Chapter 06

The two individuals took a taxi to the agreed KTV location. As soon as they got out of the car, they saw a well-dressed young man pacing back and forth, constantly fiddling with his phone, appearing quite anxious. Upon seeing the young man, Zhao Jixiang immediately stopped, took out her phone from her bag, and her face turned pale. Her companion looked at her with curiosity, then glanced at her phone, which showed eighteen missed calls. Her phone was on silent mode, no wonder she couldn't hear it.

June 1st Children's Day

"Slow down, my high heels." Following Zhao Jixiang unsteadily throughout her life was indeed a predicament

A long time ago, what would happen if they continued to love each other

I hope to never learn to be strong

Whenever she sings this song, she always draws upon the little emotion she has left. She grips the microphone tightly, her gaze fixed intently on the screen, her eyes glistening with tears yet filled with determination, as if narrating her own story. Those around her listen quietly, moved by her focus and the emotion she conveys while singing this song

When she finished singing, everyone present erupted in cheers and applause. She simply smiled foolishly, knowing that a pair of eyes was watching her from behind. This song was sung for him, a gift for him, her final memento.

On the way, three more songs were sung, but Zhao Jixiang and the small table had not yet returned, nor had Song Anchen. Yisheng also wanted to go to the restroom. She followed and left the private room, just as she turned a corner, she encountered Song Anchen leaning against the wall, smoking. He tilted his head back, exhaling towards the sky, and a swirl of smoke mixed with tobacco hung in the air, resembling an unsolvable sorrow. His entire back was pressed against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling, his handsome profile carrying a hint of sadness, so deep and unfathomable.

All my life, I intended to step back and not disturb him, but I did not expect to accidentally bump into the decorative potted plant behind me, producing a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft, yet sufficient for Song Anchen to hear.

At this moment, a person emerged from the examination room. He was evidently just changing his clothes, still buttoning his shirt. He was startled by the numerous nurses in front of the door and kept retreating.

She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling both amused and helpless. She possessed the qualities of a princess, but no longer had the means to be one. Zhao Jixiang also returned with a styled hairdo; her hairstyle was a bob, and this time it was still a bob, but much more upright than before. Fortunately, it was a temporary hairstyle; if it were permanent, she would surely be overwhelmed for life, as she did not wish to pretend to be a lady.

However, life has already taken on a different appearance

When she carefully placed the swaying potted plant and looked up again, Song Anchen had already turned towards her, gazing at her with an extremely complex expression, as if there was a hint of weariness in his eyes

Of course, we are in a hurry. We still need to go to the hair salon to tidy up our hair and style it. Zhao Jixiang looked exasperated, as if he were lamenting the lack of ambition. And for a plan that left one dumbfounded, was it really necessary to go to such lengths just for singing at a KTV?

Isn't this the small table mentioned by Zhao Jixiang

Suddenly, Song Anchen turned around. Yisheng immediately retracted her rebellious posture, presenting herself as a demure lady, smiling foolishly at Song Anchen

"Why is your mouth swollen?" he asked, walking over and cupping her face in his hands.

Once in your warm palm, there is no need for imagination

With a hint of confusion, he nodded and said, "Hmm? What?"

The gathering consists of students who graduated this year, embodying the vibrant energy characteristic of the transitional phase of youth and campus life. Zhao Jixiang cast a glance at the small table, then squeezed in between the small table and Song Anchen, taking a seat beside him. To his right sat Zhao Jixiang, while to his left sat Song Anchen.

The afternoon shift is truly exhausting. She is a newcomer and has to follow the head nurse to learn about various matters. It is essential not to be too blind when entering the ward; there must be a certain order. The application of knowledge should be flexible, and one should not always rely on the more experienced nurses. Although she had interned before and is already quite familiar with these concepts, she still needs to put on a good appearance, and she is demonstrating a very serious attitude.

