When an ideal became a job, even the most passionate impulses eventually grew dull.
Take Li Xia right now, for example.
Every day, she stayed at the hospital. It already felt like home to her. If not for Professor Gu, she would probably have become a cold, emotionless machine for treating illnesses, with no life of her own—only endless studying.
Li Xia was spacing out in the office.
Her gaze was vacant, her eyes lifeless, her entire being immersed in her own mental world.
Li Xia called this state—where she was not asleep but might as well have been—meditation.
In her fantasy, she had become one of the greatest doctors in the world. No matter what illness it was, treating it was effortless for her.
Even Gu Mingxuan knelt before her, his face full of reverence as he respectfully cried, "Divine Doctor, please save my pathetic life."
The more she thought about it, the more pleased with herself she became, and a silly grin gradually appeared on her face.
"Li Xia, what are you doing?"
Doctor Tan suddenly appeared beside Li Xia, shattering her fantasy.
Li Xia abruptly came back to her senses and sprang up from her seat. Seeing Doctor Tan, she panicked and tried to explain, "I... I... I..."
"Why are you so nervous? It's break time. You can do whatever you want. I was just asking."
"Ah, really?"
Li Xia breathed a sigh of relief.
Although she had begun to feel a little tired these days, she was fundamentally different from someone like Doctor Tan, who had practiced medicine for decades.
In Doctor Tan's eyes, Li Xia was brimming with vitality. Just looking at her lifted his spirits.
And for such a young girl to be dating a company president was truly enviable.
At the same time,