Ning Qing looked at the person standing by the window making a phone call.

His profile was flawless, with a high, straight nose and thin, peach-pink lips of exquisite shape.

Ning Qing smacked her lips. These lips are perfect for kissing; it must feel amazing to kiss them.

Wearing a white doctor's coat made him appear even taller and more slender.

The white long gown couldn't hide her strong, slender waist.

While admiring her husband's good looks, Ning Qing kept lamenting in her heart: her current appearance was too damaging to her husband's image.

How could a woman be so weak and frail that she would fall at the slightest breeze and entrust her heart and soul to him, relying on him?

His tall, handsome, and charming image is gone forever.

This adds another layer of impression barrier to his pursuit of his wife.

While Su Boyan was on the phone, he felt a faint, persistent gaze following him.

He looked in that direction and saw the person on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling, their eyes seemingly vacant.

Su Boyan hung up the phone, walked closer to the hospital bed, stood still, and waved his hand in front of Ning Qing.

"Little friend, are you alright? Is anything bothering you?"

Ning Qing almost couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

He thought to himself: This clueless wife is no good.

Which of your fucking eyes saw that I'm a kid?!

However, when I thought of the youthful and slightly immature face in the mirror, I wasn't so sure for a moment.

Cat, was the original owner an adult?

Upon hearing this, the system quickly replied: You're an adult now, you just turned 18 three months ago.

Ning Qing looked at Su Boyan and said, "Dr. Su, I am an adult now, please don't call me a kid."

Ning Qing emphasized the words "little friend".

Su Boyan could also tell that Ning Qing was dissatisfied with the way she was addressed.

So, he smiled and extended his hand, saying, "Yes, yes, we haven't formally met yet. Hello, my name is Su Boyan, and I'm your attending physician."

Ning Qing placed her hand in that large, warm hand and held it tightly.

She casually stroked his palm with her fingertips.

She spoke slowly, "Hello, Dr. Su, my name is Ning Qing."

Silently add in your mind: Your husband.

He paused briefly in the middle, then said, "Ning, meaning tranquility; Qing, meaning gentle and graceful."

While they were talking, his hand wandered off and started touching the bone in one of the pretty hands.

Since studying medicine, Su Boyan has developed obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

I'm not used to being touched by others.

I felt a tingling, itchy sensation in my palm.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

With a serious expression and a hint of displeasure in his eyes, he looked at Ning Qing's pale, slightly immature face.

Ning Qing looked at him with an innocent expression, blinking her bright eyes.

Their eyes met.

Su Boyan swallowed the words of rebuke he was about to utter.

His eyes held a complex and unfathomable expression.

Am I being too sensitive? The other person is still an innocent young boy.

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a joyful and gentle female voice.

"Son, are you awake?"

Ning Qing looked towards the entrance.

A tall, beautiful woman was looking at him with bright, joyful eyes.

When he saw Ning Qing no longer keeping her eyes closed, his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

She stopped in her tracks and raised her hand to cover her stinging nose.

The middle-aged man behind her reached out and pulled her into his arms.

He whispered in her ear, "Your son has woken up. You should be happy. Don't cry."

Ning Qing: Come on, she's not here to see her son, she's here to show off her love.

His gaze involuntarily turned to Su Boyan.

When will I be able to get closer to my wife?