So You Watch Every Day to See Whether I Go?

"I like men who look clean and fresh, not greasy, and who are self-disciplined, love exercise, and have a sense of responsibility."

As soon as she said it, she realized with a start that she seemed to have described Song Yihe.

Shen Songqing frowned in thought for a moment. "Clean and fresh, not greasy? Give me an example."

"How would I know?"

"Someone like Hu Yitian, Xiao Zhan, Wang Yibo, Song Weilong, or Cai Xukun?"

An Zhiwu paused. "None of them, I think."

Song Yihe's freshness had a cool, aloof quality to it. One look at his face, and he seemed utterly abstinent.

"None of them will do? Oh no, oh no, An Zhu, you'll never get married at this rate. Sigh, looks like I'll just have to work a little harder for the rest of my life and support you~"

"Thank you, benefactor. Then I'd be rude to refuse~"

By the time the two of them finished eating, the streetlights had all come on.

Shen Songqing had jet lag to get over and was quite tired, so she said goodbye to An Zhiwu at the restaurant entrance, then dragged her suitcase off and took a taxi.

An Zhiwu wanted to walk off her meal, so instead of taking a taxi, she strolled toward the subway.

Billboards lined both sides of the city streets.

An Zhiwu spotted an advertisement for Zhikang Hospital at a glance.

What was going on? Why was she paying attention to things related to Song Yihe? Had she fallen for him?

Why would she like him? Was it a passing fancy? Because she was lustful? Because he saved lives and healed the wounded? Or because he took her running?

Perhaps it wasn't love, just appreciation for someone of the opposite sex?

An Zhiwu still hadn't figured it out by the time she got home.

At eight the next morning.

An Zhiwu set off for Zhikang Hospital.

By the time she arrived at Zhikang Hospital, Lufeng Media's vehicle still hadn't arrived.

She wandered around the hospital with her camera on her back.

Although she didn't need her own camera for the promotional video shoot, she had brought it anyway, intending to shoot some short videos of her own in her spare time.

At around eight forty.

Lufeng Media's van arrived at Zhikang.

An Zhiwu went to join the rest of the crew.

Filming was scheduled for nine that morning.

Zhikang Hospital was already making preparations for filming. She had heard that the person coming today was the vice president, who had clearly dressed up with care: his hair was combed immaculately, and there wasn't a single wrinkle in his white coat.

At nine.

Filming officially began.

First, the vice president introduced Zhikang Hospital's mission and philosophy, then its various advanced medical devices and so on.

An Zhiwu filmed from the side; the various shots would need to be edited together later.

Once the vice president's part was finished, they began filming the different areas.

As luck would have it, An Zhiwu was assigned to film the oncology inpatient ward.

During the earlier filming, she had heard them say that Song Yihe was still in surgery and would probably need another half hour.

An Zhiwu carried the video camera to the inpatient department, first filming a few operating rooms that were open to visitors, then starting on the wards.

Filming the wards didn't actually mean filming the inside of the patient rooms.

Instead, the focus was on the inpatient department's equipment, cleanliness, and other professional aspects.

When they reached the nurses' station, An Zhiwu clearly saw the young nurse from last time curl her lip at her. But considering they were filming, the nurse promptly put on a smile.

If she had known that Dr. Song was in the operating room and hadn't come out at all today, she wouldn't have spoken to this photographer last time.

This part took quite a while, and by the time everyone finished filming this area, more than an hour had passed.

The next stage was to interview some of the hospital's senior doctors.

Everyone on the team was assigned one doctor, and some even had two.

As the saying went, there was no story without coincidence.

Wang Wenbo beckoned to An Zhiwu. "Miss An, you can interview Dr. Song Yihe."

An Zhiwu was taken aback. "Okay."

Unlike the outpatient consultation rooms.

Song Yihe had a private office of his own, which contained a desk and some green plants.

When An Zhiwu went in, Song Yihe was concentrating on typing up medical records on the computer, his thin lips pressed lightly together.

An Zhiwu knocked on the office door, which was already open.

Song Yihe looked up, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes when he saw her. He nodded, gesturing for her to come in.

After entering, An Zhiwu explained why she was there. "The hospital is filming a promotional video today, and I'm here to do an individual interview with you."

Song Yihe raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "You're a reporter too?"

"No, we're just filming some short videos of individual doctors."

Song Yihe nodded. "Wait a moment."

With that, he went to the sink at the side to wash his hands.

An Zhiwu watched him: it was the standard seven-step handwashing technique.

Once Song Yihe had finished washing his hands, he pulled up a chair and sat down across from her. "All right, let's begin."

The questions in interviews with doctors were actually much the same.

They generally asked why the doctor had chosen the profession in the first place, or what they thought about this or that in the country. After the questions, the doctor would talk about the surgical procedures they specialized in, and so on.

An Zhiwu went through several questions in order, and Song Yihe gave very official answers.

Only after interviewing Song Yihe did An Zhiwu learn that he now spent most of his time performing tumor surgeries at the hospital. He had held an outpatient clinic last time because several tumor patients who had come seeking him out by reputation wanted to speak with him in detail.

And An Zhiwu had stumbled into booking an appointment with him.

When the interview ended, An Zhiwu thanked Song Yihe as a matter of course, then prepared to leave.

Seeing her switch off the camera, Song Yihe suddenly spoke. "Why didn't you go running yesterday?"

The question caught An Zhiwu off guard. Yesterday?

Why did she suddenly feel like she'd been caught slacking off by her homeroom teacher?

"I didn't sleep well the night before, so I couldn't get up yesterday morning."

It was hard to tell whether Song Yihe believed her. "Morning running is something you have to stick with. You can't fish for three days and dry your nets for two."

An Zhiwu nodded. "Got it, Dr. Song."

She thought to herself, But didn't you skip it too?

With that thought, she voiced the question.

Song Yihe suddenly curved his lips. "Do you watch every day when you run to see whether I've gone?"

"Ah... I'm not, I didn't, I just..."

Before she could finish making excuses, Song Yihe cut her off. "The last time you ran into me, I was on a scheduled day off. When I'm not, I go for my morning run a little after five, and you don't go until after six, so naturally you don't see me."

"Then what about yesterday?"

"I didn't have any surgery scheduled yesterday morning, so I went a little later."

A thought suddenly popped into An Zhiwu's head: Could it be that Song Yihe also looks to see whether I'm there when he runs?

She didn't know whether she was imagining things, but she always felt that Song Yihe treated her just a tiny bit differently from his other patients.

Song Yihe had another surgery coming up.

So the interview didn't last very long.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to ask him, "Dr. Song, is it okay if I eat dinner around eight or nine?"

"Yes. If your stomach and intestines aren't bothering you, there's no need to be so nervous about it."