However, the small table exerted its strength, disregarding Zhao Jixiang's struggles, and took her outside

Seeing them brought tears to my eyes

I am instructing them on some order the head nurse said with a smile

OK! Zhao Jixiang completely ignored his unfriendly demeanor, made an "OK" gesture and sat back down, turning to Yisheng and saying: "What a loving holiday today, our oncology department is going to KTV, feel free to sing whatever you are capable of."

The head nurse peeked into the examination room and then turned her gaze towards the group, saying, "You are assigned to the oncology inpatient department. You will often be moving around these areas, so it is essential to familiarize yourselves with this place and the relevant doctors in the oncology department"

"Go, why not go?" Zhao Jixiang grasped Yisheng's hand and rushed in.

She suddenly widened her eyes, slightly parted her lips in surprise, but he took the opportunity to invade, directly delving between her lips and tongue. He gently caressed, lingered, and softly sucked, all the while patiently awaiting her reaction

Staring at the screen for a lifetime, I was momentarily taken aback; it is a song titled "If Love Continues"

I do not like to wear high heels

The young nurse who was singing also stopped when Song Anchen suddenly left.

Song Anchen reached out and grabbed one of her hands, pulling her inside, pressing her against the wall, and enclosing her in his embrace, leaving her with no escape. Before she could even be surprised, Song Anchen had already cupped her cheeks and kissed her fiercely.

"Your lips are swollen too," Zhao Jixiang asked as he held her face.

She strolled slowly to the changing room, only to find Zhao Jixiang anxiously pacing back and forth at the entrance.

In the future, my long and solitary wandering.

Yisheng was forcibly pulled into a relatively luxurious hair salon by Zhao Jixiang and made to sit in a chair, allowing the hairstylist to do as they pleased. Yisheng did not like changing hairstyles; she preferred straight hair and had always loved long, flowing hair since childhood. However, the hairstylist gave her a rat race hairstyle, resembling a princess cut.

Once seated, she felt a sense of unnaturalness for the rest of her life. She dared not glance sideways, having made eye contact with him when she first entered the private room. After removing her uniform, taking off her gold-rimmed glasses, and putting on a T-shirt, she appeared just like a sunny, friendly neighborhood boy, reminiscent of his fresh look back in high school

It seems as if we replayed it again yesterday

An afternoon was spent going back and forth between training and tours. As the final tour approached the end of the workday, the head nurse took them to visit the doctor's consultation room. The head nurse said: "A nurse will also be assigned to assist in the doctor's consultation room, but this situation only occurs with the doctor's permission or during busy times"

Song Anchen jestingly said, "This is the fare for asking the way." As he spoke, he took a step and began to walk back along the path.

So who will sing now

She silently stuffed the food at the corner of her mouth into her mouth, and just after chewing a few times, she suddenly realized that Yan Heng was still standing in front of her. She looked up at him in slight surprise, only to see that he still wore a smile, yet that smile carried a hint of helplessness and a touch of pity.

Let go of the embrace and we shall each go our separate ways

The small table, resembling a headless fly, finally turned its gaze towards them. Upon seeing Zhao Jixiang, it became furious and approached with an imposing demeanor, exclaiming: "Did I not tell you not to be late? Will you die if you are not late?"

"In a lifetime, your feelings are too obvious." Yan Hang's lips curled into a slight smile as he turned and walked over to his colleague, beginning to eat.

"Why didn't you reply to my text just now? Do you know I've been waiting for you in the office for a long time?" He continued to smile, a smile so enchanting. With a light cough, he said, "Mainly because I was too hungry."

She let out a soft sigh, it was a waste, perhaps as Zhao Jixiang said, her captivating charm and the nature of her childhood friend had issues. At the very least, even she, the childhood sweetheart, had never enjoyed a smile like that from him; such a smile was only directed towards those of the same sex.

The couple on the street resembles us

This is a very large private room, filled with men and women of various types. Normally, their uniforms have a certain uniformity, but at this moment, their clothing is diverse in color and style. Some are sitting with their legs crossed, watching the newcomer and Zhao Jixiang, some are entertaining themselves, while others are competing for the microphone to sing karaoke

"Be good, take a breath," Song Anchen coaxed her step by step. Yisheng blinked and surprisingly followed his instructions to take a breath. Song Anchen's dark, ink-like eyes held a hint of amusement as they once again locked onto hers. The faint scent of tobacco lingered between his lips, and his hand shifted position, gently resting on her back. Through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, Yisheng could feel his warmth. She trembled slightly, unable to resist him, or perhaps she also yearned for him.

