Prologue

As the nurse in this ward has mentioned, he is not very cooperative with his work. Even though his physical condition is deteriorating, he still cannot forget about work and cannot avoid social engagements, which cannot be stopped.

A City A University Affiliated Hospital of Medicine

As expected, he withdrew his gaze, his eyes landing on the patient who was leaning against the pillow and flipping through a book on the hospital bed

Due to the worsening condition, the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow at 2:00 PM. The lead surgeon is an expert invited from the affiliated hospital of S Medical College. She happened to be on duty that day and unfortunately missed the opportunity to meet with this doctor.

The sunlight, reflected as expected, pierced her vision with a shade of dark blue and black. She frowned and reached out to reclaim the medical record. Just as her fingers brushed against the man's turned-up cuff, he grasped her hand, a slight chill traveling from her fingertips to her heart, an inexplicable sense of crisis surging up from the soles of her feet

Her footsteps rang out clearly and crisply along the path

As soon as the words were spoken, the sound of running water in the bathroom abruptly ceased

The ear, as if on cue, moved slightly; after a pause, having not heard any further sounds from the bathroom, continued: "Because of the surgery tomorrow, I would like to ask you some basic information. May I ask who is the authorized signatory at home?"

After finishing this statement, her tone shifted, and the originally somewhat cold voice softened a few degrees: "Because you have a history of hypertension, the anesthetic risk during the perioperative period is relatively high"

Before she had the chance to avert her gaze as promised, he had already released her, and those remarkably beautiful hands returned the medical case that had just been withdrawn from her grasp back to her sight

Perhaps sensing her gaze intensely fixed on his hand, Wen Jingran paused in the motion of adjusting his cuff, gently flicking the cufflink. Noticing that she was dazzled by the sunlight reflecting off the cufflink, he stepped forward casually and took the entire medical record from her hand

He lowered his head, methodically drying his hands.

She raised her eyes, and when her cold gaze met his downward glance, she was momentarily taken aback

As expected, I withdrew my gaze, set aside the case in my hands, adjusted my expression, and smiled kindly at the patient: "Hello, I am the anesthesiologist, Ying Ruyue."

The light in his eyes was fragmented and scattered by the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the phoenix tree, instantly capturing her full attention

Indeed, it has been a long time since we last met

The sight of these hands grasping the scalpel is likely to captivate those young ladies in the operating room who daily proclaim themselves to be hand enthusiasts

She knocked on the door and entered in response to the sound.

The patient, who had been listening patiently, nodded with a somewhat serious expression. The corners of his mouth, which had just been slightly raised, now fell, and his gaze shifted past Ying to the man who had unknowingly stood behind her: "I would like to hear your explanation"

As expected, she could not have imagined that the first surgery she would assist during her internship would be led by him—Wen Jingran

This patient is a well-known real estate tycoon in City A, suffering from gastric cancer. After being hospitalized, Ward 16 has become akin to a banquet hall, welcoming and bidding farewell to numerous individuals who were previously only seen in financial magazines.

The sunlight filtering through the blinds spilled onto his back, creating a dazzling display on the ground

Wen Jingran smiled slightly at the corners of her lips, yet her voice was particularly clear: "Long time no see, junior sister."

As she arrived at the bedside as scheduled and was about to speak, the sudden sound of flowing water from the independent bathroom in the ward drew her attention. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a tall man's silhouette.

This is a single patient room, equipped with complete and well-maintained facilities. At a glance, the room, adorned in a pale white hue, reflects the abundant sunlight that fills the space, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and serenity

Until reaching the end of the corridor, one should stop as scheduled at the room on the left side, glancing at the door frame—General Surgery Ward 16.

His fingers are long, with clearly defined joints and a slightly pale texture, and even the skin on his hands is somewhat fair. He casually flipped up the cuffs of his sleeves, and the lines created by his slightly bent fingers nearly captivated Ying Ruoyue's gaze.

One should look towards the source of the sound as promised

After all, even she could not escape it

The light and shadow seemed to slice the entire pearly white ward into several sections. The man standing behind her had one shoulder bathed in sunlight, causing his light blue shirt to shimmer slightly.

The corridor of the inpatient department is still somewhat desolate, with only a beam of sunlight creeping in through the window at the end. That beam of light penetrates the climbing ivy sprawling along the window, tinged with a hint of cool green.

Seeing the patient display a look of confusion, I proceeded to open the medical record as scheduled and systematically recounted the routine information regarding the preoperative notifications to the patient

These are the hands of a surgeon