Two monkeys sitting on the bench beside their mom. Two pairs of little eyes turning in circles.

Little Mingli, usually a cheerful optimist, had his little eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know who the fourth uncle was, since he had never met Zhu Minxuan and wasn’t familiar with him. But he knew that Uncle Ou Yanan had gone inside to rescue people, and it was said to be dangerous.

Lingxin, calm like a centenarian, had a small face serious and motionless. Occasionally turning his little eyes, he worriedly looked at mom and his brother.

If something happened to Uncle, he could imagine, what would mom do? What would his brother do? His brother really liked this uncle. And what about Big Bai?

Big Bai walked away.

Back home, when Tang Sili received the call from his boss, he happened to run into Zhao Mengjin bringing Mrs. Zhao to his hospital for a follow-up visit.

Speaking of Mrs. Zhao since returning to the country, she usually lived with Grandma Xiao. Grandma Xiao was also elderly, her body functions gradually deteriorating with age, needing someone to assist with care for daily life. Seeing someone in a similar situation, Mrs. Zhao’s self-esteem was compensated. Once this psychological balance was achieved, her condition naturally improved.

Undoubtedly, Big Bai’s suggestion for Mrs. Zhao to return home and live with Grandma Xiao was correct. After all, Grandma Xiao, like Mrs. Zhao back then, was quite a formidable person in their circle. Nowadays, their circumstances are quite similar.

Occasionally, perhaps Mrs. Zhao would reminisce about those days, feeling sad, but seeing Grandma Xiao living so cheerfully, her self-pity seemed clownish, bringing much shame.

Illness often relates to mood, even Tang Sili had to admire his boss’s foresight on this point.

After completing Mrs. Zhao’s examination and preparing to prescribe medication, due to receiving a help call from student Ou Yanan, Tang Sili had to pause all work here, guiding the student remotely via video on performing a special surgery for a specific patient abroad.

Zhao Mengjin served Mrs. Zhao her medication, helping her lie on the bed in the clinic. Mrs. Zhao, drowsy from the medication, soon fell asleep. Zhao Mengjin walked away, behind a half-open white curtain in the clinic, able to hear Tang Sili speaking inside.

His voice always unhurried, as if never needing to be anxious or worried. People said it was a skill of being a doctor, but in Zhao Mengjin’s view, it was rather his natural disposition.

Not everyone is suitable for being a doctor, especially those soft-hearted ones. Zhao Mengjin distinctly remembered, during her studies, a student in her high school class who wholeheartedly wanted to become a doctor and help others. Yet when he entered medical college and began clinical practice, he soon gave up the path of studying medicine. According to him, reality was too far from his dreams.

In hospitals, there’s often intrigue, with doctors facing dual risks of morality and technique in performing operations. Medicine could be angelic or demonic; no one could say for sure.

Zhao Mengjin didn’t understand why she stood there unmoving, behind the curtain, watching the man.

Tang Sili seemed totally unaware of her presence there, simultaneously holding a pen while guiding a student via computer, finishing writing Mrs. Zhao’s medical records and contemplating prescriptions.

Because of multitasking, his writing was slow this time, yet as attentive as ever.

"Professor Tang," Zhao Mengjin took a step forward.

"What is it?" Tang Sili didn’t turn around, pen deliberating between several prescriptions.

Zhao Mengjin gently pulled aside the white curtain and walked in, seeing his profile up close. He was undeniably a handsome man who loved cleanliness, often keeping his face comfortable and neat, enhancing his mature masculine charm.