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

He Sichen didn't know why he put it on his wrist.

Anyway, it's already on.

Now that she's asking, he can't possibly hand it over.

This thing was kept warm by his body heat all night; what kind of logic is it to hand it over?

"strangeness."

Si Yimian scratched her head.

"Where did it go?"

He Sichen didn't reply and continued walking forward.

He stared straight ahead, and the edges of his earlobe burned.

Chen Lan's ward is on the eighth floor of the inpatient department.

When He Sichen led Si Yimian on rounds, Chen Lan was sitting on the hospital bed when they pushed open the door.

His right shoulder was wrapped in thick gauze, and his left hand was peeling an orange rather clumsily.

"Dr. Crane!"

When Chen Lan saw him come in, she struggled to sit up straight.

"Don't move."

He Sichen walked over and picked up the medical record folder at the foot of the bed to look through it.

"The recovery is going well."

Chen Lan grinned, her wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes.

"I'm tough; a knife wound won't hurt me."

"Thank you, Dr. He."

Chen Lan paused, her gaze drifting towards the door.

"Zhao Zhao, she..."

"The indicators are very good."

He Sichen closed the medical record folder.

"Once your condition stabilizes, you can be transferred back to a regular ward."

Chen Lan's shoulders relaxed, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

She cut the orange in half and handed one half to Si Yimian.

"Sister, thank you for yesterday."

Si Yimian took the orange, broke off a segment, and popped it into her mouth.

"Sister Chen, I should be thanking you."

"If you hadn't rushed in quickly, Dr. He would have been disfigured."

"It won't look good if you get disfigured."

He Sichen glanced at her.

Si Yimian pretended not to see and continued eating her oranges.

He Sichen withdrew his gaze and looked at Chen Lan again.

"The police are going through the proper procedures with Liu Dawei."

"If you wish to pursue this matter, Yu-An Legal Services can provide full assistance."

Chen Lan paused in peeling the orange, then shook her head.

"Dr. He, I've been thinking about this all night."

"I won't pursue this further."

Si Yimian was taken aback, quite puzzled.

"Sister Chen, he almost stabbed Dr. He, and he also stabbed you."

"I know."

She raised her head, her eyes deep-set, yet her gaze clear.

"I don't understand any grand principles, but both he and I have prayed for our child's life on this floor."

"His child is gone, his wife drank pesticide and is in the ICU. If he goes in too, his family will collapse."

"I took this knife wound, but it didn't break any bones. But if he gets a heavy sentence, who will take care of his elderly mother and his wife in the ICU?"

"It's right to hate him, but hating him makes my life miserable."

"I issued a letter of understanding not out of pity for him."

"It's to accumulate good karma for my Zhaozhao, so that she will only meet good people in the future."

Si Yimian stood by the bed, her heart sinking into a soft spot.

She suddenly realized that her journey into the book hadn't been in vain.

The original owner's world was full of scheming, framing, and fighting.

But Chen Lan showed her another kind of person.

Even though he was covered in mud himself, he was still willing to lend a helping hand to others.

She suddenly understood why He Sichen, despite repeatedly experiencing medical disputes and being splashed with dirty water, would still repeatedly pull people back from the brink of death.

Because behind those who deserve to be saved, there are often those who deserve even more to be saved.

He Sichen remained silent for a moment before speaking.

Are you sure?

"Sure."

Chen Lan nodded, her eyes resolute.

"Dr. He, please save my child, I trust you."

"But I believe there are people in this world who have it even harder than me."

He Sichen looked down at her.

After a long pause, he spoke.

"I will leave the legal matters to my legal department. Your letter of understanding will be used as a reference for sentencing, but it cannot exempt you from criminal prosecution."

"But he needs to receive psychological intervention, and the social work department of Yu'an will follow up."

Chen Lan was stunned: "Dr. He..."

"Leaving a way for the living to survive is Yu'an's rule."

"But it's not about unconditional forgiveness; it's about letting him live, ensuring he doesn't hurt anyone again, and that he receives the punishment he deserves."

He Sichen took a form out of the medical record folder and placed it on Chen Lan's quilt.

"There's one more thing."