Song Anchen remained motionless, still gazing at her with a pair of eyes that sent shivers down one's spine throughout a lifetime

As the city lights begin to shine, two more people find themselves at the end of a tragic scene

Suddenly, the entire private room erupted in applause. She felt a bit embarrassed and could only smile foolishly. When her gaze met Song Anchen's deeply profound, starry eyes that were filled with inquiry, her heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and began to sing along with the melody.

Looking back at the position he had just occupied, his heart suddenly sank

Is it not showing off one's power?

Ah! That's right. Zhao Jixiang suddenly realized, stood up abruptly, and turned to Song Anchen's side, "Is the small table reserved for today in the private room?"

Song Anchen sat half-reclined beside her, and he could even smell the faint ocean scent on her, which was the fragrance of her favorite perfume, light and fresh. It carried the openness of the vast sea and sky. She had once said that she wanted to be a fish, swimming through the entire ocean, filled with the essence of the tides, sharing her past adventures with her descendants, along with the romantic stories of her life with her partner.

It has been proven to be true. As she entered the changing room, she saw some nurses applying makeup, and they were quite serious about it. Her entire life was completely overshadowed; indeed, the male doctors in the oncology department possess great charm.

When she entered the restroom, she saw Zhao Jixiang applying lipstick by the sink, those vividly colored lips, swollen.

Zhao Jixiang was very shocked to see such a "brilliant" hairstyle on Yisheng, pulling her around in circles, murmuring from time to time, "I always said Yisheng is naturally beautiful, how could she not be worthy of Doctor Yan? Hmph, this time I will let them see."

In a lifetime, I tell you, all the handsome men in the hospital are in our oncology department. If you take a liking to anyone, let me know, Zhao Jixiang, and I will help you make the connection. You should know that all the newly appointed young doctors are graduates of our A Medical University, and I know them all.

With a height of only 1.62 meters throughout her life, she indeed needs high heels to add a bit of height. She nodded in understanding, "I will work hard."

Ye Yisheng. Song Anchun finally spoke

Let go of me

What would happen if we continued to love each other a long time ago

The last time I believed in everlastingness

The nurses politely bowed to the head nurse and orderly made their way to the changing room. Once the head nurse's gaze was no longer upon them, the nurses erupted in excitement, rushing forward. After being jostled a few times from behind, some found it both amusing and exasperating. Indeed, this was a very important event.

He sat down heavily, resting one hand on his chin, with his elbow propped on the table, his eyes smiling yet focused as he said: "Junior Sister."

Stunned for a lifetime in place, she immediately turned around and kicked fiercely at Song Anchen's back, how could he be so presumptuous while taking advantage of her, damn it

At this moment, both individuals blushed deeply.

"I do not like wearing high heels; I have always worn flat shoes in college." She continued to move awkwardly, lacking grace. Zhao Jixiang looked at her strangely, as if she were a primitive cave dweller.

This song is one that Yi Sheng once crazily studied throughout her life, and it seems to resonate in a certain way, which is why she likes it. She smiled and said, "Let me sing it." Liu Xiao, upon hearing that the usually silent Yi Sheng was actually going to sing this song, immediately enthusiastically handed her the microphone, saying, "Remember to be a bit melancholic, okay?" Then, he started clapping first, "Come on, let's listen to the beautiful song of Yi Sheng, the great beauty."

"Jixiang." Yisheng called out, and Zhao Jixiang raised her head to see Yisheng. She flew over and took her by the hand, leading her towards the changing room. "Hurry, hurry, put on your clothes."

Then came another person's song, and Yisheng remained seated upright, pretending to listen attentively. Suddenly, the person beside her stood up and walked out, startling Yisheng.

