Chapter 6.2 Go See Her

After the other doctor left for rounds, only the two of them remained in the office.

With no one else around, Shao Siwen spoke more candidly, “Your brother is in my grandfather’s room. Do you want to go see him?” Ye Xicun had accompanied her to visit her grandfather.

Since returning the car, Shi Miao had no intention of seeing Ye Xicun again unless absolutely necessary. She found an excuse, “I need to discuss surgery plans with another patient.”

Shao Siwen, understanding how busy a hospital resident could be, said, “Alright, I’ll let you get back to it. My brother doesn’t have any plans tonight; why don’t we have dinner together in the hospital cafeteria?”

“Unfortunately, tonight I…” The words lingered on her tongue before Shi Miao finally said, “My husband is having dinner with me tonight.”

Shao Siwen looked surprised. “Your husband? You’re married?”

Shi Miao: “Yes, a flash marriage.”

“…Congratulations. We’ll celebrate another day.”

How did she end up in a flash marriage? Was her husband also a doctor? Did her brother know? Shao Siwen had too many questions, but given their distant relationship, she refrained from probing further.

A doctor entered the office again, and she tactfully excused herself, “Dr. Shi, I’ll let you get back to work.”

When Shao Siwen returned to the upstairs ward, her grandfather was still chatting, looking quite spirited, with Ye Xicun patiently sitting by the bed, engaging in conversation.

Over the years, her grandfather had grown used to a quiet life and didn’t allow family members to crowd his hospital room. Usually, he lacked the energy to talk much, but when Ye Xicun visited, he would muster the strength to chat more.

He was clearly very pleased with this grandson-in-law and always seemed to have endless things to discuss.

Shao Siwen took a seat on the chair next to Ye Xicun and quietly listened as her grandfather brought up their wedding, expressing his wish for them to hold it sooner. She didn’t interrupt, simply listening patiently.

Shortly after six in the evening, Shi Miao received a message from Min Ting: I’m here.

She was in the middle of a call with the ER. “Alright, got it. I’ll arrange it immediately.”

Ending the call, she hurried toward the office door and nearly bumped into someone. The person reacted quickly, steadying her by the shoulders and preventing a collision.

She looked up, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Min Ting removed his hand from her shoulder and replied, “Weren’t we supposed to have dinner together?”

“I didn’t forget,” she said, taken aback that he had come straight upstairs. Retrieving her on-call room key from her pocket, she handed it to him. “Wait for me in the on-call room—second door to the left.”

Before he could respond, she was already walking away.

Min Ting’s striking appearance and commanding presence drew stares from passersby, who couldn’t help but glance at him repeatedly as they walked by.

When the hallway was momentarily empty, he located the on-call room and went in.

The room was a standard but simple single space, with a bunk bed. The lower bed had a dark gray sheet with a rumpled blanket, while the upper bunk held miscellaneous items, including a stack of books and a gray gym bag.

Min Ting closed the door behind him, noticing the room had its own small bathroom—a rare luxury for on-call rooms in hospitals.

He placed the key and a shopping bag on the desk, hung his suit jacket on the back of the only chair, and glanced at the unkempt bed.

The sight of the messy blanket seemed to irk him. After staring at it for a moment, he couldn’t help but step forward, smooth out the blanket, fold it neatly, and place it by the pillow.

Twenty minutes passed, but Shi Miao hadn’t returned.

A message popped up on his phone from his sister, Min Xi: Bro, are you at the office or at home? If you’re home, I’ll drop by.

Min Ting: I’m at the hospital.

Min Xi: Visiting my sister-in-law?

Min Ting: Mm.

Min Xi: (Intrigued emoji x2)

Her reply was teasing, but Min Ting ignored the undertones and wrote back: We agreed to meet twice a month.

Min Xi was baffled: You’re both in Beicheng, and you only meet twice a month?

Min Ting: Yes.

Min Xi: What’s the difference between being married and not being married at this point?

Min Ting: This frequency is perfect.

A knock sounded at the door.

“It’s me,” Shi Miao’s voice came through.

Min Ting opened the door. “Done for the day?”

“Yeah. Sorry for keeping you waiting so long.”

“It’s fine.”

Closing the door behind her, he asked what she wanted to eat. Then he suggested, “I’ll order delivery, and we can eat here.”

Shi Miao was relieved not to have to go out. “Alright. Just keep it simple, nothing fancy—I’m already starving.”

She hung up her white coat and didn’t notice the tidied bed as she went straight to the desk to grab a cup and pour water. Beside her cup was a shopping bag with a prominent brand logo.

“Why did you bring me a gift?” she asked, glancing back at him.

Min Ting replied, “I’ll be out of town in June, so this is your Children’s Day gift in advance.”

Shi Miao stared at him, dumbfounded. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

“My sister still celebrates Children’s Day every year, even after getting married,” he said matter-of-factly.

Shi Miao couldn’t even remember the last time she received a Children’s Day gift. Her parents used to argue so often that they didn’t bother with such celebrations. Any festivities she had experienced were limited to kindergarten.

After a moment, she looked at him and said, “Thank you.”

“There’s no need to be so polite in the future,” Min Ting said, motioning for her to check the bag.

Inside were two boxes, each containing a different bracelet design.

“One would’ve been enough,” she said.

“My sister has two, so I couldn’t just give you one,” he explained. “She said these two styles are meant to be stacked together.”

Shi Miao decided to try them on immediately, wearing both bracelets on her left wrist.

The deep blue bracelet highlighted her cool, fair skin, making her wrist appear even more delicate.

Min Ting reached out and removed the tags for her.