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

There were many people at Yan's Hospital, and the automatic registration machines were also full of people. Feng Xiaoni didn't have a medical insurance card for the hospital, and she also didn't bring her physical examination report.

She took out a sun-protective mask, the kind that covers the edges of her eyes, closed her bag, and smiled as she asked the receptionist, "Hello, I'd like to ask if I forgot to bring my medical examination form. What's the fastest way to resolve this issue?"

The receptionist returned a polite smile. "Are you an employee of the Yan Group?"

Feng Xiaoni nodded.

The receptionist gave Feng Xiaoni a form to fill out, and then told her which way to go and where to get checked. Feng Xiaoni had a good memory and remembered everything.

Holding the form, I found the 312 examination room the nurse had mentioned, knocked on it, and a male voice came from inside, "Come in."

Feng Xiaoni didn't change back into her flat shoes. She reached out and pushed open the door, placing the form directly on the table. Yan Zhun understood the form as soon as he saw it. Wearing a mask, he took out a stethoscope from his white coat and hung it around his neck.

"Pull your clothes down a little, let me listen." It was a doctor's usual tone.

Feng Xiaoni squinted, thinking that the way this person wore the mask reminded her of the jogging man she'd met that morning. This mask...

Having never seen the face behind the mask, Feng Xiaoni couldn't be 100% certain.

Seeing that the patient did not move, Yan Zhun reminded him again, his tone calm and without emotion, "Pull up your clothes."

Coming to her senses, Feng Xiaoni responded faintly and did as she was told, unzipping her black down jacket a little. "Okay."

The stethoscope was inserted through her shirt as Feng Xiaoni cooperated with the examination without moving, but her gaze was fixed on the man in the white coat in front of her. His eyebrows were dark with high arches, his head was lowered, and his eyelashes were about the same length as hers.

Yan Zhun looked up and met her gaze. Their eyes met, and Feng Xiaoni did not look away. She found that he had a refined and handsome air about him that made it hard for her to look away.

"Have you seen enough?" Yan Zhun put away the stethoscope, took it off his ear, and hung it around his neck.

Realizing her lapse in composure, Feng Xiaoni apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll have to examine the doctor a little more closely. Is the examination finished?"

Yan Zhun didn't believe her. This wasn't the first time he'd been stared at by a woman like this, so he didn't pay much attention. He just assumed it was his good looks that attracted her, and thought to himself, "Women only care about looks."

She gave a general overview of the medical examination he had prescribed for her, in her usual tone, which was quite thorough.

Finally, he added, "I've also prescribed gynecological exams for you. After the tests, you don't need to show me any gynecological stuff. It's in clinic room 213 on the second floor."

Feng Xiaoni frowned upon hearing about so many items. Her beautiful eyebrows looked like two thin ropes being pulled taut, gradually squeezing towards the center. Was this a plan to scan her entire body?

After a moment of silence, Feng Xiaoni glanced at the printed form in her hand and asked, "Can't you understand a gynecology form?"

To outsiders, it might seem like she was flirting with Yan Zhun, but that's not the case. Feng Xiaoni was just looking for convenience. If this doctor could see a gynecologist, she wouldn't need to go to two different places. She also had a meeting to attend, and with so many tests, she was afraid she wouldn't have time to get back to the meeting.

Yan Zhun interpreted her words as, "Can I see you?"

Yan refused, saying, "I can't see you. Go to clinic 213 to get a sample first."

Feng Xiaoni understood, zipped up her jacket, stood up, and said, "Thank you."

Yan Zhun replied politely, "You're welcome, it's my duty."

As Feng Xiaoni walked away, Yan Zhun still glanced up at her. Judging by her height, she was around 165 cm tall, with short wolf-tail hair and tassel earrings. Even without taking off her mask, she could be seen as a very capable woman.

After a few seconds of distraction, Yan Zhun shook his head. What did it matter to him whether she was capable or not?

All the checks were completed and the results were in less than an hour. Yan's Group is quite good in this respect; they offer VIP treatment to their employees, so they don't have to wait in line.

Results will be released first.

Feng Xiaoni took the form and went to clinic room 312 again. The display screen at the door showed the doctor's name, Xiang Ke. She glanced at the name, then politely knocked on the door. The same male voice came from inside, muffled, perhaps because he was wearing a mask. "Come in."

After pushing the door open and going inside.

Feng Xiaoni didn't say anything, but simply placed the form on the table and carefully spread it out for her. This action made Yan Zhun subconsciously look up at her, and his voice softened a bit, "Sit down."

Without disturbing anyone, Yan Zhun waited quietly for the doctor's diagnosis, still intently studying the prescription. "Have you seen the gynecologist?"

Feng Xiaoni: "Yes, I saw it. There's nothing wrong with it. I'm healthy and don't have a boyfriend."

Yan Zhun: "............"

Yan Zhun looked up at Feng Xiaoni again and explained, "Gynecological problems are not necessarily caused by having a boyfriend. There are many reasons for gynecological diseases. If you want to learn more, you can go to the consultation room 213 we just visited."

Feng Xiaoni: "That's not out of the question, is it?"

The conversation had gone off-topic. How could a breast and thyroid surgeon be discussing gynecological issues with a patient? It was truly baffling. He decided not to continue the discussion and changed the subject. "Well, you're a bit anemic. Your ultrasound shows you have Hashimoto's thyroiditis."

She had always known this; it had been detected during her checkup at Blue City. Ignoring the latter issue, Feng Xiaoni was very direct: "Do I need dietary supplements or medication?"

