Seeing her husband running over.

Xiao Yebai hurriedly ran to her side, hugged her tightly, lifted her chin and asked, "Nuannuan, what’s wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

The situation was completely unexpected. Wasn’t she just sitting here? How could she suddenly feel dizzy for no reason?

If Gu Nuan had to explain it herself, she wouldn’t be able to. She could only think that perhaps she had been too anxious just now, and once her heart relaxed, it backfired.

"Give me some sugar—"

After hearing these words, Xiao Yebai nodded and immediately picked her up, carried her to the resting room with a bed, and let her lie down.

Lingxin, having heard that his mother wanted sugar, was already running quickly to find someone to get sugar water.

The sound of Little Mingli knocking on the surgical door echoed into the operating room, leaving Ou Yanan momentarily stunned in the middle of the operation.

What’s wrong with her? Did she faint?

Why would she faint inexplicably? As a professional doctor, Ou Yanan’s mind was filled with all sorts of alarming thoughts. Cold sweat and hot sweat rolled down his forehead like a waterfall. He didn’t even sweat a drop when handling the dangerous task of defusing a bomb earlier.

An exceptionally calm voice transmitted into the operating room from an overseas video, reaching his ears. It was his teacher, renowned for being strict.

Tang Sili said, "What are you doing, Dr. Ou? Don’t forget your identity right now."

As a doctor, when saving lives on the operating table, even if thunderstorms strike outside or one’s family suddenly encounters danger, one must remain unfazed.

Ou Yanan lowered his eyes, "Yes."

After Tang Sili coldly finished speaking, he suddenly felt something sharp pressed against his neck. It turned out his focus on the incident opposite had given the woman standing next to him the opportunity to act. But rather than saying his guard had lowered, he didn’t anticipate she would use scissors to threaten his neck.

"Miss Zhao?" In order not to impact the student’s surgical progress opposite, Tang Sili remained calm under the pressure and continued to operate to cut off the communication with them.

The scissors Zhao Mengjin held, picked from his surgery office table, were undoubtedly sharp enough to slash blood in one stroke, making it impossible for him to save himself.

Despite this, seeing his fingers calmly controlling the mouse, she coldly snorted and pressed the scissors against his neck again.

Tang Sili had no choice but to stop his actions, yet his face still showed no sign of emotional fluctuation.

"Miss Zhao, I advise you to put down that thing sooner. You must know that what you’re doing now is far more enough for a severe sentence compared to what you’ve done to me before."

"Cut the crap," Zhao Mengjin interrupted, "Speak or don’t!"

Tang Sili raised his eyes, meeting her gaze at this moment. Predictably, her gaze now reflected her true self, her real side.

Colder than him, devoid of emotion, like a swan marching into fire, disregarding any consequences. Her actions would only reach a climax like the music played by her fingertips before dissipating like fireworks, leaving only a profound aftertaste.

Tang Sili suddenly understood why he had always feared approaching her—not due to her status, but her nature, extremely similar yet opposite to his own.