Song Yihe, You're So Good to Me

An Zhiheng coughed awkwardly. "She can't keep anything from me." He glanced toward the kitchen. "Are you serious about An Zhiwu? Maybe because of your profession, she looks up to you for reasons she can't explain. I hope you'll take her seriously too."

Having received his future brother-in-law's "warning," Song Yihe smiled openly. "Yes, I'm serious about her. As long as she wants me, I won't leave her."

An Zhiheng heard Song Yihe's promise but said nothing.

Fools had their own good fortune. He hoped that fool An Zhiwu did too.

In the kitchen, Mother An looked at An Zhiwu, who was helping her. "Go keep Dr. Song company in the living room. Mom can handle things here."

An Zhiwu glanced at the stove. "With so many dishes, how can you get them all done by yourself? I'll stay and help you."

After hearing that, Mother An said no more.

She actually felt guilty about her daughter. When she was carrying the twins, somehow all the nutrients had been absorbed by her younger son. As a result, her daughter had weighed just over three jin at birth, so thin and tiny that she had spent half a month in an incubator.

Back then, she had held her son and nursed him at home every day. Whenever she thought of her daughter still in the hospital's incubator, her heart ached.

As her daughter grew older, she became increasingly sensible. Mother An had never had to worry about her schooling. After starting university, she earned her own living expenses and even bought her parents gifts from time to time.

An Zhiheng was a good child too, actually. It was just that, with his sister beside him for comparison, Mother An didn't find him quite so pleasing to the eye.

As she thought about it, Mother An's eyes reddened again.

"An'an, have you and that Dr. Song made any progress?"

Startled by Mother An's sudden question, An Zhiwu thought she had discovered something. "Um, Mom, I'll handle it myself."

Mother An was cutting tomatoes, her voice sounding over the clack of the knife against the chopping board. "An'an, you're not that young anymore. It's time you started dating. The way I see it, that Dr. Song isn't uninterested in you. Don't let a good match pass you by."

An Zhiwu suddenly felt a little guilty about keeping it from Mother An. But when she thought of what Tang Jingwen had said, that she didn't know whether Song Yihe's family could accept her, she parted her lips but still didn't come clean.

I'll wait a little longer. Once this relationship is completely stable, I'll tell Mom first.

Mother An had put a lot of thought into the meal today.

The dishes were not only delicious but also pleasing to the eye.

Once they were on the table, she urged Song Yihe to eat. "Xiaohe, eat while it's hot. Try my cooking."

"All right, thank you, Auntie."

Throughout the meal, all that could be heard was Mother An's laughter and Song Yihe's deep, magnetic voice.

An Zhiwu noticed that although Song Yihe seemed aloof, he was courteous without losing his sense of humor when dealing with elders.

The fact that Mother An's smile practically reached her ears made that clear.

After the meal, since Song Yihe had surgery that afternoon,

Mother An didn't ask him to stay much longer, only inviting him to come back for another meal.

Before he left, she insisted on giving Song Yihe a jar of pickles she had made herself.

After saying goodbye to Mother An, An Zhiwu went out with Song Yihe.

Song Yihe first took An Zhiwu home, then hurried back to the hospital.

Thinking that she would start taking swimming lessons in the evenings next week, and that her livestreams might become less frequent and increasingly irregular afterward,

An Zhiwu decided to livestream that evening.

After buying groceries outside the residential complex, she picked up some fresh milk on the way home.

Thinking that Song Yihe might not have time to eat at the hospital, she planned to make some desserts.

An Zhiwu had never made desserts before.

Now she was trying her hand at them while following a tutorial on Little Green Book.

After several failed attempts,

An Zhiwu finally made an ugly little snow skin mochi. She took a bite and found it pretty good, not too sweet.

With that first success, the rest became easy. Considering that Song Yihe might have colleagues who wanted some, An Zhiwu made about twenty snow skin mochi before stopping. Once they were done, she packed them separately and put them in the fridge to chill.

After finishing the desserts, An Zhiwu started that day's livestream.

The rescue last time had made An Zhiwu a little famous.

Today, many unfamiliar viewers flooded into her livestream.

---- Can someone give me the contact details of that male doctor from last time?!

---- An'an, was that doctor your boyfriend?!

---- I'm dying, you said just a few days ago that you'd been single since birth.

---- So what? Can't a single person have a meal with someone of the opposite sex? What kind of female virtue academy did you go to?

---- What friends of the opposite sex have you ever seen holding hands?

An Zhiwu saw that the viewers had no interest at all in watching her cook. Their attention was entirely on Song Yihe, who had appeared on camera by accident last time.

She could only explain, "That was my boyfriend last time. I didn't lie to you, though. We've only been dating for less than a week. He really is a doctor. Running into that child last time was an accident too. Luckily, it was a scare without any real harm, but we should still take it as a lesson~"

---- After watching the livestream last time, I immediately went and learned about the Heimlich First Aid Method!!

---- Yes, yes! I even looked up an explanation of what to do if there's no one around to help me!

---- Person above, so what should you do?

---- Hahaha, find a chair with a backrest, then press your abdomen hard against the backrest to squeeze the object out. I'm not very good at explaining it, so you can search online!

---- Newbie here. What are you talking about??

---- I really think this kind of first aid method should be promoted and taught to the public!

---- Yes, yes, and lots of other things too, like basic treatment for burns and stuff.

An Zhiwu didn't understand either. Why had her food livestream suddenly turned into an educational livestream?

By the time An Zhiwu finished cooking, the people in the livestream had gone from talking about choking on foreign objects to hypoglycemic episodes and then heart attacks. Somehow, no one had paid any attention to her cooking.

An Zhiwu had strong feelings about the topic of low blood sugar, having experienced it several times herself, and she chatted enthusiastically about it with the viewers.

After Song Yihe got home from work,

An Zhiwu eagerly suggested, "Would you like to livestream with me sometime? The people in my livestream all really want to see you teach them about first aid."

Seeing her expectant gaze, Song Yihe couldn't bear to refuse. "If I have time, sure."

"Song Yihe, you're so good to me."

Hearing those words for the second time, Song Yihe ruffled her hair. "Silly girl."

She probably didn't know how wonderful she was herself.

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(Little theater)

For some reason, Zhikang had suddenly become popular lately.

Director Jiang of the administration department thought to himself with delight that the promotional video they had filmed last time had been quite useful after all.

Now people clearly trusted Zhikang more. Not only did many people with colds and coughs go to the trouble of coming in for treatment every day,

but some young women even livestreamed while seeing a doctor, muttering things like, "This is the hospital where that doctor from the livestream the other day works."

Director Jiang was puzzled. What livestream?

He opened Y Cat Live and searched for it. Wasn't that Song Yihe?

This was a pillow delivered just when he was getting sleepy. Director Jiang blew on the goji berry tea in his thermos. It seemed he had grasped the secret to spreading Zhikang's name...

That livestreaming thing wasn't out of the question either~