The aloof military doctor arrives at the unit, and the tough guy can't sit still.

Upon hearing the answer, Xia Qiuran hadn't even swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth when she turned her head blankly, meeting Lu Zhenghan's deep eyes. Her cheeks instantly turned red.

At this point, explaining was wrong, and not explaining was also wrong.

"I'm running out of time, you guys chat, I have to go." She quickly closed the lunchbox lid and hurriedly left.

Xia Xia is shy.

"This is what a young girl looks like before she gets married."

While the group was still discussing, Lu Zhenghan, with slightly reddened earlobes, turned and chased after them.

Xia Qiuran.

Xia Qiuran walked very fast, and Lu Zhenghan quickened his pace to catch up.

Xia Qiuran lowered her head, the blush on her face still lingering.

"Commander, they're just talking nonsense. Don't take it to heart. I'm leaving now."

"Xia Qiuran, that's just how these people are. Didn't you advise me before not to care too much about what others think? Why are you acting all coy now?" Lu Zhenghan said as he walked.

Xia Qiuran still looked embarrassed: "Before, I didn't feel any pressure because I wasn't familiar with anyone. Now that we're all so close, I feel a little uneasy lying in front of people I know."

"Then just don't treat this as a lie, okay?" Lu Zhenghan blurted out.

"Not a lie?"

Xia Qiuran immediately stopped in her tracks. What else could it be but a lie?

"What I mean is, just treat this as a fact until we break up."

"If even you believe it to be true, then others naturally won't be able to tell."

Lu Zhenghan's gaze was deep, and he answered seriously.

Xia Qiuran breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, she even thought that Lu Zhenghan was trying to make the charade real.

She really overthinks things. Who is Lu Zhenghan? He doesn't like his childhood sweetheart Yuan Qiaoling, nor does he like Bai Yunyun, who comes from a good family and has good conditions. How could he like a girl from the countryside like her?

Even if she wanted to make the fake relationship real, Lu Zhenghan would absolutely not agree.

After thinking about it carefully, Lu Zhenghan's words seemed to make sense. But if things continued like this, wouldn't everyone have to explain themselves when they broke up? How awkward would that be?

"Commander, but our story is fake after all. If we have too much contact, it will inevitably reveal our flaws. How about this, I'll try to stay at the hospital for this month of internship. If we see each other less, there will be fewer flaws, and it will be easier to explain when we part ways later," Xia Qiuran suggested.

Lu Zhenghan paused, his jawline tightening, and then immediately changed the subject.

"There's no need for that. People will naturally stop discussing this matter in time."

"Get in the car."

"Oh well."

Xia Qiuran walked to the front of the car and was about to open the back door when she found that Lu Zhenghan had already opened the passenger door first.

He could only silently lower his hand from the door handle and sit in the passenger seat.

When the car reached the hospital intersection, Xia Qiuran asked Lu Zhenghan to stop.

In an era when owning a bicycle was considered a luxury, she, as a newly arrived intern at the hospital, didn't want to be seen coming to work in such a high-profile manner.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Xia Qiuran was assigned to the same department as Bai Xia.

Upon entering the office, Xia Qiuran greeted everyone in the department warmly, and then took out the dried hawthorns she had sun-dried and distributed them to everyone.

This is similar to how, in later generations, people would buy milk tea and desserts to share with their colleagues during afternoon tea.

As a newcomer to the workplace, you'll inevitably have to ask your seniors for advice sometimes, so it's always a good idea to give them a small gift first.

After receiving the dried hawthorn, Zhong Wenmei nodded in satisfaction: "The balance of dryness and moisture is the best state for making Chinese medicine. Thank you."

"Dr. Zhong's medical skills are truly superb; he can tell the condition of hawthorn just by touching it," Xia Qiuran sincerely praised.

These hawthorns were indeed picked and dried with the intention of using them as traditional Chinese medicine, but they are also at their best when eaten as a snack in this state.

"Those people from the countryside know how to please others. This is a proper hospital; we don't do that kind of petty favors."

Just then, Bai Xia's voice came from the doorway.

Xia Qiuran walked up to Bai Xia with hawthorns in her hand.

It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Now that they work in the same office, Xia Qiuran doesn't want to become enemies with anyone, so she first lowers her stance.

"Director Bai, I picked and dried the hawthorns myself. It's nothing special, just something for everyone to try."

"You should try some too."

Bai Xia glanced at it sideways and said, "Even my dog ​​wouldn't eat something like that."

After saying that, she moved the Fuji apple on her table forward, making it clear that her snacks were all rare and expensive fruits.

Xia Qiuran looked at the Fuji apple, and her eyes instantly dimmed.

"Director Bai, it seems your dog is quite smart. It knows that hawthorn contains high levels of fruit acid, which dogs cannot eat, but dogs can eat apples. Apples are rich in vitamins, and eating more apples can make a dog's bark louder."

If you give me face, I'll give you substance; if you give me a nail, I can only give you a hammer.

To tolerate ungrateful people is the greatest cruelty one can inflict on oneself.

Xia Qiuran blinked her big eyes and answered calmly.

Upon hearing this, Chung Wen-mei bit her lower lip and puffed out her cheeks, as if afraid she might accidentally burst out laughing.

The other colleagues in the office also looked on with expressions of not daring to laugh.

Bai Xia, her face flushed, slammed her hand on the table.

"How dare you, Xia Qiuran! You're just a lowly intern, how dare you try to talk down my secrets?"

Xia Qiuran looked innocent and aggrieved.

"Director Bai, why are you still angry? I was just stating the facts about what the dog is willing to eat and what it isn't. When did I imply anything against you?"

"Did you just put yourself in a dog's shoes?"

Bai Xia clenched her fist with one hand, her eyes filled with a look of rage that seemed to want to tear Xia Qiuran to pieces right then and there.

"Xia Qiuran, you don't need to waste your breath here. I'll arrange your work now."

"Director Bai, please give your instructions." Xia Qiuran stood respectfully to the side.

Bai Xia's eyes were full of resentment: "Our hospital is short-staffed right now, and hygiene is of utmost importance. From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning all the wards, and there is no one to take care of the patients who cannot take care of themselves. You will have to feed them, clean up their excrement, and help them urinate."

"Director Bai, what you're talking about seems to be the kind of work that caregivers should do," Zhong Wenmei muttered quietly from her seat after hearing this.

Bai Xia snorted coldly: "I already said the hospital is short-staffed. Dr. Zhong, if you have any objections, you can help her with the work."

Seeing that Zhong Wenmei was about to say something, Xia Qiuran quickly stepped in front of her.

"Director Bai, I can do whatever you ask me to do."

"It's good that you can do it. This isn't the 45th Regiment, where no one will back you up." A hint of smugness flashed in Bai Xia's eyes.

Xia Qiuran quickly changed into her white work clothes, found a mop, and began cleaning.

After checking on the patients, Zhong Wenmei walked over to Xia Qiuran's side.

"You are here at the hospital as a doctor for your internship, and these are not within your job scope. If you are not satisfied, you can go to the hospital director."

Zhong Wenmei is usually not good at speaking and is too lazy to socialize, but judging from Zhang Xiaoliang's previous hospitalization, Xia Qiuran has good medical skills and is an upright person. She is willing to help such a person.