"Daddy…"
As the sweet, soft voice called out, Teng Wenfeng, who had just walked through the door, saw a tiny, doll-like figure pattering toward him on bare feet.
Teng Wenfeng quickly bent down, scooped up his five-year-old daughter, and gave her little nose a playful tweak.
"Nannan, it's past ten o'clock. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Little Nannan gave him a sweet smile without answering, simply wrapping her arms around his neck.
Just then, a young woman in her thirties walked over with a soft laugh.
"This little one was fighting sleep, but she perked right up the moment she heard you come home."
"Look at her, running out to greet you without even putting on her slippers."
Teng Wenfeng shot his wife a triumphant look and gently patted his daughter's back twice.
She rolled her eyes at him and asked, "How did it go with that person?"
Teng Wenfeng said softly, "It was so-so."
"All his energy is focused on his sick wife right now. If we want to poach him, we'll have to wait until her condition stabilizes."
Just then, he suddenly realized his daughter was too quiet in his arms.
Teng Wenfeng carefully supported his daughter's small, soft body, only to discover that the little girl had fallen asleep.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
After gently handing his daughter to his wife, Teng Wenfeng went back to the bedroom, changed into his pajamas, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.
As he brushed his teeth, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to that phone call.
'Headaches? Dizziness? Weakness in the limbs?'
'Lately, with all the pressure from work, I haven't been sleeping well or had much of an appetite. I do get headaches and dizzy spells sometimes.'
'As for weakness in my limbs, probably not!'
'But…'
Teng Wenfeng suddenly recalled that for the past few days, he had woken up with some numbness and stiffness in his left leg.
But he had assumed it was because his wife's leg had been pressing on it while they slept.
His wife was a restless sleeper and always liked to throw her leg over him.
'What if the numbness and stiffness weren't from that?'
"FUCK…"
Teng Wenfeng couldn't stop himself from swearing.
That phone call had completely unsettled him.
His daughter was so young, his wife was a stay-at-home mom, his parents back home were getting older, and he still had over a decade of mortgage payments.
He couldn't afford for anything to go wrong right now.
Teng Wenfeng quickly rinsed his mouth, splashed some water on his face, then returned to the bedroom to grab his phone and went to the study.
He found a certain number and dialed it…
The call connected quickly, and a man's voice came through. "Boss, what can I do for you?"
Teng Wenfeng said in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, if I recall correctly, your wife is a nurse at Binhai University Affiliated Hospital, right?"
"That's right. She's a nurse in the neurology department."
After getting confirmation, Teng Wenfeng said directly, "Mr. Jiang, is your wife home? I'd like to ask her about a young female doctor."
"She is. One moment, Boss!"
A moment later, Teng Wenfeng heard a woman's voice through the phone. "Hello, sir."
"Hello…"
Teng Wenfeng replied politely, "I met a young woman tonight who said she's a doctor at your Affiliated Hospital."
"She said her name was Yu something Ye…"
"Wait, I have a picture of her…"
Teng Wenfeng fiddled with his phone, found a picture he had taken at the coffee shop, and sent it over.
"Can you help me confirm if this young woman is actually a doctor at your hospital?"
Teng Wenfeng didn't wait more than a dozen seconds before he got a reply.
"Sir, I'm not sure if the beautiful woman is a doctor, but the young man sitting across from her is one hundred percent a doctor."
"You know the man? Is he famous?"
Teng Wenfeng's heart leaped into his throat.
"Famous? He's more than famous…"
"His name is Yan Feifan. He's a total big shot at our hospital. You could say everyone knows him. He's a genius doctor with a limitless future."
While Teng Wenfeng was still stunned, the voice on the phone continued.
"That beautiful woman seems to be on pretty good terms with him."
"Sir, although Mr. Yan is very young, he's the apple of many of our hospital's top dogs' eyes. He's got a lot of clout…"
「On Saturday, Yan Feifan woke up as usual.」
The first thing he did was grab his phone, where he saw an unread message from Dr. Qiu Ge, just as he had expected.
Yan Feifan tapped on it, and Dr. Qiu's tired voice played.
"The surgery was a success. At least the patient made it out of the operating room alive."
"As for when he'll wake up, or if he'll wake up at all, that depends on the patient's will to live, and a bit of luck."
After a pause, Dr. Qiu's voice came on again.
"Mr. Yan, regardless of the patient's outcome, this surgery has proven that your method is genuinely effective."
"This has tremendous clinical significance."
"I'm exhausted. We'll talk more after I've had some rest…"
Putting his phone down, Yan Feifan felt a sense of relief and satisfaction.
After getting dressed and washing up, he was about to head to the attic terrace to exercise when he unexpectedly heard his sister's bedroom door open.
Then, he saw Song Yi walk out, dressed in his sister's red tracksuit.
Song Yi was about seven or eight centimeters taller than Yan Ziruo.
The small, form-fitting tracksuit was even tighter on her, accentuating her shapely curves.
Last night, they had stayed up late discussing some company matters.
Song Yi had also drunk a fair bit of red wine, making it inconvenient for her to drive home, so she had accepted Yan Ziruo's invitation to stay the night.
Their eyes met for a moment. Song Yi touched her face and asked, "Is there something on my face?"
"Or are my clothes on wrong?"
Yan Feifan averted his gaze and shook his head. "I just thought you were the night owl type who sleeps in late."
Song Yi let out a soft "oh" and explained, "I normally am, but I have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, so I woke up early."
Yan Feifan couldn't help but smile. "You shouldn't have shared a bed with my sister. She's a very restless sleeper."
Song Yi couldn't help but laugh as well…
She followed Yan Feifan up to the attic and found Yu Suye, already dressed in workout clothes, stretching and warming up on the terrace to the accompaniment of gentle music.
After they greeted each other, Song Yi and Yu Suye positioned themselves behind Yan Feifan, one to his left and one to his right.
The three of them formed a triangle and began their warm-ups and exercises, kicking their legs, bending over, and swinging their arms.
After a brief warm-up, Yan Feifan started his workout routine at his own pace, completely focused.
A dozen or so minutes later, he finished his final move and turned to leave the terrace, only to make a surprising discovery.
Both Yu Suye and Song Yi were covered in sweat, their clothes soaked through in the front and back, and they were panting heavily.
Yan Feifan asked, a little curious, "What happened to you two?"
"You look like you just ran a marathon."
Yan Feifan then lectured them sternly, "You shouldn't overdo it with your morning workout. Just enough to get your body warmed up is fine."
Yu Suye rolled her eyes, looking thoroughly frustrated.
'Damn it! I went all out in our secret competition, putting all that effort into the backbends, the splits, and the front splits, and it was all for nothing.'
'Not only that, but I haven't done moves like these in a long time.'
'Doing them so suddenly really hurts the tendons in my thighs!'
Though she was enduring the pain, Yu Suye replied breezily, "It wasn't much of a workout, about the same as usual."
"Feifan, don't you think it's a bit too stuffy and hot this morning?"
Yan Feifan looked up at the clear sky and white clouds, then held out his hand to feel the light breeze passing through his fingers.
"I don't feel it. It seems about the same as yesterday."
He then reminded her, "You have a surgery this morning. I have one this afternoon. You should take it easy…"
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