The doctor glanced at the two of them.

Young couple, just started dating—understandable.

“All right, all right.”

He agreed verbally, but his hands didn’t go any gentler.

This time, Lu Yan didn’t flinch, nor did he make any exaggerated expressions.

But when Shi Han looked at him, his face was clearly tense.

Once the doctor had finished disinfecting the wound and wrapping the bandage, Shi Han immediately followed up, “Doctor, he’s also feeling a bit hypoglycemic. Could you check on that too?”

“Hypoglycemia?”

The doctor had just stood up, but froze for a second. He glanced doubtfully at Lu Yan’s solid forearm—still remembering the muscle he’d felt earlier.

“Yes,” Shi Han said firmly, “he has low blood sugar.”

“…If that’s the case, make sure he eats more high-sugar foods. Most importantly, keep regular meals—skipping meals can really mess up your stomach too. If you’d like, I can write you a referral for some tests.”

“No need.”

Lu Yan stood and walked to Shi Han’s side.

“Let’s go.”

“Oh… okay.”

Shi Han obediently followed behind him.

But as they left the exam room, she still looked uneasy.

“Shouldn’t we still get it checked? Just to be safe.”

“If I already know what it is,” Lu Yan said, voice low, “what difference does a test make?”

He tilted his head slightly.

The sunlight cast a soft shadow across his face—

Shi Han couldn’t make out his full expression, but the loneliness, the quiet sadness—
that, she saw clearly.

She couldn’t look away.

“So… what are you going to do next?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Lu Yan said calmly.

Shi Han bit her lip, unable to stop a certain thought from surfacing—

He… wouldn’t actually agree to that rich woman’s offer, would he?

As if reading her mind, Lu Yan turned to look at her.

“No,” he said firmly. “There are plenty of people in this world. Even if I was completely out of options, there’d still be someone else to turn to.”

Shi Han’s cheeks flushed.

But she had enough shame not to insert herself into that “someone else.”

Awkwardly, she shifted the topic. “Wait here for me—I need to grab something.”

Not giving him a chance to respond, Shi Han quickly ran toward the elevator, exited the hospital, and headed straight into the supermarket next door. She came out carrying armfuls of nutritional supplements.

Having studied medical pharmacology, she knew exactly what kind of supplements were best for someone with hypoglycemia.

In fact, she had initially wanted to specialize in internal medicine. But the first time she entered an operating room, she had an intense, visceral reaction.

The sight of open wounds triggered memories from her childhood—fear and helplessness wrapping around her like a suffocating blanket.

She couldn’t focus at all during the procedure. After a long period of reflection, she decided to pursue pharmaceutical research instead.

Thankfully, she was excelling in that field.

She had even developed a medication that could delay her memory loss.

But a drug that could restore her memories?

She still hadn’t found a breakthrough.

Back on the second floor, arms full of supplements, Shi Han spotted Lu Yan sitting on a bench, staring into space.

When he heard footsteps approaching, he looked up to see her walking toward him, carrying bag after bag.

She was carrying so much that a fine sheen of sweat had formed on her fair forehead.

Lu Yan frowned and quickly walked over.

“These are for you!” Shi Han set the bags of supplements down on the floor and pointed to one of them.

“I tested this myself—it has a high concentration of real honey, which helps with low blood sugar.”

She pointed to another, “This one’s rich in iron, good for your body.”

“And this one—zinc supplements…”

“All of this is for me?”

Lu Yan’s voice, unlike Shi Han’s naturally soft tone, was low and husky. Now, pressed even lower, it carried an inexplicable hint of intimacy.

He looked at her, eyes unreadable. “Why are you being so nice to me? Do you… want something?”

“I don’t!”

Shi Han blurted out the denial before he could finish, worried he might think she had ulterior motives.

The truth was—she did like him. She just wanted to help.

But how could she possibly admit that?

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