Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

The next morning at 8:40.

Tang Junyao, as usual, led a few people to Lu Jinnan's room for rounds and asked the routine question, "You can be discharged today."

Lu Jinnan was unhappy when he heard he was going to be discharged. He had originally planned to be discharged today, as it was boring to live alone. However, after Ji Hancheng moved in, he changed his mind because he would not only have company but also be able to watch plays. "Doctor, I had some insomnia last night and felt dizzy. How about we observe him for a while today? What if I faint after I go back? I'm still a child, I can't just leave like that."

Tang Junyao: "........."

Other doctors: "............" This poor acting is speechless. What part of your body is not fully developed?

Tang Junyao remained unmoved and said, "You're wasting the hospital's resources. The nurses said you played games until the early hours of the morning last night and even visited other rooms. This isn't a presidential suite, yet you've become addicted to staying here."

Lu Jinnan, thick-skinned, said, "I was just having insomnia and couldn't sleep. I was just showing concern for my neighbors. Besides, how can a presidential suite compare to this?"

Tang Junyao didn't want to talk to him anymore; it was all pointless nonsense. It was clear he didn't want to be discharged at all. "Stay if you like."

As we left the ward, the intern next to me asked, "Dr. Tang is clearly better, why are you keeping him here? Isn't that a waste of resources?"

Tang Junyao thought to herself, this floor is a place for the rich in the capital. Who would be so rich as to stay on this floor? There are people contributing, and it's not like there aren't enough beds. Who wouldn't be happy to do that?

He said in a low voice, "People who are foolish and have too much money should do something good, right? Our hospital can use that money to help impoverished families, can't we?"

Every year, the Imperial Capital Hospital subsidizes or reduces the medical expenses of many families in need, providing assistance. Naturally, it would not refuse the contributions of these wealthy individuals.

Before she entered the next ward, she glanced up at the door frame and noticed there was no name on it, but she didn't think much of it, as it was normal.

Xu Mingkai was stunned when he saw Tang Junyao push the door open and enter. His mind was filled with thoughts and a bit of doubt. He glanced at the man, who was either unconscious or asleep.

I remember the dean said yesterday that Ji Shao should have woken up last night, but he didn't. He even called the dean anxiously, but the dean said it was okay and he would wake up tomorrow, and told him not to worry.

Tang Junyao was also full of questions in the morning. She received a message from the dean in the middle of the night, asking her to take over the inpatient department for a while. She didn't need to go to the outpatient department for the time being, but could go there for special patients. She was a little depressed about this change. Originally, she was only a specialist who went to the outpatient department on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the inpatient department. Now she was completely in the inpatient department.

She was starting to suspect what the problem was, but maintained her professional demeanor, asking, "Is the patient still not awake?"

Xu Mingkai was a beat slow to react, "Ah, ah, yes, yes, no... not awake." Having not seen his young mistress for two years, his mind was a little blank.

Tang Junyao examined the medical record, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly. She squinted at the person on the bed, took out an instrument, and walked normally to the man's bedside. She used one hand to pry open his eyelids to examine him, then looked at the other eye, put the instrument back in her pocket, took out the stethoscope from her white coat, and listened to his chest.

Then he stood up and said to the taciturn Xu Mingkai, "Now that the patient is awake, make sure he doesn't move around too much, as he may feel dizzy. If he has any other more serious symptoms, press the call button."

Xu Mingkai stared at Tang Junyao. The entire examination was nothing out of the ordinary, and he couldn't see a trace of the young mistress's lingering affection for Ji Shao.

Tang Junyao turned and left the ward without saying another word to check on other patients.

The intern next to him kept turning back to whisper, "Who is Dr. Tang? He's so handsome! Even when he's asleep, he's still so charming and handsome."

Tang Junyao took a deep breath, thinking to herself that this was a really troublesome face, but said seriously, "You're a doctor, think about why you came here in the morning. Stop acting like a lovesick fool all day long. What are you thinking?"

The intern doctor blushed and lowered her head. She couldn't help herself; the man was just too handsome, even when he wasn't awake, that's why she said that.

When Tang Junyao returned to her office in the inpatient department, she heard other doctors talking about it.

"Who is this patient in room 1314? The hospital director came several times last night, supposedly getting out of bed and staying until the early hours of the morning."

"Really? That must be a big shot. Look, they won't even let us post that name. I guess they can't say anything about it."

"Didn't you notice? The two neighbors next door are both handsome guys. The nurses at the front desk are much more proactive in taking temperatures now, and they're not afraid of breaking the thermometer."

Several people burst into laughter.

Tang Junyao didn't reply. She calmly filled her water glass, sat back down in her chair, and continued looking at the medical records of the inpatients.

I thought to myself, they're really sick, a group of them suffering concussions and ending up in the hospital.

