The Spring Festival is over quickly. The lively festival is like firecrackers after a while. After the festivities, all that remains is desolation.

The New Year passed by in a daze, the dream that felt so real kept replaying in her mind, tormenting her again and again.

Later, she started having trouble sleeping and became increasingly listless. Her parents finally realized something was wrong and dragged her to the hospital.

Hospitals are always overcrowded, no matter the time of year.

Zhang Xu is now severely seeing illusions; every scene before her is blurred with overlapping images, and various noises constantly fill her ears, as if she were in a dream world. Even with her parents beside her, she feels a sense of unreality.

Zhang's father, looking worried, pressed her down into a chair.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my daughter?"

A soft laugh came from the other end.

"Maybe he's stupid!"

Mr. Zhang was about to get angry, thinking to himself, "How can this doctor talk like that!"

He looked up and saw a straight-backed young man standing next to the gray-haired professor, writing and drawing on a booklet in his hand.

Before Zhang's father could get angry, the old professor sternly reprimanded the boy.

The roaring sound that had been ringing in Zhang Xu's ears vanished completely the moment the boy spoke.

Like a faulty old television, the screen is filled with static, then flashes of bright light before revealing a clear picture.

The gaze returns to its source, the sound returns to its nest, like water flowing into the sea, everything returns to nature.

"It's good that you have knowledge, but as a doctor, you also need to learn how to communicate with patients."

The old professor's voice clearly reached her ears, and when Zhang Xu opened her eyes, the boy's clear figure was reflected in her pupils.

He was wearing a hospital white coat, the buttons fastened neatly, and the originally loose white coat on him inexplicably gave him an air of uprightness like a pine tree.

Listening to the professor scold him, the boy showed no impatience, but his hand, which was on the folder, unconsciously twirled the pen in his hand, his inherent wickedness remaining unchanged.

Seeing Zhang Xu's eyes gradually clear, the boy's lips slowly curled up, and his hand, which was twirling the carbon pen, stopped. With a "thud," the pen fell to Zhang Xu's feet.

Zhang Xu and he squatted down at the same time, and their foreheads touched together with a loud thud.

:"you?"

Before Zhang Xu could even speak, the boy jumped up: "Teacher, look, is everything alright now?"

The professor nodded: "It might be intermittent loss of consciousness, but you're so young, you should still get a CT scan."

Mr. Zhang nodded, took the doctor's prescription, and was about to leave when he noticed Zhang Xu staring intently at the intern's chest.

Zhang's father seemed a little awkward and coughed lightly, "Abao, let's go!"

Realizing that Zhang Xu's problem stemmed from his own pressure to get married, Zhang's father dared not say anything and simply went along with her in everything.

"Yan Chenghuan?"

Zhang Xu looked at the name tag on his chest, feeling both puzzled and shocked.

What a coincidence!

"What, you want my contact information?" Yan Chenghuan asked casually, seemingly unfazed by such requests.

"Excuse me, miss, medical staff's private contact information is not disclosed."

Listening to his serious tone, Zhang Xu felt that she was probably really sick. How could she connect her dream with reality?

You're obsessed!

Seeing that Zhang's father kept beckoning her over, Zhang Xu apologized to him and went out.

As the professor called out his number, Yan Chenghuan silently took out a mask from his pocket and put it on. The professor glanced at him.

:know?

He turned his head away, seemingly in a fit of pique, and said, "I don't know him!"

The professor understood, smiled, and remained silent.