Not looking back, two directions flow with tears on broken faces

The head nurse also often liked to glance at her a few more times, and whenever she did, she would respond with a rather friendly demeanor. The head nurse would immediately shoot her a glare, making her appear extremely embarrassed

What would happen if we continued to love each other a long time ago

Throughout her life, she watched the entire process, blinking her eyes, and she thought there seemed to be something fishy about it. Just as she was thinking this, a soprano nurse finished singing a song, but surprisingly, no one continued with the next song.

"Who ordered this?" asked Liu Xiao, who was somewhat plump.

She took a deep breath, turned around, and threw a huge smile at Song Anchen, "What is it, Brother Song?"

"Senior brother." He maintained a calm demeanor throughout his life, yet his heart began to feel anxious.

I... I wanted to go to the restroom," she looked around, "but it seems I can't find it, haha..." She appeared somewhat confused and not very composed

Zhao Jixiang glanced at the spittoon and said, "I mentioned a lifetime; what did Dr. Yan mean by that statement just now? What feelings do you have that made Dr. Yan's expression so unpleasant?"

A lifetime of silence. Whatever handsome men there are, they are all fleeting clouds. In fact, finding someone who can love you wholeheartedly is sufficient; one should not have overly high expectations

At this moment, Zhao Jixiang also lost his momentum, staring at his back, both stubborn and awkward. He asked, "Jixiang, are we still going?"

He knows everything, and he must have guessed that Song Anchen is the childhood friend who occupies all her memories. Although she avoids mentioning his name, she only tells him that her childhood friend has skin that all women envy and an unparalleled, independent beauty that is indescribably delicate

gritting one's teeth for a lifetime, turned sharply to go to the bathroom to prepare to rinse one's mouth

"Ye Yisheng, your kissing skills are still so inexperienced." Song Anchen immediately displayed a charming smile and turned back again

The small table expressed agreement, smiling and shrugging, "You all continue." Then his gaze happened to catch sight of Yisheng, and he suddenly pointed at her, opening his mouth but unable to utter a word for a long time. Finally, feeling disheartened, he said to Yisheng, "Nurse, you know Zhao Jixiang, right? When you finish your shift, remember to tell her not to dawdle and not to be late."

It has passed

The two originally planned to go to the agreed KTV immediately, but Zhao Jixiang unexpectedly caught sight of Yisheng's shoes, and a dark line instantly appeared on his forehead. "I said Yisheng, can you at least look a bit more feminine? How can you wear flat sandals?"

One was somewhat dazed, nodding. After thanking the small table, he left. At this moment, the head nurse also glanced at her watch, noting that it was time to finish work. She said to them: "I know you young people have activities, and since it's time to get off work, I won't delay you any longer. You may go now"

In the words of Zhao Jixiang, a woman who understands herself as a woman must walk in high heels, with a flat stomach and chest out, head held high, and stride confidently, remaining proud. Of course, this excludes women with flat feet who cannot wear high heels

A tall and fair-skinned doctor at Song Anchen's table looked up at Zhao Jixiang. His originally smiling face suddenly turned long and showed a look of impatience at Zhao Jixiang's shout, saying, "It was decided long ago."

I will go back and take a look. " A lifetime pointed behind him, and immediately turned to escape.

"Doctor Zhuo, are you off work?" the head nurse said with a beaming smile.

Zhao Jixiang, having navigated through numerous twists and turns in life, finally managed to knock on a door. The originally quiet environment was suddenly pierced by a sharp voice that struck the eardrum, jolting his spirit awake.

Ah, in this lifetime, you are already 25 years old, it would be better to learn how to wear high heels. Your height is not very tall, don't you feel a sense of being shorter than others?

There is no need to be in such a hurry; there is still an hour and a half until the gathering.

