The director led someone to the next ward, and Eric glanced at his phone, but there was no reply to her text.

When Ben came back with the box Nancy had been holding when she left, he said blankly, "I just found this downstairs. Isn't it Dr. Nancy's? How did you throw it downstairs?" !"

Saying that, Ben looked around and asked where Nancy had gone.

He had just evaded Eric's sharp gaze and run out, not knowing what Nancy would do about that man.

"I don't know." Eric replied coldly, then turned on his computer and logged into the military system to check the current hot topics and important events.

Ben gave a strange "oh", scratched his head, threw the box to Nancy's nest, and moved closer to Eric to follow.

After watching for a short while, Eric turned off the computer in a fit of irritability. "Even if I keep looking, I can only look. In my current state, I just can't do anything."

He punched himself in anger, Eric was burning with rage at himself, Ben was startled and quickly grabbed his arm like Nancy, "Colonel, don't do that."

His words were unconvincing, and Eric's mood went wild...

The street lamps lit up one after another in front of the car, creating an illusion of passing through a time tunnel.

Nancy was astonished by the beauty of the moment, thinking that it might be more beautiful if she were walking on the road instead of in the car.

Yet she knew that beside her sat Jason, the man with whom she had been in love since college.

"What, feeling romantic? !" As if seeing through her likes, Jason sneered.

"Romantic," Nancy nodded, her fair little face tensed up. "It's a pity that the person around is not right."

Nancy's words somewhat annoyed Jason, who recalled the moment when Nancy, with a sullen face, rushed into his house to make fun of the hospital for not giving him a promotion but saw him sharing the same sky and rain with his concern.

Soon, Nancy was as angry as a little tiger, not only slapping them with a "click-click-click" sound, but also grabbing a desk lamp and hitting them on the head. Jason tried to show concern, but Nancy pulled the blanket away and gave him a few hard kicks.

It was the first and last time he saw the soft-tempered Nancy lose her temper.

"Who do you want to replace it with? !" An angry retort, Jason lit a cigarette.

But soon he crumpled out the cigarette in his hand and threw it out of the car window.

"Anyone else would do if it weren't you," Nancy looked at him intently. "Jason, you disgust me."

"Disgusting..." Jason repeated her words and gave a disdainful smile.

"Well, do you think I'm ridiculous? !" Nancy looked straight at him. "That's why you designed May, saying you'd pay for her to follow me, and telling me she asked you for five million. Your provocation is really useless."

Smiling and shaking her head, Nancy continued, "You're not unaware of my family situation. She has always ignored me. Jason, have you ever thought that when everything comes out, the one you're humiliating is yourself, not me."

Nancy's words sounded like a hard slap to him, and Jason stared angrily, gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word.

"So what? !" After a long while, he blurted out coldly, "Anyway, it's good that I'm happy."

He gave him a cursory glance. His slender figure and slightly fair, delicate side face were still outstanding, but to her, there was no attraction anymore, like two repelling magnets that would pop apart as soon as they were put together.

Nancy lowered her head and gave a soft chuckle. Jason was a little dazed by her chuckle, but soon replaced by annoyance.

"Get out of the car! Jason suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road beside the seaside park.

Nancy opened the car door and got out, thinking she had finally reached the place to humiliate her, but Jason stepped on the gas and sped away, disappearing in a short while.

After standing with her mouth wide open in astonishment for a while, Nancy realized that he had suddenly become very kind and let her off.

With a bitter grin, she sighed and went to the roadside to hail a taxi back to the hospital.

"Dr. Nancy, you're finally back," Nancy dragged her tired self into the ward, and Ben rushed to her side in a dash, pleading. "The colonel is in a bad mood again. I've tried every way, but it's no use."

"Well, I know." Nancy said feebly and glanced in Eric's direction.

The man with a dim gaze was sitting on the hospital bed. His loose hospital gown covered his firm muscles, making him look somewhat thin. There was not a trace of expression on his handsome face, like a sculpture.

"I don't want to see you." Eric dropped a cold word as Nancy approached him.

A little stiffer, Nancy said nonchalantly, "It's okay. I just want to see you."

Her words made Eric raise his eyebrows. "What are you looking at me for? I'm not an exhibit."

"You look good!" Nancy smiled, and starlight shone in her bright eyes. "If you don't believe me, I'll call the doctors and nurses over and ask yourself. I promise none of them will say you're not handsome."

At this point, Nancy recalled what happened when she was eating in the cafeteria. "You have no idea that since I became your attending physician, there have always been some little girls coming to ask me if I need a nurse on call just to get close to you."

"Close to a good-for-nothing? !" Eric remained unmoved.

"Good looks can cover everything," Nancy smiled and patted his head. "I dare not think about how popular you must have been before you got hurt."

"Wash your hair!" Eric slapped her hand away and growled in a low voice.

Ben chuckled and ran away fearlessly in front of Eric.

Nancy made an "oh" and said with a thick face, "You want to wash your hair, then I'll help you, look, Ben has run away, who else but me can help you wash your hair."

With that, despite Eric's murderous gaze, Nancy quickly went out to fetch water and came in.

Adjusting the Angle of the lift bed, Nancy pulled him out slightly, leaving only his head out of the bed, and Eric grabbed her hand, fuming, "What's the difference between you washing me and not washing me at all?" !"

"Yes, at least washed." Nancy herself finds such a conversation funny, but still cooperates.

Rubbing his head with a wet towel, Nancy wrung the shampoo in the palm of her hand, and as she rubbed it onto his hair, she splashed some water with her hand. In no time, Eric had a head full of foam.

From her point of view, Eric's tall, straight nose bone was like a standing pine wood...