Night, deep.

A dark room, eerily silent.

Song Nianxi was terrified, her hand drawing on the bed sheet. She wanted to shrink away but couldn't escape. The frenzy in her heart surged wave after wave, like a fire burning within her.

That person's icy fingertips seemed to have tiny flames, warm yet irresistible...

I widened my eyes, trying to make out the face clearly, but all I could smell was the icy breath of snow.

"You... need to be more well-behaved!"

……

Song Nianxi opened her eyes in the darkness.

Again, this damn dream!

He took a few heavy breaths and got out of bed to go into the bathroom.

The person in the mirror, Sheng Xue, had eyes as big and bright as stars, with a hint of panic and terror, staring back at herself.

His eyes held the deep pain of sorrow.

Time, it seems, has taken me back to that night a month ago... That man's eyes were dark as ink, noble, serene, profound, cold with an absence of warmth.

Song Nianxi painfully closed her eyes.

Clearly, this is not a dream!

Showering, blow-drying hair, changing clothes, everything as usual, orderly and efficient.

7:00 AM

Dressed in a white lab coat, Song Nianxi, with her long green hair styled up, walked into the surgery ward of Beijing People's Hospital on time.

The stethoscope hanging around his neck glinted with a cold metallic sheen.

"Doctor Song, we have a patient with severe abdominal pain. They need to be seen immediately," the nurse rushed after him, her voice laced with urgency.

Where are the patients?

"He was brought in from the ER."

Song Nianxu frowned, "Where's Director Chen?"

Director Chen is already on stage.

Song Nianxi frowned, "I have a consultation at ten o'clock and I'm afraid I won't have time."

The little nurse smiled apologetically; “Who would dare refuse when a doctor as famous as Dr. Song is being specifically requested? No one else in the department dared to take on the surgery.”

Song Nianxi's face stiffened, and she immediately said: "Get the things ready at once."

A pale man lay on the cold operating table, half-conscious.

Song Nianxi frowned and stopped.

How could it be him?

"Doctor Song, can I start with my hand?"

After a brief moment of surprise, Song Nianxi quickly regained her composure. "Administer the anesthesia, prepare to begin," she said.

After an hour of working with methodical precision, Song Nianxi had to stop. He pointed at the hole in his stomach.

"This is already rotten, needs to be cut off by a third. Go and inform the family."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

The assistant ran out and a few minutes later came rushing back, panting, "Dr. Song, the patient's family disagrees with the surgery and wants to see the surgeon."

"This is a matter of life and death, what are you doing?"

Song Nianxi took off her gloves and hurried away. When she saw the faces of her family members, she was stunned for a moment, her face paling instantly.

Tang Han was also looking at her now, surprise flashing in his eyes. “Song Nianxi, how could it be you who performed the surgery?”

Tang Han, upon hearing this, suddenly changed expression. "No wonder you wanted to cut out his stomach, you were deliberately seeking revenge!"