Someone suddenly asked Tang Junyao, "Dr. Tang, did you know who they were when you went to make your rounds this morning?"

Tang Junyao said indifferently, "A concussion patient."

Other doctors: "............" We knew that even if you didn't say it, that's really cold.

Ji Hancheng woke up around 11 a.m. Xu Mingkai, who was sitting on the sofa, was so excited he almost shouted out loud. If he hadn't woken up soon, he was going to notify the old man.

"Young Master Ji, you're awake. Is anything bothering you?" He then carefully examined her head.

My hand was slapped away without warning. "Was she here?"

Xu Mingkai, confused, asked, "Huh?"

Ji Hancheng rolled his eyes at him and let out a sigh. "Has she been here?"

Xu Mingkai realized who he was asking about, "Young Madam, she's been here."

Ji Hancheng rubbed the spot on his head where he had been hit; it still throbbed slightly. "Did they say anything?"

"The young mistress said that you should not make any sudden movements when you wake up, and to see a doctor if there is any problem."

Ji Hancheng said a single word, seemingly without any emotion, "Hmm."

Xu Mingkai was a little suspicious, "So, Young Master Ji, did you deliberately get beaten up to move in?"

Ji Hancheng's voice rose a few decibels, his vision blurred, and he felt a wave of dizziness. He closed his eyes briefly and said coldly, "What do you think?"

Xu Mingkai thought for a moment and realized that Young Master Ji wouldn't be so foolish as to take such a risk to meet the young mistress; that would be a bit naive.

There are many ways to pursue a young mistress without resorting to self-harm.

Lu Jinnan arrived shortly after, wearing a blue striped hospital gown, smiling with a self-satisfied expression. "You're a true buddy! I told you you only needed to come see me, why did you come to keep me company? And you even have the same illness as me, how embarrassing."

Ji Hancheng touched his forehead, not wanting to respond to Lu Jinnan's words. Lu Jinnan, however, didn't think so. He directly pulled Xu Mingkai up from the stool and sat down himself. "Did you deliberately come to the hospital injured to gain sympathy and chase after your sister-in-law?" He had thought about it for a long time last night and felt that Young Master Ji was suspicious.

This person is too cunning; when they get cunning, they're even willing to sacrifice themselves.

Xu Mingkai: It turns out that I'm not the only one who thinks that way; even Young Master Lu thinks that way.

Ji Hancheng repeated his previous statement, "You think I'm like you?"

Lu Jinnan: "Then you'd better not get the same disease as me."

Ji Hancheng: "............" He was speechless, unable to refute these words.

Han Yue arrived shortly after. He opened the door to a lively scene. "A tea party? Shall I buy some melon seeds and fruit?"

Lu Jinnan didn't stand on ceremony, "Sure, let's buy a deck of cards while we're at it. We both have concussions, so let's play some double-deck poker to exercise our brains. There will be four of us."

Ji Hancheng was getting a headache from Lu Jinnan's nagging. He was really sick and was feeling a bit dizzy.

Han Yue sat down on the sofa, leaning back lazily. He remembered the bet from that day and said directly, "Grandson, this is a good staged accident, and the ward number is good too."

He casually grabbed an orange, peeled it, and popped it into his mouth. "Xu Mingkai knows how to buy things. This orange is quite sweet."

Upon hearing the word "grandson," Ji Hancheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He pursed his lips and remained silent, pretending not to have heard. He couldn't very well call Han Yue "grandpa," so he could only let Han Yue have some verbal advantage.

Xu Mingkai scratched his head a little embarrassedly, still somewhat incredulous. He had been so bored and sleepy last night, but he was afraid that Ji Shao would wake up and he would fall asleep, so he bought some oranges from the fruit shop downstairs. He specifically asked for the sour ones so as not to doze off. He would watch the news and scroll through videos.

But why does Han Shao say it's sweet? Is his sense of taste ruined?

As soon as Lu Jinnan mentioned sweetness, he immediately said, "If it's so sweet, give me another one. Everyone has a share, you can't eat it all by yourself."

Han Yue grabbed an orange and tossed it to him with a flourish. Lu Jinnan peeled a segment, popped it into his mouth, and immediately stood up and spat it into the trash can. "Damn it, Han Yue, have you lost your sense of taste? This is so sour it's making my teeth ache."

"Ji Shaotian?" This question carries a vague and ambiguous meaning.

Ji Hancheng ignored Han Yue's sarcasm and directly instructed, "That's enough. You two go do what you need to do. Keep an eye on the Imperial Capital Commercial Street project. It'll be completed in a few months. Don't let anything go wrong."

Han Yue wasn't planning to leave. He lay half-reclined on the sofa with his hands behind his head, "Preparing to be a hands-off manager. This is going to be a long battle."

Ji Hancheng remained silent, simply leaning against the bed with his eyes half-closed.