Just like how she has liked Lu Li for 7 years, and no one besides her knows about it.
"Doctor Nan, you're needed in the emergency room."
The sudden voice snapped Nan Wan back to reality, only then did she realize that the figure of that person had already disappeared from the corridor.
She eased the dryness in her throat and spoke, "Okay, I got it."
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The patient in bed three is a defiant, rebellious teenage boy, whom Nan Wan had known for many years.
This time, he was hospitalized again for breaking his arm in a brawl, leaning against the bed with a cast, whistling mischievously at every nurse who came to change his dressing.
Today he was to be discharged, and Nan Wan went over as usual. Just as she pushed open the door, an unidentified object came flying at her face.
The next second, her wrist was grabbed by a large hand that suddenly stretched out, yanking her aside forcefully.
Caught off guard, she fell into an unfamiliar embrace, her nose hitting the buttons of the man's shirt, bringing a sour discomfort.
Before Nan Wan could react, a voice full of sarcasm sounded in her ear.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you haven't even gotten divorced yet, and you're already in a rush to find me a stepmother?"
Sheng Yichen glanced at the two people embracing at the doorway, his face mocking.
The hand around her waist loosened at the right moment. Once Nan Wan regained her footing, she realized that what had flown towards her was a pillow.
Bounced back by the door, it now lay at her feet.
Sheng Jingzhen stepped back two paces, his gaze cast aside, his voice low and smooth, "Sorry."
Nan Wan bent down to pick up the pillow from the floor, placed it back on the bed, and smiled faintly, "It's okay."
Their gazes very tacitly avoided each other.
Sheng Yichen snorted coldly, got up, and walked out of the ward. As he passed by Nan Wan, he deliberately bumped into her.
However, he quickly used his uninjured hand to steady Nan Wan's shaking body, lowering his head to whisper in her ear, in a voice only they could hear, "My mom is still alive, so you'd better put away those disgusting thoughts. I can do anything, you can try if you don't believe it."
The door was slammed shut with a 'bang' that seemed to pierce the eardrum.
The rebellious teenager seemed to be telling her in this way: This time it's the door, next time it'll be you.
Nan Wan raised her hand to tuck a loose strand behind her ear, as if she hadn't heard anything, nor seen the hand stretched out to support her that remained awkwardly in the air, her expression unruffled.
"He will be quite inconvenienced for a while, you need to be more careful when he bathes."
Sheng Jingzhen looked at Nan Wan, who radiated a mature and intelligent charm, a bit dazed, his hand slowly lowering from the air.
When did the chubby little girl shed her youthful naivety?
Her features were delicate, she stood graceful and poised.
Although he hadn't heard the content of the words, he knew clearly that they wouldn't have been pleasant.
Pretending to adjust his clothes, he averted his gaze, "Don't mind what that rascal said."