After a good night's sleep, Tuanzi was so good that he didn't even bark.

Early the next morning, Nan Song was in a good mood and felt refreshed while eating breakfast cooked by his fourth brother.

Cheng Xian and Ji Yun did not hire a nanny. They were both busy at work and had little time to clean up the housework. They often hired part-time workers. The place where they lived did not have many things and was very clean and tidy.

But it also feels like home.

There are two pillows on the large European-style sofa in the living room. They are a pair, with cartoon portraits of Cheng Xian and Ji Yun respectively printed on them. Nan Song gave them to them a few years ago. They still have them, and they have faded a bit after washing.

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On the TV cabinet were cool photos of Cheng Xian in suits and ties, and photos of Ji Yun in a white coat. However, at first glance, it looked like someone had secretly photographed them at home because of the white coat.

There are also photos of the two of them, all kinds of photos, casual, formal, antique, Republic of China... with arms around each other, intimate gestures.

Nan Song blinked and admired it for a long time, and then realized belatedly that this seemed to be——

Wedding photos!

...

Ji Yun handed the buttered bread slices to Nan Song, and then handed her a glass of milk, "Drink this."

Nan Song took the bread slices, but was grateful for the milk and refused it thousands of miles away.

"I don't like drinking this stuff, it smells like leather shoes."

Ji Yun insisted, "Supplement protein."

Nan Song obediently picked up the boiled eggs and said, "Then I can eat two more eggs and still supplement the protein."

"..."

Ji Yun shook his head helplessly. He had no choice but to enjoy two cups by himself.

"I remember that my mother didn't seem to like drinking milk either." Ji Yun drank half a glass of milk and thought, "It's probably a genetic problem."

Nan Song nodded with deep understanding.

Otherwise, how come everyone else thinks milk smells good, but she is the only one who thinks milk smells bad?

However, having inherited so many excellent genes from her mother, this little flaw is nothing. No one is perfect, and Nan Song is very open-minded about this.

"The operation is scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning. Do you want to go meet and have a chat with the patient?"

Nan Song took a sip of juice and nodded, "I definitely want it. Although I have almost grasped the basic situation, I can't know the details until I meet him."

The brother and sister quickly made breakfast and rushed to the hospital.

Ji Yun comes from a medical family. Three generations of his ancestors have been doctors. His grandfather built a high-end medical institution in Baicheng. The current president is Ji Mingren, Ji Yun's father. Nan Song calls him Fourth Dad.

Under the guidance of his grandfather and father since childhood, Ji Yun, as the only child of the Ji family, had no choice but to inherit his father's career and become a doctor. Now he has become the signature of Jiahe Hospital.

Ji Yun majored in neurology, and Nan Song was the expert in neurosurgery.

——

The medical team is ready.

Nan Song went to the dressing room to change clothes, and then took the medical staff to the ward to check on the patient's condition.

Ji Yun, also wearing a white coat, walked side by side with Nan Song in the direction of the special ward, telling her, "The patient's mood is not very stable. Please pay attention to your attitude and wording, so as not to touch his sensitive nerves."

"Yeah." Nan Song has never seen any kind of patients. She has even taken care of Yu Jinwen, who is so difficult to take care of. Are she still worried that she can't handle others?

When I walked to the door of the ward, I saw a thin and frail girl sitting on the bench at the door. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she was lost in thought.

It wasn't until Ji Yun called her "Ms. Lin" that she came back to her senses.
Chapter completed!