Chapter 1 She had a miscarriage

  June rain, dark clouds press down, daytime is like night. The city's neon lights fall from the sky, stretching for miles, illuminating the clouds, and the night returns to daylight.

  The empty hospital corridor, high heels stepped on the marble floor, making a crisp sound. Wei Zhan Yan tied her black hair back, wearing a snow-white coat, with a stethoscope hanging around her neck emitting a cold metallic glow.

  "Dr. Wei, today's three surgeries are all scheduled for this afternoon, and there is also an academic exchange meeting at 6:00 pm tonight..." The intern followed closely behind her, handing over the day's schedule in an orderly manner.

  "Dr. Wei, the emergency department just sent over a patient who's bleeding profusely, please go take a look right away." The little nurse rushed in, saying anxiously.

  "Uh-huh." Zhan Yan nodded and quickly walked towards the emergency department.

  A disheveled woman with a pale face lay on the hospital bed, wailing in agony.

  By the bedside, the man's tailored suit was wrinkled and stained with large patches of bright red, but not a single thread was out of place. He stood there calmly, his profile sharp and defined, his thin lips pursed tightly, his expression indifferent to the point of being cold.

  Her face lit up suddenly, but when she saw the man's face clearly, she was stunned on the spot, her face turned pale. At this time, the man was also looking at her, and after a brief astonishment, a smile-like glow floated in his deep eyes.

  It seems like an unfortunate coincidence that she actually works at this hospital.

  She hastily averted her gaze and looked at the patient on the bed. She lifted the corner of the quilt, only to see that the woman's lower body was covered in blood, and her snow-white skirt had turned a bright red.

  "The child can't be saved, prepare for a D&C." Zhan Yan said calmly to the nurse beside her. Even she couldn't help but admire her own composure at this moment.

  The nurse handed the surgical consent form to the man, who took it and signed his name "Ji Weiyan" with a flourish of his golden pen. His handwriting was as aloof and cold as he was.

  The operation lasted more than two hours. The child had already been lost before being sent to the hospital, and all she could do was clean up the patient's uterus and minimize the damage.

  After finishing, Zhan Yan walked out of the operating room, took off her mask and threw it into the disposal box along with her blue surgical gown. She stood there washing her hands when a low, magnetic male voice suddenly came from behind her, a very pleasant sound, but mixed with a hint of coldness.

  "Isn't there anything you want to ask me?"

  Zhan Yan didn't turn around because she didn't need to; she already knew who it was. She had heard that voice for three whole years.

  She washed her hands clean, dried them under the disinfectant machine, and then turned around slowly.

  All I saw was him standing at the door, his tall figure mostly submerged in the shadows, with a cigarette butt between his long fingers, casually spitting out smoke, his handsome face hidden behind the fog, giving me a feeling that was so vague it almost lost its reality.

  "What about you? Don't you have anything to explain?" Yan's face lifted to meet his deep eyes, which were easily indifferent, and her tone was surprisingly calm, but the hands hidden behind her back were trembling nonstop. She was waiting for his response, as long as he said he had never done anything wrong to her, she would believe him, even if it was a lie.