Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 234 - 230: Sweetness Enters the Heart

Chapter 234: Chapter 230: Sweetness Enters the Heart

Chapter 230: Sweetness That Touches The Heart

Jiang An received a call from the hospital at two o’clock in the middle of the night, hearing that one of her patients had an emergency, she got dressed and rushed over without delay.

The taxi was speeding through the night, the woman gazed out of the window with anxious eyes, wishing she could fly to the hospital in a second.

About twenty minutes later, Jiang An finally arrived at the department. Just as she walked into the office, eager to change into her white coat, the duty doctor who had been involved in the resuscitation had already come in, walked tiredly over to her, and told her there was no need to go now.

Jiang An, having changed her clothes, turned her head in shock to look at her colleague who was already exhausted and had slumped into a chair, her voice somewhat choked up as she spoke: "The family has been notified."

Jiang An felt a block in her heart, immediately stopping the action of her hands and leaned weakly against the office table behind her.

Both were silent for a moment, and the office fell into a spell of silence.

Jiang An recalled some details about the patient who had passed away; malignant breast cancer, discovered in its late stages, surgery was no longer an option at that point so chemotherapy was chosen, she had thought the situation was under control for the time being, but had not expected the bad news to come so swiftly.

In communicating with the patient, she also briefly learned about the patient’s family situation. The patient was a single mother in her forties, with a son in middle school this year, and two elderly people to look after at home; undoubtedly adding to the burden of this family already struggling to make ends meet.

The colleague sitting beside her also bore a face of dejection; although such midnight emergencies were not new, it still left a bad taste in the heart.

"Dr. Jiang, we did our best."

Outside, the vast black night was still, like a wide curtain shrouding the entire city, the streets almost devoid of people, the slumbering masses already deep in their dreams.

Jiang An stayed in the hospital and did not go back to sleep. In the hallway, she saw that child, his figure frail and alone.

Just like she had been in the past, all by himself, he had escorted his deceased mother to the morgue.

She wanted to go up and hug him, yet she stood in place, hesitating to approach.

She couldn’t bear to see those pure and heartbreakingly sorrowful eyes that seemed to gaze directly into her fragile heart.

Every time this happened, she would remember how helpless she herself had once been.

That child, he’ll be okay, she thought.

He has to be.

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Suffering such a sudden blow, even when there is regular work during the day, one’s emotions are inevitably affected.

Jiang An busied herself in the hospital until she could finally return home. She had left in such a hurry the night before that only when she stopped to rest did she realize she had worn mismatched socks for the entire day. She forced herself through the day and came back exhausted, simply ordered some takeout to satisfy her hunger.

As she ate, she opened up a newly released comedy movie, becoming engrossed in it, when a series of doorbell rings sounded from outside.

Slipping on her slippers, she walked over to the door to find Gao Chuan still wanting to continue pressing the doorbell.

The man saw Jiang An coming to open the door and his usually stern expression finally softened a bit. Without waiting for the woman to speak, he directly handed her a beautifully wrapped box and said gruffly, "This cake was given to me by someone at the company. I don’t normally eat sweets; you have it."

As he spoke, the man turned his head to the side, deliberately avoiding the woman’s gaze, not noticing his ears turning red.

Upon hearing this, Jiang An lowered her eyelids to glance at the box handed to her. It was from a very famous dessert shop, one that the young nurses in the hospital said usually required lining up for half a day.

She liked sweets, always had a sweet tooth.

But this late at night, eating a piece of cake—the thought of how much fat it would add was frightening.

"No need, I’m on a diet," she habitually declined, saying as she went to close the door again, but the man suddenly stretched out his hand to block it, his expression showing a trace of urgency, "Then keep it in the fridge and eat it tomorrow."

Saying so, he tried to force it into Jiang An’s arms, not giving her the chance to give it back, and immediately turned to go upstairs. He strode up the stairs as if worried the woman behind him might follow.

Standing at the door, Jiang An looked helplessly at the cake in her arms, let out a small sigh, and turned to close the door.

Having finished off her remaining takeout in the living room, Jiang An lay down on the sofa intending to finish the movie she had started earlier. She chuckled at some of the funnier scenes and glanced at the box on the coffee table, a surge of compassion hitting her.

After a strong internal struggle, she slowly got up from the sofa and opened the box—a classic blueberry Napoleon set in slices.

She picked up a fork and took bites, savoring the rich, creamy flavor melting on her tongue, filling her mouth with a deep sweetness that immediately warmed her heart.

Turns out, eating sweets really does improve one’s mood.

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The next morning, Jiang An woke up full of regret. For someone who was dieting, eating a cake in the middle of the night was a grave sin. She silently scolded herself. Glancing at the time on her phone, she realized she had overslept and, in a panic, rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

She dashed out the door and bumped straight into Gao Chuan, who was just about to ring the doorbell. They collided unexpectedly, and Jiang An touched her sore head, hearing the man quickly apologize.

"What do you need?" Jiang An asked while turning to lock the door.

Seeing her hurried actions, Gao Chuan frowned disapprovingly, "Are you skipping breakfast again?"

The word "again" was quite meaningful. During the time they lived together, Jiang An had a habit of oversleeping, and he would always have to drag her out of bed for breakfast.

"I’m running late; I’ll miss my bus," Jiang An hurriedly pocketed her keys, ready to head downstairs.

Gao Chuan’s look deepened even more as he stepped in front of her to block her way, saying coldly, "That doesn’t mean you can skip breakfast."

Jiang An had no interest in listening to him right now, replied with an impatient "I know," and tried to bypass him to head downstairs. Just when she lifted her foot, her hand suddenly held a bag. Gao Chuan, like the previous night, forcefully pushed it into her hands, "I bought some steamed buns; eat them on your way."

With no time to argue, Jiang An just wanted to shake him off and race down the stairs. She blurted out a hasty "Thanks" and ran down.

Over the next few days, she realized what Gao Chuan called pursuit—incessant feeding.

Every morning when she stepped outside, she’d find breakfast hanging on the doorknob, always the same kind. And occasionally at night, he’d come over with tasty treats; each time she refused, he’d put them down on the ground and tell her to throw them away if she didn’t want to eat them.

Looking at her weight creeping up recently, she couldn’t figure out what the man really intended.

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