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The Maybach was waiting there, and the driver was still downstairs.

The man opened the back door and shoved the person inside.

"I can take the subway myself. You can go back and catch up on your sleep."

"Mrs. He, can I hug you again?" He Tingchu bent down and sat down.

The middle baffle rose up quickly.

The man held her waist and lifted her up, causing Wen Xi to fall onto his lap. Through the two thin layers of fabric, she could feel the heat emanating from beneath him.

It was obvious that Wen Xi had been burned by something; after all, she was all too familiar with it, and the tips of her ears instantly turned red.

"Has the matter been resolved?"

"Um."

"Then go back and catch up on your sleep."

"I'm fixing it now." The man squinted, his lips brushing against her forehead.

The Maybach was parked at the intersection opposite the hospital. On her first day of work as a resident medical student, Wen Xi didn't want to become the focus of everyone's discussion.

Before getting out of the car, Wen Xi glanced around furtively to make sure there were no acquaintances before getting out and running quickly over.

Watching her jog across the street, He Tingchu's heart clenched. He sent a message:

"If you run across the street again, I'll personally teach Dr. Wen a lesson."

It's unbearable to look at.

-

After Wen Xi changed his clothes, Zhao Jingzhi pushed open the door and came in.

"Let's go. First day of rotation. Time for rounds. Grab your notebook. You're lucky today, it's Director Xiao's turn to make rounds."

Even on their second meeting, Wen Xi felt an innate sense of familiarity with Zhao Jingzhi; people with similar magnetic fields are always drawn to each other.

Wen Xi admitted that she and Zhao Jingzhi truly appreciated each other.

Yes, she likes Zhao Jingzhi from Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

"I'll let you in on a secret. Yesterday, when you fainted in Dr. Xiao's arms, he carried you and sprinted 100 meters to the emergency room," Zhao Jingzhi whispered in her ear.

"..." Wen Xi was stunned.

She fainted yesterday and didn't know anything. She thought the ambulance brought her in.

It turned out to be the case.

"I have to admit, Dr. Xiao is incredibly strong. The subway station is about 400 meters from the emergency room, and he carried you in just five minutes," Zhao Jingzhi rambled on.

She had just gotten off the subway yesterday when she saw a familiar face walk by. Upon closer inspection, she saw that Xiao Jingping was holding a woman in his arms.

Accelerating under load.

The scene was quite comical, so she couldn't help but start timing him.

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment.

Yesterday she saved Wang Ye's wife, and Wang Ye was so moved that he almost knelt down to her. So, in that sense, wouldn't Xiao Jingping be considered her savior?

How should she thank him?

Wen Xi stroked his chin thoughtfully, realizing he needed to prepare a gift for his senior.

Kneeling down to him seems a bit much.

Besides, she was just having a hypoglycemic episode, it wasn't a life-or-death situation, and she wasn't a savior. Even if she lay on the ground, she would wake up on her own.

In the corridor, a group of resident doctors followed Xiao Jingping. Xiao Jingping gave her a complicated look.

"Good morning, Dr. Xiao," everyone greeted in unison.

"Let's go, let's do the ward rounds," Xiao Jingping instructed.

The doctor beside him handed him a stack of medical records. A black pen hung from the pocket of his white coat. Xiao Jingping took out the pen and wrote something in the medical records.

Wen Xi, recalling Zhao Jingzhi's words, stared blankly at the man's retreating figure for a moment.

How should I thank him?

In the ward, Xiao Jingping was communicating with the attending physician about the patient's condition and surgical plan. At that moment, she thought Xiao Jingping was really handsome; he was shrouded in the aura of his profession.

From a distance, he looked like a man with a halo above his head; he was an angel.

"Bed 28, how are you feeling today?" Xiao Jingping asked during his rounds.

"Director Xiao, I still have chest tightness and mild shortness of breath today. I get out of breath after just a few steps," the tall, thin programmer said, clutching his chest.

Xiao Jingping remained calm. He took out his stethoscope and performed a routine examination, then spoke indifferently:

"We'll be doing a plain CT scan later, Dr. Wen. Could you tell me the differences in symptoms between secondary and tension pneumothorax?"

Director Xiao gave a short test on the spot.

The resident trainees present were all sweating bullets for Wen Xi.

Wen Xi accurately grasped the problem:

"Tension pneumothorax is the formation of a pleural valve, which is fatal and can cause extreme difficulty breathing, carotid artery distension, tracheal instability, and hypotensive shock..." Wen Xi readily agreed.

Xiao Jingping turned his head and looked over, a faint smile on his face.

The resident trainees next to her gave her a thumbs up.

"Dr. Wen is one of those people who can handle Director Xiao's deadly interrogation on their first day of work. Last time, Dr. Xie cried for days after being scolded after being tested." Zhao Jingzhi gave him a compliment card.

Being addressed as Dr. Wen filled Wen Xi with an indescribable sense of relief.

She felt a surge of joy, as if she had been given a powerful sense of mission, and the dimples on her cheeks appeared and disappeared.

"Is Director Xiao really that fierce?" Wen Xi couldn't help but gossip with Zhao Jingzhi from behind the crowd.

"Authenticity guaranteed".

"Wait, Director Xiao? He's so young and he's already a director?" It was at that moment that Wen Xi realized that Xiao Jingping was not some Dr. Xiao.

It was Deputy Director Xiao, an authority in thoracic surgery.

"As for the deputy director's abilities, they're only second to your mentor, Director Gu." Zhao Jingzhi nodded heavily.

Wen Xi's gaze lingered on Xiao Jingping's slightly immature face for a long time; he was only four years older than Wen Xi.

However, his face was clearly incompatible with his position. Her undergraduate professor had mentioned that for most doctors, forty was considered young to advance to this position, and Xiao Jingping's face was excessively youthful...

Wen Xi combined the face of the man in front of her with that of the boy on campus many years ago, and felt a sense of time quietly slipping away.

"Although Director Xiao is young, he was invited back from abroad by the hospital director. He's the most beautiful girl in our hospital, handsome, incredibly capable, from a good family, and still single. Haven't you seen how the nurses have been drooling over him for so long?" Zhao Jingzhi clicked her tongue.

Her gaze lingered on the man's face for a long time.

"Do you like him too?" Wen Xi's mind raced.

"As for me, I got married young... I don't have a chance anymore, but you still have a chance." Zhao Jingzhi lowered her head and turned the wedding ring on her ring finger.

Wen Xi paused for a moment, then quickly waved his hand.

"I don't have a chance either."

"Don't be a coward, if you like someone, go for it bravely."

"I really don't dare." Wen Xi bit her lip, unsure how to explain.

Zhao Jingzhi was able to openly admit that she was married.

Why is she afraid?

Or is it the uncertainty about the future?

Or perhaps, it's cowardice?