Tingchu's news was trending on social media, and she had wanted to ask him about it, but Wen Xi chose not to say anything, which meant she had her reasons. Zhao Jingzhi naturally didn't believe the rumors online, because she had personally witnessed how that man flew back from Haicheng and the look in his eyes that seemed to want to "destroy" her.

It's a rumor, it must be a rumor.

Looking at Wen Xi's radiant face, showing no trace of melancholy, Zhao Jingzhi became even more determined in her heart.

"You look so radiant, you must have caught him in bed... You've had your fun with him, haven't you?" Zhao Jingzhi leaned on her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Then he gave Wen Xi a meaningful smile.

"..." What does all this have to do with anything? Wen Xi's face instantly turned red.

Zhao Jingzhi couldn't utter a single serious word.

After Wen Xi changed into a white coat, the two officially handed over their work. Zhao Jingzhi yawned widely and happily went home.

The moment Wen Xi sat down, the door was pushed open.

"Dr. Wen, the patient in bed number five is vomiting blood again..." The nurse rushed over and called her away again.

"It's likely a stomach hemorrhage. Check blood pressure, heart rate, respiration, and blood oxygen saturation. Arrange for an emergency gastroscopy and quickly prepare blood plasma," Wen Xi concluded after examining the patient.

"Dr. Wen, the patient in bed four has caught a fever again..." Nurse Ye rushed over again.

The emergency room's electronic monitor showed it was 12:00 AM. The patients were finally stable. She stretched and walked out. Xiao Ye brought her a cup of hot water, complaining...

"Two of his three souls have been lost..."

"Me too," Wen Xi said with a sense of empathy.

At that moment, an urgent ambulance siren rang, and a number of ambulances filed in.

"Dr. Wen, there's been a multi-vehicle collision at the Third Ring Road intersection. A pregnant woman, 34 weeks along, is experiencing severe bleeding... and she appears to have lung injuries," Dr. Yang reported as the ambulance returned.

"The baby is most likely about to be born. Quick, see who's in the respiratory and obstetrics departments?" Wen Xi came out of the office, pulled back the curtain, and saw that the pregnant woman's legs were covered in blood. Her expression became visibly tense.

"Director Xiao has just finished surgery and is getting ready to leave work..." Nurse Huang reminded him.

Wen Xi quickly dialed Xiao Jingping's number.

"Director Xiao, could you please stay until after get off work? There's a pregnant woman in the emergency room who suffered lung bleeding due to a car accident..."

"I'm coming right away..." Xiao Jingping hung up the phone and headed towards the emergency room.

"Director Xiao, the pregnant woman is 34 weeks along and is experiencing severe bleeding. I recommend a multidisciplinary team (MDT) approach in the obstetrics department, led by your respiratory department, with participation from obstetrics, neonatology, blood transfusion, etc." Wen Xi handed Xiao Jingping the pregnant woman's examination reports and medical records, which Xiao Jingping quickly reviewed and nodded.

"Take him to the operating room..." he ordered.

"The obstetrics department is short-staffed..." Xiao Ye said after making the call. It was the nighttime emergency, and there were only two doctors on duty in the obstetrics department who were currently in obstetric surgery and said they wouldn't be able to come down for a while.

"What should we do then?" Wen Xi was at a loss, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Wen Xi, you'll be the lead surgeon... Didn't you perform many surgeries under Director Huang's guidance in the obstetrics department before?" Xiao Jingping made the decision immediately.

"Yes, Dr. Wen, you've performed the surgery several times before..." Xiao Ye added in a low voice.

"No, I only dared to take out the knife because Director Huang was watching me the whole time..." Wen Xi hurriedly waved his hand, but now there was no Dr. Huang watching over him.

She dared not perform the surgery without a teacher present.

"I'm not human... Come in here." Xiao Jingping glared at him coldly and said sternly.

Wen Xi looked up at him, nodding emphatically as if her mind was going blank.

Right now, she has to do it.

The group followed Xiao Jingping into the operating room… Wen Xi needed to change into her lead apron, so she turned and went to the room next door.

"Where's my wife? My wife's name is Chen Lingling..." Zhang Yong stumbled in, his head wrapped in gauze, which was covered in blood.

"Your wife, Chen Lingling, is already in surgery. The mother is in a dangerous situation, and the baby is premature. She will need to go to the NICU, and the costs will be quite high. Go pay the bill first." The nurse stopped Zhang Yong and handed him a payment slip.

The payment slip listed the prepayment amount as "10 yuan". Zhang Yong's hands and trouser legs were covered in paint, he wore a red safety helmet, and a pair of Liberation brand rubber shoes.

Zhang Yong and Chen Lingling are a young migrant worker couple from a mountain city.

The two came to Beijing from Chongqing a few months ago to work, but because they lacked education, they couldn't find good jobs and could only do odd jobs such as painting and drilling on construction sites.

That evening, on their way back to their rented apartment by motorcycle after get off work, the two were involved in a multi-vehicle collision. An overloaded tanker truck veered off course and crashed into a red car. The car then veered off course and drove towards the two, knocking the motorcycle to the ground. Chen Lingling was thrown into the nearby green belt; she was 34 weeks pregnant.

Zhang Yong had long ago asked Chen Lingling to return to her hometown in Chongqing to prepare for childbirth, but Chen Lingling was worried about Zhang Yong working alone in Beijing. She insisted on going with Zhang Yong to help out at the construction site, saying she wanted to earn more money for baby formula for their unborn child. Unexpectedly, they got into a car accident...

The dark-skinned man, oblivious to the bloodstains seeping from his head, slapped himself hard across the face.

"Where would I get that much money?" Zhang Yong lowered his head, staring at the payment slip in his hand. He scratched his head helplessly, covered his face with his hands, and slumped down on the bench, sobbing softly.

"Xiao Huang, tell the finance department I'm going to pay the bill after my surgery," Wen Xi said before quickly entering the operating room.

"Nurse, who was that just now?"

"You're lucky today, you've met a living Buddha. That's Dr. Wen."