'A little cat has recently been adopted at home...
Ye Yansheng parked the car steadily in the open space beneath the hospital building, drawing many glances. He was used to it, but today his mood was different—the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl into a smile.
The man wore a white shirt and black trousers today, his broad shoulders and neck fitting the shirt perfectly, subtly outlining the contours of his chest muscles.
Whether it was the gentle smile on Ye Yansheng's face as he got out of the car that infected the people passing by, or something else, everyone agreed that today's Dr. Ye was different from usual, carrying an extra touch of 'human warmth.'
After all, he was famously the hospital's 'Ice King.'
His shirt buttons weren't fastened all the way as usual; one was undone. The high-quality fabric and precise cut made the stand-up collar showcase the curve of his neck perfectly, except for the faint, ambiguous marks half-hidden by the collar.
Ye Yansheng even wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses for the first time. Combined with his outfit, he exuded an air of ascetic, aloof professor. The outfit was chosen by Song Guanyu before he left. He didn't have poor eyesight; when his vision was tested, it was as good as a pilot's.
As he passed the flower bed and climbed the steps, he heard the sound of shoes scuffling behind him, faster than usual. A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, but Ye Yansheng quickly sidestepped. Song Huaizhi had spotted him when he got out of the car. He stumbled as Ye Yansheng dodged, nearly falling.
A passing nurse covered her mouth, laughing at his flustered state.
Song Huaizhi steadied himself, embarrassed, and turned to Ye Yansheng: "What's the harm in letting me lean on you? Is it because I accidentally stained your carpet last time I drank at your place? Are you still holding a grudge over that?"
Ye Yansheng glanced at Song Huaizhi, then walked past him toward the elevator. Song Huaizhi followed, hearing him say, "From now on, alcohol is banned in my home. You're not allowed to drink either. I've changed the password."
Song Huaizhi: "Is it really that serious?"
"Yes, it is." Thinking of Song Xiaodai's drunken state last night gave Ye Yansheng a headache. She had kept him up most of the night.
They arrived early, so the elevator was empty except for them.
Song Huaizhi raised an eyebrow. "That time I drank at your place was the only time. You know me—I only drink once every few years." He was a cardiac surgeon. He didn't smoke, but he did drink—though only occasionally, at most one bottle. Last time at Ye Yansheng's house, he brought some alcohol he'd gotten while studying abroad, saying it was good, but Ye Yansheng flatly refused, not even taking a sip.
No courtesy at all.
The elevator doors closed. He pressed a floor button and glanced at Ye Yansheng, who seemed in a good mood today. Smiling, he said, "You seem pretty happy today." His gaze slid from the glasses on his nose to his shirt collar, and suddenly Song Huaizhi's eyes widened.
His expression immediately turned strange. "What the hell is that on your neck? And you're not nearsighted—why are you wearing glasses?"
He had many questions.
Ye Yansheng's eyes curved slightly. "A little cat has recently been adopted at home. She's not very well-behaved."
Song Huaizhi looked at him with an expression that screamed 'You think I'm buying that?' He could tell at a glance.
Kiss marks and bite marks—the cat at home really was troublesome.
If such marks appeared on anyone else in the hospital, he wouldn't be surprised. But on Ye Yansheng? He and Ye Yansheng had grown up together. Ye Yansheng had always been aloof and detached. When they were in school, Song Huaizhi had collected many love letters for him, until he got annoyed and went to find him.
Ye Yansheng would be sitting in the library, seriously reading various medical materials, noting interesting parts, and only then sparing a moment to talk to Song Huaizhi.
Song Huaizhi would wait for him to finish.
"Sorry for the trouble, Huaizhi. Next time something like this happens, just tell them I'm impotent." No girl could accept that the person she liked was impotent.
Ye Yansheng's voice was completely neutral, as if he didn't want to discuss being 'capable or not.'
In his eyes, only gaining more time to study专业知识 was important.
This completely cut off any future romantic prospects. No one could accept the academic god being impotent.
Song Huaizhi's jaw almost dropped when he heard that. For a man to be 'impotent' was unbearable. Ye Yansheng's move was ruthless—killing with a single blow.
After saying that, Ye Yansheng seemed like he had severed all romantic ties and become a Buddha. And indeed, in the years that followed, no girls approached him. Of course, Ye Yansheng was a genius in the medical field, from a family of doctors, outstanding in appearance and ability, with an immeasurable future. Everyone liked him.
His former oath was to dedicate his life to medicine and nothing else.
Even now, it was still true. Song Huaizhi remembered that some people in the hospital had recently tried to set him up on blind dates, but Ye Yansheng always refused. Eventually, rumors spread that he was 'impotent.'
When the rumor reached the hospital director, the director's wife personally contacted Ye Yansheng's parents. Song Huaizhi didn't know the outcome, only that Ye Yansheng agreed to meet the girl.
Could it be that the blind date had made Ye Yansheng think about starting a family? He was curious about the girl who had 'captured' Ye Yansheng.
He was about to ask when the elevator 'dinged.' Medical staff pushed a patient in. The nurse greeted them: "Good morning, Dr. Ye. You look especially handsome today!" Then she added flatly, "Dr. Song, good morning too." Completely different tones.
Song Huaizhi was resigned.
"Thank you. You look especially beautiful today too." Ye Yansheng smiled at her.
Song Huaizhi and the nurse looked at each other: "..." What's gotten into him today?
Ye Yansheng raised a hand to hold the elevator door, lowered his eyes as he watched the nurse push the patient in, then let go. The elevator doors slowly closed. Silence fell; no one spoke.
Song Huaizhi stood behind Ye Yansheng. He had once suspected that Ye Yansheng would devote all his energy to medicine, but that didn't seem to be the case. He could sense the sour smell of romance from Ye Yansheng's subtle expressions and today's outfit.
Especially the marks on his neck.
Today, he seemed to be showing off—and quite openly at that. Song Huaizhi watched helplessly as Ye Yansheng reached his floor.
Ye Yansheng was about to step out, but paused. He turned back and asked them with a smile, "Do my glasses and outfit look good today?"
Everyone nodded dazedly in unison, except Song Huaizhi, who ignored him.
The others said in unison, "Dr. Ye, this is your most handsome day!"
Ye Yansheng raised an eyebrow and smiled. He lifted his arm to adjust his collar and nodded politely. "Thank you for the compliment. I think so too." Finally, everyone watched Ye Yansheng stride away, apparently even happier...
Song Huaizhi was blinded: He thought he saw a ring on Ye Yansheng's ring finger.
The nurse was dumbfounded: She thought she saw a bite mark on Dr. Ye's neck... a very deep impression.
The show-off entered his break room, just putting on his white coat and picking up his stethoscope when he paused at the mirror.