Yu Xiaoqiang has created many miracles.
For example, he forcibly gave the watermelon, an incredibly pure fruit, a layer of meaning.
He also added an indescribable color to Qian's severe aversion to handwashing compulsion, making her think she couldn't treat patients with the condition anymore.
Because whenever she hears the term, she thinks of—
"What's making your little face all flushed?"
Qian furiously pointed at his nose.
"Yu Minglang! If you keep mixing my serious profession with this nonsense, you better get out!"
"How is it nonsense... Black cat or white cat, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat! No matter which can cure the obsession, that's a good person!"
Yu Minglang watched Qian looking around, curious about what she was searching for.
"Qian, what are you looking for?"
"A knife, I want to chop off the source of all evil!"
"Uh… think it over!"
"Get out of here!"
Qian was just saying; she wouldn't really chop anything.
