Mei Ran probably never imagined that her light tap would create a tremor no less powerful than that butterfly in the Amazon rainforest whose few wing flaps stirred up a tornado.
Twitter had already erupted into stormy waves.
You and My Secret Garden: Special dispatch! Special dispatch! A moment witnessed by millions, at 22:33 on August 17th, Think It Over Carefully finally followed the male god!! [microphone][microphone][microphone]
The King Sends Me to Patrol the Mountain: Fu Shijin Fu Shijin Fu Shijin, congratulations to the male god for getting his wish! [tears streaming]
Little Duck Pear: Waiting...for...the...clouds...to...part...and...see...the...moon! Why does it feel like marrying off a daughter?! [tearful eyes]
The Mute Doraemon: Congratulations to my male god Fu Shijin, congratulations to the male god’s goddess Think It Over Carefully, may you have a happy marriage, grow old together, and have children soon! You two must be good [blessing through tears]
Pink Little Feet: What’s up above? Mute Doraemon isn’t so angry he’s lost his mind, is he?
The Mute Doraemon: This is me being moved, moved, understand?! Anyway, such a day was bound to come sooner or later. I just wrote the congratulatory message in advance, did I get in your way? [knife][knife]
Overnight, the topic “Think It Over Carefully Finally Follows the Male God” reached an astounding two billion reads.
While the swarm of fans who had tirelessly fretted over the male god finally let go of a heavy stone in their hearts, even the usually less active songstress Yu Sheng came to stir the pot—she directly reposted the latest tweet from “Think It Over Carefully”: “Suddenly realizing I still need a lot more courage to...”
Yu Sheng V: The little fox tail can’t be hidden anymore, right? I’ll just watch quietly without saying a word. Come on, let’s make a sentence together, “Suddenly realizing I still need a lot more courage to” Think It Over Carefully
Fan a: Suddenly realizing I still need a lot more courage to (lose weight?)
Fan b: Suddenly realizing I still need a lot more courage to (face tomorrow?)
Cracking Durians Barehanded: Hehehe, let me join the fun too, suddenly realizing I still need a lot more courage to (love Fu Shijin) Think It Over Carefully, is that the right answer?
This comment was quickly pushed to the top trending comments.
Yu Sheng also pretended to have a slip of the finger and gave it a like, blatantly watching the show without worrying about big trouble.
Seeing this, Mei Ran lightly coughed, guiltily putting her phone away.
There weren’t many patients in the department, and her usually noisy assistant, who had an important exam in mid-next month, was now quietly studying.
Mei Ran didn’t know how to tell her, and was somewhat curious about what the assistant’s reaction would be if she knew Mei Ran was the “Think It Over Carefully”? A scream was surely inevitable, and she might even pounce on her...
It was better to wait for her to find out herself, or ask Mei Ran outright.
“I’m going to the cardiothoracic surgery department. Call me if anything comes up.”
The assistant didn’t even lift her head, lethargically responding, “Okay.”
Entering the cardiothoracic surgery department, Mei Ran found the atmosphere extremely heavy. She asked softly, “What’s going on?”
Zhou Yimiao’s face was cold, softening only when he saw her. “Nothing major, just some minor friction.”
The female doctor beside him moved her lips as if wanting to say something, then forcibly restrained herself.
Several other doctors present also wore deep, inscrutable expressions, as if something extraordinary had happened.
“All of you, disperse. Carry out according to the plan discussed last night.”
The female doctor stared closely at Zhou Yimiao. Her voice was light, but concern was clearly audible. “Have you forgotten Doctor Sun? He was originally the most promising doctor in our cardiology department, but because of a careless...”
Mei Ran roughly guessed the content of their conversation and fell silent.
Back when she was still an intern, this Doctor Sun was already a leading figure in the hospital. Exceptionally promoted to deputy chief physician at a young age, his future was bright. Yet, who could have thought that during a heart bypass surgery on an HIV-positive patient, a professional exposure occurred? He accidentally cut through his rubber gloves with a sharp scalpel, blood immediately covering his hands. Though washed promptly and on a month-long course of preventive medication, he was ultimately diagnosed with HIV infection. This upright doctor proactively submitted his resignation letter and disappeared thereafter. How could the sudden fall of such a brilliant star not evoke sighs of regret?
Being a doctor is a sacred profession, yet behind the halo lie untold shadows and hardships.
Now, Zhou Yimiao faced a similar choice, perhaps even more severe, as he had never operated on an HIV-positive patient before.
Originally, the patient was assigned to another doctor, but due to certain “special” reasons, the higher-ups decided in a sudden meeting to transfer the case to him.
“Little Zhang,” Zhou Yimiao crushed the cigarette butt about to burn out between his fingers, “recite for me the medical student oath from our first day in medical school.”
“I...”
During her internship, she had followed Zhou Yimiao. She had long harbored feelings for this gentle-mannered man, hence trying every means to stop him—even though she knew full well it was useless, given this man’s character...
“Recite!”
Zhou Yimiao was usually approachable and amiable; his colleagues had never seen him so stern. Nurses exchanged glances, not daring to breathe loudly. The female doctor he had singled out immediately shed the tears swirling in her eyes. “When I entered the sacred halls of medical learning, I solemnly pledge: I will devote myself to medicine... I am determined to do my utmost to alleviate human suffering, aid the perfection of health, and uphold the sanctity and honor of the medical profession...”
She choked up, reciting intermittently, unable to continue, turned around covering her face, shoulders trembling violently.
Mei Ran quickly handed her a tissue.
“Senior Brother, what’s the current status?”
Zhou Yimiao said, “We discussed and finalized a plan overnight. The surgery can proceed soon.”
Mei Ran patted his shoulder a few times, voicelessly expressing her support.
She supported any decision he made.
