The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

He Nanxian's gaze swept over the blood-stained curved tray and instruments beside the examination bed, finally settling on He Sichen.

He Sichen had retreated to the workbench and was slowly wiping his hands with disinfectant.

Si Yimian sat obediently on the edge of the bed, looking up at He Nanxian.

He was indeed handsome, with striking features and a clean-cut profile.

She has a clean and pure demeanor, and her smile is captivating; she's the type that many girls would fall for.

"I'm injured."

"Since I couldn't find anyone, I had no choice but to trouble you, brother."

He Nanxian looked at Si Yimian with a complicated expression.

In the chaos of the night, everyone's attention was focused on Si Ningyou, and he didn't notice that she was also injured.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

There was reproach in his tone, but more than that, there was concern.

Si Yimian looked up at him, her eyes clear.

"You were in a hurry to take Ningyou to the hospital."

"You said it yourself, your sister's affairs are more important."

He Nanxian didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Feel sorry."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and his tone was filled with guilt.

"I was too anxious at the time."

Si Yimian gave him a very faint smile, showing her great understanding.

"It's okay, allergies can range from minor to serious. Sister, you should be more careful with your constitution."

"Unlike me, I'm thick-skinned and good at enduring things."

He Sichen's eyes darkened.

This little thing really knows how to stir up trouble.

Every word was both thoughtful and like a soft knife.

All of He Nanxian's explanations were shut down.

"If you get injured next time, just call me."

Si Yimian nodded obediently.

"it is good."

He agreed quickly, but it sounded perfunctory.

I won't answer anyway.

He Nanxian was the only light in the original owner's darkness.

When she returned to the Si family at the age of fifteen, she was bullied at school, and he came to her rescue time and time again.

Ke He Nanxian is a stubborn person.

On one hand, he felt sorry for her and wanted to protect her, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of Si Ningyou.

When the original owner was bullied, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped in.

Si Ningyou frowned and turned to leave.

Just like tonight.

Like many nights in the past.

Give a glimmer of light, then extinguish it; offer a piece of candy, then pull your hand away.

He was the one who saved her, and he was also the one who pushed her away.

Not thoroughly scummy, not purely good.

Anyone would be depressed in this situation.

He Nanxian turned to He Sichen, changing the subject.

"Brother, Dad asked me to come and get you. Ningyou's situation isn't good."

"Dad called you a few times but you didn't answer, so he told me to come directly to you."

He Sichen was taken aback.

The phone rang three times on the table, when he was holding Si Yimian's legs in his grasp.

I'm too busy to answer.

I don't want to answer.

"It's inconvenient to clean the wound."

He deserved the coldness, and the reasons were beyond reproach.

He Nanxian did not ask any further questions.

"Let's go now."

He Sichen nodded slightly in agreement.

"Dr. Crane."

Si Yimian suddenly called out softly, her voice delicate.

Both men looked at her at the same time.

She sat by the examination bed, her doe-like eyes glistening with soft tears.

"I'll go see my sister too."

Tonight is going to be a big show in the original story.

Si Ningyou staged a nut allergy herself, shifting the blame onto the original owner, who then earned the title of "poisonous woman" and was besieged by her entire family.

This frustrating plot needs to be changed tonight.

He Sichen stared at her silently for a few seconds.

"Can."

"Change your soaking wet dress first."

Si Yimian looked down at herself.

The white dress was soaked through and clung to her body, revealing her curves.

That's really not very respectable.

He Sichen pointed to the cabinet in the corner.

"The hospital gown is in the closet. Change into it before you leave."

She nodded obediently.

"it is good."

He Sichen turned and left, leaving a comment as he passed He Nanxian.

"Go outside and wait."

……

In the corridor, He Nanxian stood against the wall, took out a cigarette, and then put it back.

"Brother, is the location of Mianmian's injury quite high up?"

His gaze fell on the closed door, and he suddenly spoke, his tone subtle.

He Sichen glanced at him sideways, the image of those soft and alluring legs flashing through his mind.

"If you're so concerned, where were you when he was injured and bleeding?"

His tone was flat, yet it made the air feel heavy.

He Nanxian was speechless, and swallowed the rest of his words.

Then, the door opened.

"I'm changed, let's go."

Si Yimian's soft voice came through.