Yan Zhun: "............"

"Dietary supplements take longer to work, while medicinal supplements are more effective..."

Feng Xiaoni: "Prescribe the medicine, I need it quickly."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhun was taken aback. "Quick? You seem quite impatient."

This was Yan Zhun's first impression of Feng Xiaoni.

Judging from the woman's calm and precise demeanor, she knew about another problem she had. After writing out the prescription, she was asked to pick up the medicine. Medical examinations and prescriptions at the Yan Group were free, and employees did not need to pay out of their own pockets.

When Feng Xiaoni reached the door, Yan Zhun blurted out, "You'd better not stay up late with this condition."

"Okay, thank you for the reminder, doctor. I will try my best to follow your advice."

Yan Zhun smiled as he looked at the closed door. Feng Xiaoni outside the door also smiled. How could he not stay up late? It was fine when he was in Lancheng.

When she first came to the capital, she was basically staying up until around 2 a.m. for almost half a year. During this time, she didn't have time to go for a morning run.

It's much better now. I can only occasionally stay up late and then go for a morning run with Dong Qiao across the city.

If the Crown Prince of the Yan family agrees to inherit the throne tomorrow, she can pack up and return to Blue City.

After thinking for a while, he realized it wasn't very realistic, shrugged, and walked towards the pharmacy.

The tightly closed door was pushed open, and a man wearing a bright-colored down jacket walked in, panting. He was wearing frameless glasses, and his outgoing personality was obvious, so one could easily ignore the refined look that the glasses gave him.

Before the door was even closed, the bespectacled man started talking, sitting on the table with a nonchalant air. "Thanks. Hey, I just saw a beautiful woman outside. She was stunning, with a small face and a really elegant demeanor. She's the epitome of a mature, sophisticated woman. I think I'm going to fall in love again."

The person who came was a doctor named Xiang Ke, who was quite close to Yan Zhun at the hospital. He was an internist and had asked Yan Zhun to help him with his rounds for a few hours in the morning because he had something to do.

However, Yan Zhun usually doesn't see patients; he mainly takes care of patients after his own surgeries, and he's usually busy with surgeries.

Yan Zhun scoffed, stood up, and prepared to leave. He patted Xiang Ke on the shoulder and said jokingly, "If you could fall in love eight hundred times a day, your mother's grandson could open a kindergarten by now. I'm leaving."

Yan Zhun knew he was joking, because Xiang Ke did have a girlfriend, but she was unreliable, always causing trouble.

Knowing that Yan Zhun didn't have surgery that morning, Xiang Ke jokingly urged him to stay a little longer, "Why don't you stay a little longer?"

Yan Zhun tucked a pen into the pocket of his white coat, opened his mouth, and said, "I'm a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. I'm afraid if I sit here any longer, I'll have to be transferred to another department."

Xiang Ke: "Damn it, I'm an internal medicine doctor, who are you calling a 'bastard'?"

Yan Zhun turned around and showed the back of his head to Xiang Ke, "It's good that you can tell. There's nothing wrong with being in the psychiatric department. At least you're mentally sound."

Seeing Yan Zhun walk out, Xiang Ke shouted at him earnestly, "No wonder you're single."

"Okay, just let me know when you get married." Yan Zhun didn't take his words to heart at all; he just listened and moved on. He said the same thing eight hundred times a day.

So what if I'm single? Being single is great.

Xiang Ke: That hurts. You always bring up things you don't want to talk about.

Ignoring Xiang Ke's expression and mood behind him, Yan Zhun strode out.

Here, Feng Xiaoni left the hospital after picking up her medicine and drove away. She met Xiang Ke when she got into the car. At that moment, she had just taken off her mask and was about to get into the car.

The car traveled for a while.

It took an hour to arrive at the Yan Group. As I entered the elevator, I ran into Yan's father, who was also at the company.

"Good morning, Chairman." The stern father nodded and responded indifferently.

Upon seeing the medicine in Feng Xiaoni's hand, her father inquired with concern. He was quite satisfied with this girl, finding her impeccable in both her work and interpersonal relationships. "Are you sick?"

Feng Xiaoni remained composed and polite, offering a smile. "It's just a little anemia, thank you for your concern, Chairman."

The stern father nodded, "Take care of yourself. Leave the minor matters to the people below."

It was exactly the kind of conversation you'd expect between a superior and subordinate: "Yes, Chairman."

The elevator doors opened, and Feng Xiaoni stood still, letting her father come out first before she did, and then nodded to him.

The strict father thought to himself, "This child is good, and his work ability is good, but he always draws a line between himself and others, making the relationship between superiors and subordinates too clear. Sometimes he is too embarrassed to ask questions outside of work."

This kid always acts so businesslike, too serious. If he weren't so serious and didn't put on airs, it would seem like he bought his position as chairman.

Secretary Chen followed Feng Xiaoni in. Before leaving, Yan Na had repeatedly instructed Secretary Chen to take care of President Feng. Out of concern, Secretary Chen said, "President Feng, are you feeling unwell? Why don't I chair the meeting?"

"It's nothing, just a little anemia, nothing serious. Has everything been arranged?"

Feng Xiaoni took off her heavy down jacket, put on a plaid suit jacket on the hanger, paired with cropped trousers and nude high-heeled ankle boots. She picked up a folder in one hand and let it hang to her side, then walked out of the office in her high heels.

Secretary Chen glanced at the name of the medicine in the transparent bag and followed closely behind.