“Z-Zhou Doctor,” the female doctor had composed herself somewhat, her eyes still red, sobbing, “I’m sorry, I was wrong. I... Ah!”
Almost in the blink of an eye, a burly man in black suddenly charged in from outside, clamping his arm around her neck from behind, dragging her violently backward...
Everyone was stunned by this unforeseen turn of events, not knowing how to react. The man glared viciously at them, “What lousy hospital, what lousy doctors?” He spat on the floor, “I went to three hospitals in a row, none willing to operate on my wife. I damn well won’t believe this evil! Listen up, this needle in my hand is an HIV needle...”
Before his words even faded, everyone’s expressions drastically changed.
Zhou Yimiao remained relatively composed among them. “Please put the needle down first. We can discuss everything properly...”
“Bullshit!” The man sneered coldly, “You doctors are all hypocrites, saying one thing and doing another behind our backs. If you don’t operate on my wife today, believe me, I...” He moved the needle tip closer to the female doctor’s carotid artery.
The female doctor, Little Zhang, was already paralyzed with fear, unable to utter a single word, helplessly weeping tears across her face.
A crowd of onlooking patients gathered at the doorway, pointing and whispering quietly inside, the scene extremely chaotic.
Mei Ran had never experienced such a situation before, and her heart also began to panic.
Zhou Yimiao shielded her behind him completely, continuing to engage calmly with the man, but the other party was agitated, leaving them at a stalemate.
In the TCM department, Tian Tian was about to get up for a drink of water when she heard nurses running down the corridor saying, “In cardiothoracic surgery, a patient’s family member is threatening doctors with an HIV needle...”
Her heart skipped a beat. Cardiothoracic surgery? Didn’t Senior Sister just go to cardiothoracic surgery?
Putting down her cup and hurrying to follow, she nearly collided with someone at the entrance. Tian Tian quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Ah, Mr. Fu!?”
The situation urgent, she couldn’t indulge in fangirling. “Are you here for a follow-up? Dr. Mei isn’t here right now, you might have to wait a while...”
“Where is she now?”
Hearing Tian Tian’s account, Fu Shijin’s brow immediately furrowed. “Take me there.”
In the cardiothoracic surgery department, the standoff continued. Mei Ran had preemptively notified security via the hospital’s internal system, but due to the dangerous nature of the HIV needle, they dared not act rashly, merely guarding outside, awaiting the best rescue moment.
The hostage female doctor was nearing a breakdown, several doctors were at a loss, some intern nurses even wept softly. Mei Ran was increasingly frantic with worry.
Zhou Yimiao explained repeatedly, “The surgical plan has been decided. If nothing unexpected happens, we can proceed tomorrow...”
However, the man seemed incapable of hearing a word, his eyes bloodshot red, yelling “liar” repeatedly.
Right at this agonizing moment, a tall, slender silhouette suddenly flashed outside the door. The man still wore simple white clothes and black trousers, moving with fluid grace. Holding a police baton, his steps were light yet fast. Soon, he gradually approached...
Time seemed to freeze at that very moment.
Several nurses stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they saw. Mei Ran felt a surge of joy upon seeing him appear, followed by her heart filling with a peculiar emotion, warm and swelling.
Zhou Yimiao seemed to have sensed the newcomer’s intent and began shifting topics, discussing the heart surgery plan and success rate. Indeed distracted, the man looked up...
In that lightning-fast instant, Fu Shijin raised the tightly gripped baton and struck the man’s shoulder swiftly and fiercely. The crisp sound of a shoulder blade cracking was heard, the man’s arm immediately lost strength, and the syringe in his hand also fell with a clatter.
The female doctor slumped weakly to the ground. Fu Shijin reacted instantly, seizing the man and pinning him against the wall with his hands behind his back, the entire sequence executed cleanly and decisively.
Security immediately rushed in, subduing the troublemaker.
A storm was beautifully resolved. The onlookers outside the door clapped one after another, and Tian Tian heaved a huge sigh of relief.
How terrifying! Thankfully, everything was alright.
His composed demeanor, those flawlessly smooth and handsome actions... She covered her face; from now on, the male god’s image in her heart gained another layer of golden light.
Fu Shijin looked up to see Mei Ran staring intently at him, eyes slightly reddened. He was startled, but she had already run over, taking his hand and leading him outside, directly back to the TCM department.
The door slammed shut with a bang, and Mei Ran’s tightly strung nerves seemed to slacken instantly.
“Did you even know how dangerous that was!?” She still felt lingering fear from that scene, her heartstrings shaken. “That was an HIV needle! If you weren’t careful...”
Mei Ran hardly dared imagine the consequences. He was such a good person, he had such a beautiful life ahead, such a long path to walk—how could he be associated with a word like “AIDS”? If anyone had to be, she wished it were her instead!
“Do you know how worried I was? I...”
The man simply looked at her quietly, letting her pound his chest. Hearing this, a very gentle smile appeared on his refined, calm face. He slightly bent his body and then lightly sealed her lips with his.
“It’s alright,” his voice was gentle, even gentler was his kiss. “Hm?”
The moment their lips touched, Mei Ran clearly heard the increasingly intense thumps resonating from her chest—some her own, some his.
With the desk behind her, she bent slightly backward due to his movement, curving into a pose more convenient for him to savor the sweet nectar. The man’s large hand naturally encircled her waist.
The temperature where his palm rested... was just perfect.
Their breaths gradually intertwined. Mei Ran closed her eyes slightly, gently tugging the man’s sleeve, sharing this never-before-revealed intimacy with him.
Fu Shijin also gazed deeply at the woman in his arms, her cheeks flushed with pink, a silent smile curling his lips. His tongue gently parted her rosy lips, gradually deepening the kiss.
This, his first kiss—in a certain sense.