He's Interested in You

Mrs. An looked around. "I just heard that Dr. Song usually only performs major operations. And lots of people come all the way from other cities specifically to ask him to operate on them. Why would a doctor like that perform a minor appendectomy on your brother?"

An Zhiwu stared at her. "Weren't you the one who just asked if he could operate on An Zhiheng? Maybe he was too embarrassed to refuse."

Mrs. An looked at her as if to say, "You really have no emotional intelligence." "I think this Dr. Song is a little interested in you."

An Zhiwu was startled by her mother's words. "Mom, don't talk nonsense."

"Would I fool you? Think about it. Who would pay so much attention to a patient's family member for no reason?"

When An Zhiwu said nothing, Mrs. An added, "You're not getting any younger. Strike when it's time to strike. I think Dr. Song is handsome and has a good job. Anyway, I'm very satisfied with him!"

Without waiting for An Zhiwu to respond, she headed into the ward first.

An Zhiwu stood in the hallway for a minute or two before going in.

Could it really be as her mother said? Was Song Yihe really interested in her?

In all her years, she had never been in a relationship.

Plenty of people had pursued her since she was young, but none of them had been her type.

Song Yihe~~ she didn't know what his personality was really like, but he seemed to be just her type looks-wise.

Thinking of her mother's words, "Strike when it's time to strike," An Zhiwu felt a little lost. How was she supposed to strike?

People always said that only a veil separated a woman from the man she pursued, but she was still too embarrassed to make the first move and say it herself.

She would wait until after An Zhiheng's surgery.

In the ward.

An Zhiheng was on an IV drip, and the pain had eased a little.

When An Zhiwu came in, he was scrolling through his phone.

"An Zhiheng, what do you need? I'll go back and get you a change of clothes."

Before An Zhiheng could answer, Mrs. An stood up. "No need. Stay here with your brother. I'll go back and get the clothes."

An Zhiwu wasn't comfortable with her mother going back alone. "Why don't I go home instead? It's so hot out, and home is so far away."

"No need, An'an. You stay here. If there's any more paperwork to take care of later, I'm afraid I won't understand it."

An Zhiwu thought about it and agreed. She decided to stay here with An Zhiheng while Mrs. An went back to get a change of clothes.

When Mrs. An reached the door, she remembered something else. "An'an, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll bring it over for you too."

She hadn't felt hungry before while she was so nervous, but now that her mother mentioned it, she really was a little hungry. "Anything is fine. Mom, just bring whatever you think is good."

"All right, then."

Lying in bed and watching the mother and daughter talk, An Zhiheng couldn't help speaking up. "Aren't you two going to ask what I, the patient, want?"

Now that Mrs. An knew An Zhiheng only had appendicitis, she had relaxed. She immediately glared at him. "You're having surgery tomorrow. Don't you know you have to fast beforehand? I think you got appendicitis because you usually eat too much. Your sister's stomach hasn't been feeling well lately. How can she go without eating?"

With that, she headed straight for the ward door without looking at An Zhiheng.

After being rebuked by his mother, An Zhiheng suddenly felt an even sharper pain in his abdomen.

He seriously suspected he had been picked up off the street.

When Mrs. An reached the ward door, she ran right into Song Yihe as he was coming in.

Mrs. An immediately put on a smile. "Xiaohe, thank you so much for your hard work. Our Zhiwu... ah, no, I mean Zhiheng, is in your hands."

"Don't worry, Auntie. An appendectomy is just a minor operation. There's no real danger."

"I know, I know. By the way, what would you like to eat tonight? I'll bring some over for you too."

Song Yihe was a little tempted. He wondered whether An Zhiwu's mother's cooking was as delicious as An Zhiwu's.

But his strong sense of professional ethics as a doctor told him he couldn't casually accept things from a patient's family. "There's no need, Auntie. I'll eat in the staff cafeteria."

"All right, then. Don't forget to come over for a meal sometime."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Song Yihe, Mrs. An went home to get a change of clothes.

Song Yihe entered the ward and gave An Zhiheng a physical examination. Then he said to the two of them, "The surgery is scheduled for 7:30 tomorrow morning. Make sure you're ready beforehand."

An Zhiheng already knew that An Zhiwu had asked Dr. Song to perform his surgery, so he thanked him.

Song Yihe glanced at An Zhiwu. "The family member should come to the office to sign."

An Zhiwu followed Song Yihe to his office to sign.

She had finished signing and was about to leave when Song Yihe asked her, "Why didn't you go running again today?"

An Zhiwu was taken aback. She had gone today.

"I went a little after five this morning. I didn't see you."

The corners of Song Yihe's mouth curved attractively, but he didn't mention that he had gone at six. "Mm. You have to stick with running. Only then will it have an effect."

"Okay, Dr. Song."

Then she remembered what her mother had said and decided to sound him out. "Um, Dr. Song, have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, it's just that my mom is rather enthusiastic, and she was just thinking of introducing you to a girlfriend. So I wanted to ask what kind of girl you like."

Song Yihe looked up at her. "Oh, really? What kind of girl does Auntie want to introduce me to?"

An Zhiwu hadn't expected him to ask that, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

She silently said to herself, Someone like me.

An Zhiwu cleared her throat and said stiffly, "My mom has a distant niece who likes cooking and things like that. She has a pretty good personality and is fairly good-looking too. She just doesn't have a stable job. I don't know if you'd like her."

To keep Song Yihe from thinking of her, she deliberately didn't mention photography.

Song Yihe probably didn't know she was a food livestreamer.

But would Song Yihe mind that she didn't have a stable job? After all, being a doctor was considered a good job in the eyes of the older generation.

After saying her piece, An Zhiwu waited nervously for Song Yihe's answer.

Then An Zhiwu saw a trace of teasing in Song Yihe's cool eyes. "I think she sounds pretty good. When is Auntie going to introduce us?"

Huh?

Wasn't that... a little too direct?

An Zhiwu had thought he would decline, saying something like, "Thank you for your kind intentions, Auntie."

She hadn't expected him not to refuse.

Didn't this mean that everything before had been an illusion on her part, that Song Yihe didn't like her?

If he had feelings for her, he should have refused.

An Zhiwu felt a little disappointed, but she pretended everything was fine. "Then I'll ask my mom when she gets back. Dr. Song, if there's nothing else, I'll go now."

Song Yihe watched her retreating figure as she walked out, feeling a little delighted.

Just when he hadn't yet figured out how to begin, that little sun seemed unable to hold back from taking the initiative to move closer to him.