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

The more Wen Xi imagined, the more terrifying it became. He dared not let his imagination run wild, for fear of delaying He Tingchu's important business.

On the other hand, she was also busy at the hospital, so she didn't have much time to overthink things.

Especially recently, Director Xiao seems to be acting particularly abnormally. He keeps taking her to various consultations, ward rounds, to observe surgeries, and to write medical records. There are endless medical records and doctor's orders to write, and countless X-rays to review.

With endless notes to read and the medical licensing exam looming in front of her, she wished she could grow two heads and two hands.

Two weeks later, He Tingchu inexplicably came back to life during the day:

He even had the leisure to send a picture; in the photo, a man's slender fingers were holding a small orange flower.

Mrs. He, what kind of flower is this?

When Wen Xi received the message, she was eating in the cafeteria. With a rib in her mouth, she bit her tongue, and blood with a metallic taste filled her mouth.

Wen Xi paused, her hand holding the phone faltering, her heart skipping a beat.

Trumpet creeper.

【Then what is this?】He Tingchu’s next picture came in: a yellow flower bud.

What, are you treating her like a steamed bun?

【Wind Chime Tree. Professor He, why are you so free today? But, Dr. Wen, I have to go to my clinic soon.】 Although Wen Xi said this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up.

[Are you sure it's a Tabebuia chrysantha? Dr. Wen, please take a closer look.]

Wen Xi zoomed in on the picture. No, these were clearly the flowers she grew on her balcony, all of them her "treasures".

She noticed the red bricks and the familiar plants and trees.

That was her home. Before she knew it, Wen Xi had been away from home for more than half a year.

She was twenty-three years old and had never been away from home for so long.

Wen Xi's eyes instantly reddened. She realized that she missed home and He Tingchu.

Now it was Wen Xi's turn to panic. This man had actually gone to Haicheng without anyone noticing. Wasn't he supposed to go to Germany and then to Suzhou?

Why did they go to Haicheng out of the blue?

They even went to her house.

Wen Xi stopped eating, went to a quiet spot deep in the corridor, and made a phone call:

"You're in my house? Shouldn't you be in Germany?"

"Dr. Wen doesn't need glasses, your eyesight is good." The man's low voice entered her ears, and upon hearing his familiar voice, Wen Xi felt like crying.

What are you going to Haicheng for?

"Hanyu's headquarters are in Haicheng," He Tingchu said earnestly.

"Who gave you permission to come to my house?"

"An ugly son-in-law doesn't need a reason to visit his mother-in-law, does he?" the man replied lazily.

"Where's my grandma? Where are my parents?" she asked via video call.

"Wait a minute." He Tingchu answered the video call. In the living room, the whole family was sitting neatly at the dining table, but she was the only one missing.

"Grandma, Mom and Dad, there's so much delicious food! You're so biased towards He Tingchu, making him so much good food," Wen Xi muttered.

"I'll make it for you when you get back," Wen Shiyuan coaxed.

The video camera panned around, focusing on the man's striking features. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that the skin on his neck was slightly red, clearly sunburned.

Haicheng's climate is not as nurturing as Beijing's; the ultraviolet radiation is extremely strong. He Tingchu clearly lacked experience and underestimated the scorching heat of the Haicheng sun.

"Lunch break is almost over, let's go, time for the doctor's appointment." Zhao Jingzhi popped out from behind and patted her on the shoulder.

I spotted the man in the video at a glance.

Damn, this man is way too good-looking.

Zhao Jingzhi considered himself to have met countless people in his life, but he had never seen such a stunning beauty.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was stunningly beautiful.

"Go to work, Dr. Wen." He Tingchu raised an eyebrow.

"He Tingchu, don't blame me for not reminding you, Haicheng is not Beijing, remember to wear sunscreen." After saying that, a blush crept onto her fair face, and she quickly hung up the phone.

The man on the other side of the screen smiled slightly.

"Qiqi is feeling sorry for her man," Grandma Wen whispered in Xie Chunxi's ear.

"You're right."

-

"Wow, Wen Xi, tell me honestly, who was that handsome guy just now? His looks..." Zhao Jingzhi said, linking her arm with his.

"Oh, your face is as red as a monkey's bottom. Boyfriend? You're so excited, Wen Xi. You, you, you, you're actually into pure love. Have you been feeling down these past few days because of him... Tell me, are you lovesick or something?" Zhao Jingzhi blurted out.

"Zhao Jingzhi, are you looking for death? How dare you look at my phone." Wen Xi made a threatening gesture with his eyes, and the two walked towards the clinic while talking and laughing.

That afternoon, it was Dr. Xiao Jingping's turn to see patients. Appointments with Dr. Xiao are incredibly difficult to obtain; the aisle was packed with people standing, sitting, and leaning against the door of her consultation room. As soon as she came out, patients crowded around her.

"Dr. Wen, could you please add me to the appointment list? I came all the way from Jiangcheng and have been waiting for three days, but I still haven't been able to get an appointment with Dr. Xiao. Even using scalpers didn't help. My mother can't wait any longer; she's over seventy." The young man's eyes were earnest.

"Dr. Wen, can you add me to the list too?" another patient said.

"We can't buy tickets from scalpers, I'll go ask Dr. Xiao," Wen Xi whispered.

She opened the door, and Xiao Jingping was washing and disinfecting his hands. He then spoke.

"Dr. Wen, please open the door and welcome us. Is your notebook ready?"

"Director Xiao, could you help me add two more appointments? I've seen those two patients at the door several times, but I can't get an appointment..." Wen Xi said guiltily, his eyes lowered.

"Dr. Wen, you've opened up a new channel today, so it's not just two appointments anymore, it's countless appointments, and there's tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, you're going to kill me with exhaustion, a doctor's life is also a life..." Xiao Jingping's tone was calm but his face was full of helplessness.

Wen Xi pursed her lips. He deserved to be scolded. Everyone in the hospital knew that Director Xiao was always cold-hearted!

She had no choice but to take a desperate gamble:

"Senior, just this once, please, please, don't do it again."

Wen Xi's voice was barely audible, and he clasped his hands together.

Because she addressed him as "senior," Xiao Jingping was overjoyed, but he murmured to himself...

"Just this once, and don't let it happen again."

"Hey, senior, you look a little too handsome today," Wen Xi said sweetly, opening the door to tell the patients the good news.

Xiao Jingping's heart skipped a beat, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

After a busy afternoon of seeing patients, Wen Xi rubbed his sore shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.

After making an exception and adding two more numbers, just as Xiao Jingping had predicted, countless numbers followed. As a result, more than a dozen more numbers were added that day, until Xiao Jingping's face became increasingly sour.

Director Xiao, who always leaves work on time, was unusually working overtime, naturally including Wen Xi, the culprit.

After the last patient left, both of them suddenly went black and collapsed into their chairs.

God protected them, they are still alive...

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Xiao." Wen Xi had made a mistake, so he needed to correct his attitude.

"We're in the same boat, we're in the same boat," Xiao Jingping said with a forced smile.

"I'll treat you to a meal another day to express my apologies."

"Can't it be today?"

"I have an appointment today, sorry." She had arranged to go shopping with Zhao Jingzhi that day, and Zhao Jingzhi had been waiting for her for almost an hour.

Wen Xi tidied up the things on the table. Xiao Jingping looked at the woman beside him, pondered for a moment, and then paused:

"Qiqi, how have you been these past few years...?"