He Qianhui looked at Zhang Hao, coquettishly smiled, and extended her hand to slip it around his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
Even though the path ahead had no golden sunset, only a serpentine string of street lamps like a pearl necklace.
Back at ho, He Qianhui changed her shoes and imdiately turned to enter the kitchen, ready to put the food they bought onto plates.
"You go rest, I’ll do it."
But He Qianhui’s hands didn’t stop. She tied on her apron with a smile and said, "How co you’re not tired now? You should go take a break."
Unable to win against He Qianhui, Zhang Hao obediently went to the living room and tidied up the clutter on the coffee table.
Especially that divorce agreent – a few sheets of paper without much weight, but when he picked it up, it felt like a thousand pounds.
He Qianhui brought out the cut fruit and took the agreent from Zhang Hao’s hands as if it were nothing.
"This thing, we need to keep safe."
Though she talked about keeping it safe, she casually placed it into the drawer of the bedside table after pulling it open.
The dishes were all ready-made, just needing to be plated and brought to the table to eat.
So the preparation didn’t take more than a few minutes, and He Qianhui also took out that bottle of wine, pouring a glass for each of them.
After eating their fill, Zhang Hao lay on the bed, listlessly scrolling through his phone, which was also his way of resting.
He Qianhui finished cleaning the kitchen and specially brewed him a cup of tea.
"How do you feel now, still that tired?" He Qianhui’s voice was soft and gentle, soothing to body and soul.
"If you still want it, I can give it to you, but I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it."
He Qianhui squatted by the bed, her chin propped on Zhang Hao’s chest, "If you want it, I’m okay with it, as you know, ’the land can’t be worn out’."
Hearing what He Qianhui said, Zhang Hao burst into hearty laughter, wishing he could pick her up from the ground.
"It seems like my cousin has kept you waiting too long, even after an afternoon, you’re still not satisfied."
He Qianhui didn’t like the sound of that, pinching Zhang Hao, causing him to yelp in pain.
"What do you an ’not satisfied’? I’m always hungry."
He Qianhui got up and sat on the bed.
Seeing her do that, Zhang Hao’s heart jolted; he hadn’t recovered from his rest yet.
With just a small movent, He Qianhui already saw a bit of fear and wariness in Zhang Hao’s eyes.
She tapped his chest, "What are you afraid of? I’m not going to eat you. I know you’re tired. I was just teasing you."
"You’re a doctor now, and your work is still very important. You should rest well tonight. Next weekend, I’ll let you make up the ti!"
After watching so beauty live streams, Zhang Hao’s eyelids gradually grew heavy, and He Qianhui also took out the clothes she had washed to hang them up.
Having done all this, He Qianhui suddenly felt a strong sense of happiness. Why should won strive to be so strong? Actually taking care of everything at ho felt quite good.
Worried that Zhang Hao would get up in the night, He Qianhui turned off the main bedroom light and switched on a small night light outside the door.
The light wasn’t bright enough to disturb normal rest, nor would it leave the room pitch black.
The next morning, Zhang Hao slept without dreams, waking up at eight o’clock.
He Qianhui didn’t expect to sleep in so late; she had thought about getting up early to make breakfast for Zhang Hao, but now it was too late.
"I was too tired last night to get up early. Do you want to buy sothing to eat on the way?"
Breakfast wasn’t that important for Zhang Hao. Rembering they had bought bread yesterday, he grabbed two slices, stuffed them in his mouth, and washed them down with a cup of water.
"I’m heading to work first."
He Qianhui nodded, then watched as Zhang Hao hurriedly left the house.
With him gone, she also had to get up, not just because Zhang Hao had to go to work, but because she too had to go to work.
Having prepared herself, He Qianhui also left for work.
Zhang Hao drove to the hospital, and upon arriving at the office, Ling Tong and Xu Mi were already there early, and so was Lin Wan.
"You look a bit pale, didn’t you rest well over the weekend?" Lin Wan asked with concern.
Zhang Hao rembered the events of yesterday, held his forehead, and sighed, but these were things he couldn’t discuss, at least not in front of Ling Tong and Xu Mi.
"It’s nothing serious, I just labored for a day. If it weren’t for the patients coming for follow-ups today, I would have thought about calling in sick."
Surprisingly, the one who reacted most strongly among the three won was Ling Tong. She imdiately gasped.
Then, she took the initiative to approach Zhang Hao and said, "Mr. Zhang, you mustn’t skip work at the hospital, otherwise our internships won’t be completed smoothly."
Thinking of Ling Tong’s previous behavior, Zhang Hao felt a certain wariness towards her.
"If I don’t co for a day or two, it won’t affect your internships. The internship evaluations are important to you, and I wouldn’t use that to force you to do anything, so there’s no need to feel so much pressure. Just do your work normally."
Before he could finish speaking, a female patient ca over for a follow-up.
Upon seeing Zhang Hao, her eyes lit up.
"Doctor Zhang, I’m here again. Ever since you did acupuncture on last ti, I really haven’t felt any pain. Actually, I wanted to co over for continued treatnt a long ti ago. But you told to follow dical advice, so I didn’t dare to co."
Hearing his female patient speak like this, Zhang Hao didn’t know whether to feel relieved or otherwise.
"Nurse Lin, please take this patient to the therapy room first, I’ll prepare and head over soon."
As the female patient turned around, she even threw a coquettish glance at Zhang Hao.
"Doctor Zhang, hurry up, I’ll be waiting for you inside."
Zhang Hao found the patient’s dical record on the computer. The last treatnt was acupuncture, but according to her, the pain in her body had significantly alleviated.
So there was no need to continue treatnt with acupuncture.
It could be switched to massage therapy to stimulate the acupoints.
However, Lin Wan was not very skilled in this area, so Zhang Hao had to do it himself.
To do it himself was actually no big deal; after all, what kind of won hadn’t he seen by now?
As long as he kept himself under control.
Zhang Hao entered the treatnt room, even Lin Wan was frowning.
She held a blue dical isolation pad in her hand.
It was intended to cover the body of the female patient to avoid unnecessary physical contact.
But the female patient was very open, lying flat on the treatnt bed and refusing Lin Wan’s request.
She even claid to be allergic to such industrial products and had to attend a friend’s birthday party that night.
If she were to break out in hives, it wouldn’t look good.
Left with no choice, Lin Wan looked to Zhang Hao for help.
Zhang Hao waved his hand and said, "Nurse Lin, you go ahead and leave. I’ll take care of everything here."
Lin Wan left the treatnt room, albeit with so doubts.
The female patient lay on the examination bed, quietly watching Zhang Hao.
Because the massage was for the upper body, to enhance the effect, the female patient had already taken off her outer garnt in advance.
At that mont, she wore only a champagne-colored lace bra on her upper body.
Although she was older, she had kept her figure well-maintained.
"Doctor Zhang, should I take this off as well?" the female patient asked.
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