Love Never Ends

He turned his eyes back to the paper.    

"Are you alright?"    

Zhixin blinked again. Her heart skipped a beat and her face turned pale. "Yun Feng wouldn't be looking for you to tell you about my injury, right?" Can't my feet get better? Would he become a cripple? Or is it that there's still blood left in my head, and maybe … "    

"He asked me for a small favor. It has nothing to do with you!"    

Xi Shenyuan interrupted Zhixin coldly and stood up. He walked to her and stood at the edge of her bed. He looked down at Zhixin condescendingly and said, "He asked me to perform an open brain tumor removal surgery on one of his patients."    

For some reason, when Xi Shenyuan said this, he felt his blood boiling …    

Although the feeling was so slight that it could almost be ignored, he had to admit that it really did exist!    

And he'd want to tell the woman on the bed, urgently.    

Zhixin looked up at him.    

She blinked, then blinked again.    

For a moment she thought she had heard wrong.    

"Are you going to get back on the operating table?"    

Zhixin's mood seemed to be even more excited than his. She grabbed onto his two big hands excitedly, "Dr. Xi, you agreed to it, right? "Did you agree to it?"    

Zhixin smiled and asked him expectantly.    

Looking at Zhixin's expression, Xi Shenyuan felt touched for some reason. However, he unconsciously lifted the corner of his mouth slightly.    

"Yes."    

After muttering to himself irresolutely, he grabbed Zhixin's small hand tightly.    

"Ah... "Great, great …"    

Zhixin cheered excitedly. If she wasn't injured, she would have already jumped up from the bed.    

"Great!"    

He could finally step back onto the stage that belonged to him!    

For some reason, Zhixin felt the urge to cry.    

Tears came out of his eyes as he wiped his face.    

Zhixin thought it was funny, but wasn't she being a little too emotional as well?    

She wiped her eyes. "I'm just happy for you, really."    

Her voice was choked with sobs.    

Xi Shenyuan rolled his throat, leaned over, and dried Zhixin's tears. His deep eyes focused on Zhixin, and he smiled. "That's great."    

He spoke the truest words in his heart.    

She was the only one in the world who supported his dreams …    

And only she, would cry and laugh because of his dream!    

Zhixin excitedly grabbed his big hand that was holding her face and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close before burying herself in his embrace. She couldn't help but cry out uncontrollably.    

What is love?    

Was love the reason why two people in love had to hold on to their whole life?    

While Xi Shenyuan was discussing the patient operation with Yun Feng and the other doctors in the living room, Zhixin had been seriously considering this profound topic.    

Actually, putting aside all the disagreements between her and Xi Shenyuan, Zhixin still quite liked the way they were getting along.    

The two of them seemed to be in love, but also seemed to be related to each other.    

When she was injured, he was there to support her.    

She cheered him on as he took another step forward for his dream.    

And he was willing to be the first to share his joy with her.    

This feeling of mutual support, even if it wasn't love, it shouldn't be any less shallow than love, right?    

Zhixin seemed to have finally figured it out.    

While flipping through the romance novel in his hand, he reached out with his other hand for a glass of water on the bedside table.    

However, she wasn't paying attention and instead swept the cup to the ground. With a "peng" sound, the tea immediately spilled onto the ground. Fortunately, the cup wasn't made of glass and wasn't broken.    

Outside, in the hall.    

Five or six doctors wearing white coats sat together with Xi Shenyuan, discussing the feasibility of this operation.    

Xi Shenyuan was still dressed in the same suit. He sat in the middle of the crowd with his legs crossed in an extraordinary manner, which made him out to be out of place with the doctors in white coats.    

But even so, it didn't affect his confidence in the slightest.    

It was as if this man was born with a strong leading ability, or perhaps his medical skills from the start had already made him famous in this medical circle. Even though he did not wield a knife for a few years, he still had the ability to make other doctors trust him and submit.