He Sichen turned around.

Si Yimian was wearing a loose hospital gown with a loose collar that revealed a section of her collarbone.

Her hair was dried and loosely tied at the back of her head.

Plain and unadorned, yet dazzlingly clean.

It's even purer now.

It also makes one want to tear it apart.

How did this woman grow up like this?

Wearing anything feels like an invitation.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze, turned around, and pressed the elevator button.

……

The VIP wards are on the top floor.

When the door opened, Si Congshan, Si's father, was on the phone.

Hearing the voice, he turned around and saw that it was He Sichen. He immediately hung up the phone and put on a smile.

"Si Chen is here, quickly show Ning You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Si Yimian was wearing a large hospital gown.

He frowned slightly.

Si Ningyou's mother, Shen Qiutang, sat by the hospital bed, holding Si Ningyou's hand, her face full of worry.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and his gaze lingered on Si Yimian.

"Mianmian? What's wrong with you...?"

"Mother."

The cry was soft and sweet, like a child who had suffered a great injustice and finally found their parents.

She limped over to him.

Only daughters who are good at acting have the right to inherit.

The original owner was too concerned about her reputation, so she became shameless.

Love is something you have to fight for, and inheritance rights are even more so.

She wants to be her parents' sweet little darling, their comforting little girl.

Even if her heart is skewed, she will straighten it out.

Ruan Qiutang was stunned, her heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong?"

For eight whole years, the child never hugged her on his own initiative.

Normally, I look at her like she's a stranger; her timid gaze is irritating.

She tried to get close, but every time she took one step closer, her daughter would take three steps back.

Over time, she also got used to keeping her distance.

But at that moment, a soft, warm body suddenly bumped into his arms, carrying a faint sweet fragrance.

Si Yimian buried her face in the crook of her neck, her voice muffled and pitiful.

"I was cut on the thigh by a shard of glass, and Dr. He just treated it."

Just as Ruan Qiutang was about to ask her questions, Si Ningyou, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly spoke up weakly.

"Mom, I feel a tightness in my chest..."

With just one sentence, Ruan Qiutang's attention was instantly drawn back.

Si Ningyou was leaning against the pillow, her face pale.

She was gentle and beautiful, and her frail appearance at this moment made her even more pitiful.

Ruan Qiutang's hand froze in mid-air before turning towards the hospital bed.

"Chest tightness? Difficulty breathing?"

Si Congshan didn't bother with pleasantries and strode to the bedside.

"Si Chen, please take a look at this quickly."

Si Yimian's arms were empty.

Tsk, this mom actually falls for this.

He Sichen stepped forward, picked up the medical record folder, and glanced at it.

He then looked up at Si Ningyou.

"Vital signs are stable, laryngeal edema has subsided, and allergen testing showed nuts."

"But judging from the physical signs, the intake was extremely small, so small that it seemed like the dosage was deliberately controlled."

He paused, then looked at He Nanxian.

"They were rushing me so much, I thought he was about to die."

"If she had arrived half an hour later, she could have been discharged on her own."

Si Ningyou's expression turned somewhat awkward.

He Nanxian's expression also darkened, and he frowned slightly.

"Brother, what are you saying?"

He Sichen closed the medical record folder and put it back in its original place.

"truth."

"If you want to hear lies, you have to pay extra."

"Emotional value is charged separately."

Si Yimian almost wanted to applaud him.

Dr. He's mouth deserves to be listed as an intangible cultural heritage.

How presumptuous of me!

But why does it attract so many people?

Si Ningyou looked up at He Sichen, her eyes reddening.

"Brother Sichen is right, I'm too spoiled."

"Thinking back now, that orange juice tonight did taste a bit strange..."

Her voice softened, but she subtly shifted the focus of her conversation to Si Yimian.

"But Mianmian handed me that cup..."

Her gaze fell on Si Yimian, and she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

Everyone turned to look at her.

Si Yimian blinked and pointed to herself with a blank expression.

The classic segment may be late, but it's finally here.

"I've seen this starting stance before, sister."

"Is he going to hesitate and then hint that I have ulterior motives?"

"Then my parents would feel sorry for my sister and think I was a bad person who was addicted to drugs and morally corrupt."

"In the end, I was speechless and apologized while crying."

She looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Is this the script, sister?"