Yisheng rarely wears high heels in her life, but this time she put them on. She completely lacked the poise of a flat stomach and straight back as described by Zhao Jixiang. With her head held high, she still appeared proud, yet she walked like a cripple, very awkwardly, as if she might fall at any moment. Seeing Yisheng's clumsy demeanor, Zhao Jixiang demonstrated by taking a few steps herself. The sound of her heels clicking on the ground, combined with her graceful posture, gave off an air of sophistication. Zhao Jixiang remarked, "Yisheng, your posture is too unattractive."

"I love being late, what business is it of yours?" Zhao Jixiang raised her sharp voice, glaring back. The small table also looked irritated, angrily slamming its hand down and going inside

"Now, even if one does not love, one must learn; do you understand the pressure of the situation?" Zhao Jixiang then dragged his whole life to go buy shoes.

"Well, perhaps it is an expression of reluctance. Doctor Yan only has brotherly feelings for me, so he probably does not want me to have such an expression." She evasively deflected, but Zhao Jixiang found it quite agreeable and nodded in understanding, even patting her reassuringly, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, why hang yourself on a single tree?" Zhao Jixiang thought for a moment, her expression suddenly stiffening, "It seems there is some event today." She irritably tapped her head, realizing she truly could not remember, and then asked Yisheng, "What is the date today?"

Ah? With a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, she realized that singing was not her forte. She hadn't listened to music for several years, and she really didn't want to go to KTV. However, it was the first day of work, and it was a good opportunity to get to know more colleagues.

Yisheng bit his lip tightly, continuing to eat. Zhao Jixiang, who had been sitting quietly beside him, could no longer contain himself and kindly inquired, "Yisheng, are you alright?"

Yan Hang nodded slightly, squinting her eyes as she realized her embarrassment, and then stood up saying: "You go ahead and eat, I will have my meal with my colleagues"

She has now started working and cannot dress like a student. In fact, she understands Zhao Jixiang's intentions very well. When she first arrived at the oncology department, she became well-known. She did not enter relying on herself or through family connections, but rather through men, which is extremely contemptible for these proud and jealous high achievers. Moreover, her rustic appearance only adds to the amusement during casual conversations.

As she watched Yan Hang approach, her hands and feet grew increasingly cold. She kept her gaze fixed on Yan Hang's teasing eyes, which held a playful glint; he was aware of the consequences of his actions, yet he still walked up to her.

Undoubtedly, love is regarded as a faith

The small table nodded, sizing up the uniformly dressed nurses, "What is this you all are..."

Finally, he left her lips, his gaze lingering on her slightly swollen mouth. He said, "You can go to the restroom, just walk straight ahead."

In an instant, she stamped her foot, wanting to cry but finding no tears, hating herself for needing to go to the restroom. The footsteps behind her grew closer, and her heart tightened increasingly, almost causing her entire body to freeze.

"Good." As he said this, she immediately felt a sense of relief. At that moment, with a small clump of rice held between her chopsticks, she slightly parted her lips in contemplation, her gaze inadvertently drifting towards Song Anchen, who was happily engaged in conversation with others. His smile, still captivating as ever, evoked a warm current reminiscent of a winter's day, soothing to the heart.

Throughout her life, she felt somewhat constrained. Her gaze, filled with uncertainty, turned towards Zhao Jixiang on her left, who was engaged in a silent standoff with a small table, both seemingly in a playful dispute. Suddenly, Zhao Jixiang sprang to her feet and went to the karaoke stage to select a song. The small table's eyes never left her, and for reasons unknown, it too stood up, grabbing Zhao Jixiang, who was in the midst of choosing a song, and said, "I have something to tell you." Zhao Jixiang had suddenly jumped up to select a song, and the small table's gaze remained fixed on her, not knowing what it was thinking, it also stood up and pulled Zhao Jixiang, who was selecting a song, saying, "I have something to tell you."

It should be what Zhao Jixiang just ordered

... ...

Uh... one lifetime immediately became awkward

What is it about? This song is beautiful

PS: Song Anchen is a surgical oncologist, specifically one who performs surgeries to remove cancerous tissues, which is outside the scope of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. Yan Heng also falls into this category. The field of oncology includes both internal medicine and surgery, just to clarify again. However, the majority of tumors are classified under internal medicine.