Shi Jin looked up and smiled. “Hello, Miss Jiang.”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His eyes shone like a starry, sky clear through the clouds. Shi Jin was like a man walking out of a painting. Every aspect of his body was exquisitely carved. No wonder people longed to be closer to him.

Jiang Jiusheng recovered from her thoughts, slowly walked in, and seated herself. She took off the mask and the hat. “Hello, Dr. Shi.”

She was anything but an anonymous singer and had quite a few fans. No one had recognized her today, yet Shi Jin had identified her the second he saw her.

“Is there something wrong?” Shi Jin asked.

Jiang Jiusheng looked up to meet his eyes and paused, a bit shocked. He was in a white gown, and his white shirt inside was buttoned to the bottom of his neck. The simplest outfit on him looked so gentlemanly and handsome. She was lost for a while before her senses came back. She told him about her symptoms.

“I’m bleeding a lot,” she said, trying hard to treat him as a normal OB doctor. She added, “It hurts a lot.”

She lowered her head, mincing her words because she wasn’t used to talking about such private matters with others.

Shi Jin’s eyebrows twisted after hearing what she said and asked, “Where is the wound?”

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised.

What wound?

He was patient enough and said in a gentle voice, “Miss Jiang, can I take a look at your registration paper?”

She handed it over to him.

He looked down at it and smiled, his eyes filled with gentleness—like the stars on a spring night. “Miss Jiang, this is surgical department. OB is downstairs, the fourth room on the left.”

Jiang Jiusheng was speechless.

After an awkward moment, she remembered that he was a surgeon. She couldn’t help but gaze at his hand holding the paper. What a beautiful hand to hold a scalpel…

“Shall I take you there?”

Jiang Jiusheng came back from her thoughts. “You’re busy. I can go on my own.” After all, he couldn’t spare time to have dinner with that Miss Zhou.

Shi Jin took off the stethoscope hanging around his neck. “I’ve got time.”

Jiang Jiusheng had no excuse for refusing him, so she accepted.

Shi Jin walked in the front. They kept a proper distance and spoke not a word. Downstairs, they stopped at the fourth room on the left. On the panel, written in black calligraphy, were the words “Gynecology, Zhang Rong.”

After Shi Jin knocked on the door, a female voice inside said, “Come in, please.”

Shi Jin took Jiang Jiusheng in. The woman seated in a spinning chair looked to be in her 40s, her hair a bit whitened at her temples, a pair of silk-framed glasses propped before her eyes. She looked up with a kind expression. She was the attending of OB, Zhang Rong.

Dr. Zhang appeared surprised to see Shi Jin. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure, Dr. Shi?”

“My friend is here for an issue.”

Dr. Zhang appeared even more surprised. She hadn’t had much contact with Shi Jin, for they were not co-workers of the same clinic. But she knew him by his title as the top surgeon at Tianbei who had completed his double PhD at 20 and performed a surgery as attending at 21. It had been a minor procedure, but he’d performed it with quick and precise suture technique. That technique had caused a sensation in the Central Affiliate Hospital and had been added to the textbook of Yale Medical School. At 22, he did a cardiac surgery with a 5 percent success rate, producing the latest achievement in treating cardiac tumors. He’d come to Tianbei at 24, and within two years, he had become the top name in domestic cardio.

The hands of this 26-year-old man were invaluable to the medical world. He was an elegant, noble, and secluded man. And this was the first time he’d been seen walking with another person. So, Dr. Zhang couldn’t help but take a second look at the person behind Shi Jin. She was wearing a mask and a scarf, and she was about five feet, seven inches tall with a well-proportioned and elegant, slim figure with.

The woman thanked Shi Jin. Her voice was pleasant, though a little hoarse. Dr. Zhang couldn’t help but look at her for a while.

“You’re welcome.” Shi Jin smiled and put the registration paper on the desk, entrusting her with Dr. Zhang before leaving the room.

Dr. Zhang had a feeling that this girl was one of Shi Jin’s relatives. She took the registration paper and said kindly, “Please take a seat, Miss Mo.”

Jiang Jiusheng took off the mask. “Miss Jiang. Sorry.”

To avoid fans and journalists, Mo Bing had registered in her own name.

Zhang was surprised. “My daughter is a fan of yours!”

It was Jiang Jiusheng—the rock star whom her daughter addressed as “Husband” every day. She seemed to have some kind of magic to enchant her. The wall in her bedroom was full of Jiang’s posters, so Dr. Zhang recognized that face.

She kindly asked, “Can I have an autograph of yours?”

Jiang Jiusheng smiled. “Of course.”

It was not a serious illness. Zhang prescribed some Chinese medicine and told her to stay away from cold and spicy food. After leaving the room, Jiang Jiusheng got a call from Mo Bing.

“Is it over?”

“Yes.”

Mo Bing said nothing about Lin Anzhi and asked, “Did it go well?”

Jiang Jiusheng answered, “Apart from going to the wrong room.”

She had never been good at finding her way, which was no surprise to Mo Bing. She smiled over the phone and said, “Oh, and that doctor you told me earlier who has nice hands is a cardio surgeon.”

Jiang Jiusheng put on the mask and lowered her hat, looking down as she walked. “I saw him.”

Mo Bing was surprised. “You were predestined.”

Jiang Jiusheng agreed and added, “He lives next door.”

It seemed they had met more than once. How predestined they were!

Mo Bing teased her. “Did you touch it? His hand.”

She knew Jiang Jiusheng couldn’t help but touch beautiful hands when she saw them.

“I did,” she admitted without hesitation.

Mo Bing was surprised. Although Jiang Jiusheng had been craving beautiful hands, it was just a sort of impulse. She had never really touched one. This doctor was the first.

“Sheng!” Mo Bing paused, then said seriously, “You’re not an idol. You can’t fall in love.”

Jiang Jiusheng smiled. “What if I just want hands? Not a man?”

Mo Bing said sternly, “Trust me, it is not a hand that can bring you the most joy.”

Jiang Jiusheng was speechless. How horny that statement sounded!

Jiang Jiusheng jokingly cursed her before hanging up.

The door of the elevator opened. She looked up and realized she had gone to the wrong floor again. The payment area was crowded and noisy. It was not the quiet entrance Mo Bing had brought her to when they’d arrived.

Jiang Jiusheng pulled up the scarf and pressed down on her hat as she passed through the crowds quickly with her head low. Past the pay area was a long hallway. At the end of it was the entrance of the underground parking lot.

She took her phone out and was about to call Qiao when she heard someone.

“Excuse me.”

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and saw a young girl with a backpack, about 17 or 18. She nodded to her.