How long had it been since he had taken a good look at Lin Mengmeng? He didn’t expect that the next time he would look at her so closely would be under such circumstances. Full of bitterness, Shaoting Yu sat alone by Lin Mengmeng’s bedside until dawn. Early in the morning, a nurse came for rounds. Seeing Shaoting Yu dozing by the bedside, she paused, then cautiously approached: “Dr. Shao, why don’t you go rest for a bit?” By yesterday, the relationship between Shaoting Yu and Lin Mengmeng had already spread throughout the hospital. Shaoting Yu slowly opened his tired eyes, glanced at the time on his phone, and stood up: “No need, I have clinic hours this afternoon.” The nurse, concerned, advised, “Dr. Shao, this will be too much for your body.” “It’s fine, it’s just once in a while,” Shaoting Yu said, his gaze slowly falling on Lin Mengmeng’s face. Compared to the years of coldness and distance, what was one night of company worth? Collecting his thoughts, Shaoting Yu earnestly requested, “Please take good care of Mengmeng.”
Perhaps it was the first time the nurse had seen Shaoting Yu ask for help. She was stunned for a moment before responding, “I understand, Dr. Shao. You go ahead with your work.” “Okay.” After staying up all night, his throat was now very hoarse. It was time to start work. Shaoting Yu didn’t delay any further and hurried towards the clinic. Regarding the treatment strategies for ALS, some front-line hospitals had made some experimental breakthroughs. Chen Zhe had informed Shaoting Yu about this immediately. After finishing his consultations for the day, Shaoting Yu rushed to the conference room.