"The hospital's logistics department is short-staffed. We are looking for a warehouse management position with a monthly salary of 8,000 yuan and full social insurance and housing fund benefits."

"Flexible working hours make it convenient for you to take care of Zhaozhao."

Chen Lan stared at him blankly, as if she hadn't understood.

"Dr. He...you mean...?"

He Sichen interrupted her, his tone cold.

"Give it a try after you're discharged from the hospital."

Chen Lan's eyes reddened, her lips trembled, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

She stared down at the table, her fingers gripping the bed sheet tightly.

He Sichen then pulled out another document.

"Zhaozhao's rehabilitation has been incorporated into Yu'an's long-term follow-up system and is being managed through the VIP rehabilitation channel."

"The Yu'an Foundation will cover all follow-up examinations, rehabilitation training, and psychological counseling."

Chen Lan's tears fell in a steady stream, landing on the application form.

"Dr. He, I..."

"I don't know how to say it..."

"No need to say anything."

He Sichen spoke, but his tone remained indifferent.

"You took a knife for me yesterday, I don't like owing favors."

He Sichen raised his hand to look at his watch, then turned and walked out.

"Take good care of your injury. After you are discharged from the hospital, report directly to the logistics department."

Si Yimian watched his retreating figure, then looked at Chen Lan, who was crying her eyes out, and bent down to whisper in Chen Lan's ear.

"Sister Chen, it's not that he doesn't like owing favors."

She lowered her voice, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"He's such a good person, but he won't let me praise him."

He Sichen's voice drifted in from the corridor: "Si Yimian."

"Here it comes, here it comes."

Si Yimian winked at Chen Lan and ran after her.

As they left the ward, Si Yimian followed beside him.

After a long silence, she suddenly looked up at him.

"Dr. He, I have a question."

"ask."

"Why didn't you just give Sister Chen several hundred thousand?"

She turned her head to look at him, her tone serious.

"Several hundred thousand is just a number to you. Just give her the money and she won't have to work. You won't have to worry about Zhaozhao's recovery either. It's so much easier."

He Sichen stopped at the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.

"What people who are short of money need most is not money, but an opportunity that will allow them to no longer be short of money."

"Giving money directly is the easiest way to exhaust one's sympathy."

"Giving her a job is a way of respecting her dignity."

Si Yimian looked up at him.

The morning light slanted in through the corridor window, casting a pale golden hue on his profile.

He always breaks down gentleness into small pieces and mixes it into the rules.

A person like He Sichen would be enshrined in a temple.

If you put it with her, she'll kiss you until you cry.

She was overwhelmed by the contrast.

So she decided to give up.

We need to find an opportunity to take care of him as soon as possible.

"Dr. He, don't you like owing favors?"

He Sichen stepped into the elevator.

"Um."

Si Yimian quickened her pace, walked to his side, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Then I'll take the knife for you, and you'll be my husband?"

He Sichen seemed to be put on pause, and his earlobes burned at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Si Yimian, do you even know what you're saying?"

Si Yimian nodded seriously.

"I know."

"I don't want your money, so you'll repay me with your body."

In the enclosed space, the scent of peaches wafted over again from her body.

It's so annoying.

He Sichen stared at the fluctuating floor numbers, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Watch less short dramas, they'll ruin your brain."

The elevator doors slid open with a ding.

He Sichen started walking, his pace much faster than usual.

Si Yimian followed behind, looking at his bright red ears and the corners of his mouth that were so upturned they could hang an oil bottle.

That dog of a man, he can't take being teased.

Just as she was about to deliver another blow, He Sichen's phone rang.

He Sichen answered the call, listened for half a minute, and his face darkened.

"understood."

He hung up the phone, opened the screenshot sent by Song Yilang, and then looked at Si Yimian.

On the screen, his name was trending on social media, followed by the words "Qin Enyu's underwear".

I've never been this dirty in my life.

She was looking down, picking at her nails, her face radiating tranquility.

"Si Yimian".

"Um?"

She looked up, her doe-like eyes blinking.

"Your plan to resolve public opinion surrounding Qin Enyu."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"So you're just using me as a shield?"