The sun set in the west, People’s Hospital.
Yan Qiying took off his white lab coat and put on his jacket.
Although he was approaching middle age, time hadn’t etched too many marks on him.
The slender fingers accustomed to holding a scalpel adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and turned to look at the nurse waiting at the door.
A gentle smile graced his lips, more tender than a pond of spring water.
Yao Dongdong’s mind rippled; she practically rushed in eagerly.
"Dr. Yan, are you ready to go home?"
Yan Qiying nodded, "Together?"
The girl instinctively agreed, naturally linking her arm through Dr. Yan’s.
But she was startled by Yan Sinian standing at the door.
Five years had passed, and Yan Sinian had almost grown into a carbon copy of Yan Qiying.
Even more handsome than his father.
But oddly, the two didn’t resemble father and son very much; Yan Qiying was always smiling, while Yan Sinian was ice-cold, never showing any expression.
"What are you doing?"
Despite being a normal question, when spoken by Yan Sinian, it sent a chill down one’s spine.
Yao Dongdong’s face turned pale in an instant, and she forced a smile, "I’m going home with your dad, you’re on call tonight, right?"
Her implication was clear, don’t interfere with us.
Yan Sinian stared at his father, his gaze scanning the man from top to bottom like an X-ray.
Something was wrong, very wrong.
This nurse named Yao Dongdong had been pursuing or rather pestering his father for five years.
No matter the season, Yan Sinian often saw this woman’s supposedly affectionate presence.
It made him often wonder whether she actually did her job well, as he was concerned for the patients.
Initially, the hospital’s staff were happy for them, but later, they began advising Yao Dongdong to rethink the situation.
With so many forests, why hang yourself on Yan Qiying’s crooked... well, okay... lush and lofty tree?
Yet Yao Dongdong was stubbornly silent, refusing to turn back until she hit a wall, stubbornly trying to prove her head harder than concrete.
However, a week ago, things had started to get strange.
Yan Qiying’s demeanor softened visibly, becoming gentler and gentler toward Yao Dongdong, his eyes seemingly only able to see her.
Like now, with his son appearing, Yan Qiying didn’t even glance at her but kept his eyes on Yao Dongdong.
Some in the hospital saw this as a case of ’a woman chasing a man with a layer of gauze between them,’ though this gauze took five years to break through, like a steel mesh screen.
At least they were about to catch Yan Qiying, the diamond bachelor.
Indeed, Kung Fu is not for the faint of heart.
Yan Sinian simply scoffed at this.
Did Yan Qiying have a heart? He did not.
How could a man who wished to dedicate all his time to medicine fall in love with an ordinary woman?
It might be different if Yao Dongdong came down with a rare and puzzling disease; then Yan Qiying would certainly be glad to study her closely.
"Even though you’re Dr. Yan’s son, you have no place to interfere with your father’s marital affairs, do you?" Yao Dongdong replied unkindly, "You wouldn’t want him to be lonely for the rest of his life, would you?"
Lonely for the rest of his life? He should be grateful not to have wasted time on love and affection.
Silently, Yan Sinian stepped aside, and though he didn’t say anything, his attitude was clear.
Yao Dongdong, holding Yan Qiying’s arm, walked past Yan Sinian with a show of defiance.
As they passed each other, Yan Sinian’s eyes suddenly narrowed.
A curse talisman he had prepared beforehand was quietly stuck onto Yao Dongdong’s back.
His hand, used to intricate maneuvers, was light and fast.
Yao Dongdong didn’t feel a thing.
The talisman paper flickered briefly before disappearing into Yao Dongdong’s body.
Yan Sinian watched his right hand expressionlessly.
It seemed he would have to wash it several times with disinfectant today.