“Apologize.” Jiang Yigu repeated, pulling the middle-aged man’s collar while the blood vessels in his eyes went red and glinted with coldness.

  The man was suddenly afraid and unsure about how to react at once. Still, his eyes turned smartly all of a sudden, and he started yelling. “Help! This doctor is hitting me!”


  At that call, the other patients’ relatives waiting outside the surgery rooms all stood up to enjoy the show.

  However, those words also utterly enraged Jiang Yigu. Glowering, he swung his fist down without mercy.

  Not one to be outdone, the man retaliated too, and they wrestled.

  Still, Jiang Yigu was agile. The man simply couldn’t win against him as he would hit thin air with his fist every single swing, and before he could realize, Jiang Yigu was already behind him, catching his wrist and squeezing. Then, as the man screamed, he arched his back and threw him over his shoulder, and slammed him down heavily.

  The man had his face pressed into the floor. Jiang Yigu then put one knee on his joint, preventing him from struggling and getting up.

  Meanwhile, the onlookers had surrounded them, even whipping out their phones to record videos.

  Tian Miaomiao was so stunned she forgot the pain in her cheek.

  She seemed to recognize that move—could Jiang Yigu be the man who saved her in the bar that night?

  No way. He had told her it wasn’t him.

  Tian Miaomiao was confused, but also feeling a bit of warmth.

  He was actually going violent over her.

  “I’ll say it one last time.”


  At the same time, Jiang Yigu has lost all patience. Putting his knee down heavily on the man while both hands gripped his arm forcefully, he seethed. “I’ll say it one last time: A-po-lo-gize!”


  The man groaned away in pain. Yielding immediately, he apologized to Tian Miaomiao. “I’m sorry…… I’m sorry!”


  Jiang Yigu finally released him in disgust and stood up, before going to Tian Miaomiao, his eyes fixed on her.

  His face was cold, fierce and a lot less human. Tian Miaomiao retreated a few steps in fear.

  She wasn’t familiar with this Jiang Yigu, as if this was the first day they met.

  Then, Jiang Yigu simply brushed past her.

  However, just when Tian Miaomiao felt dejected, she heard him say, “Not coming?”


  “.……Oh.” Tian Miaomiao reacted slow-wittedly, and jogged off to keep up with him.

  She stared at him carefully, but quickly averted her eyes whenever he turned to her.

  A nurse who was looking around in boredom at the nurses’ station quickly approached Jiang Yigu when she saw him approaching. “Doctor Jiang, is the surgery finished?”


  “.……”


  Jiang Yigu pretended that he heard nothing but stopped after a few more steps. He stared at the nurse for a while, and after he recognized who it was, he finally said, “Bring an ice pack.”


  The nurse nodded in surprise. “Okay.”


  Jiang Yigu continued forward, took his scrubs off rather roughly.

  Slim waist, long legs and white hands—none of his anatomy wasn’t god’s finest craft.

  Tian Miaomiao felt that the man was a real demon for the first time.

  When Jiang Yigu reached his office, he handily threw the scrubs into a clothes basket and took out a large white coat from his closet to wear.

  His fingers deftly did the buttons, his name tag shifting from time to time—although his name remained ever obvious.

  The nurse knocked on the door, entered and put the ice pack on the table.

  “Do you need anything else, Doctor Jiang?” She asked, her eyes full of love.

  “You may leave.” He replied.

  Meanwhile, Tian Miaomiao stayed where she was, awkwardly.

  After Jiang Yigu did his last button, he squinted at her. “Come.”


  “It’s fine……”


  For some reason, Tian Miaomiao was afraid of being even a little too rude with him when he’s like this. Not daring to even speak a little too loudly, she could only meekly ask, “Well…… I’m here to get some medicine for President Li—the painkiller he needs. You know?”


  Jiang Yigu grunted affirmatively, and then repeated himself. “Come.”


  His voice was exceedingly cold, revealing his impatience. Anyone who heard him could only obey.

  Tian Miaomiao braced herself and went to him.

  “Sit.”


  She did so, even sitting straight just like a grade-schooler.

  Jiang Yigu approached her with the icepack.

  Tian Miaomiao felt her face suddenly cooled, and she could soon smell the scent of blood from him swirling around his nose.

  She froze, and she stared blankly.

  Perhaps it was because he didn’t have his glasses and couldn’t see clearly, he was a little too close.

  His skin was fine, white, and tender. His eyes were also a little distant and cold, not to mention that his almost feminine face had the aura that he stood above the common people.

  Because he often performed surgeries, his index finger and middle finger had a few calluses and scars.

  His fingers had also become white because the ice was too cold, but he had no intention of letting go.

  There was no telling how long Tian Miaomiao stayed in that position before he finally lowered the ice pack, stood up, took a tube of medicine from the closet and applied it to her face.

  “Ouch—”


  Tian Miaomiao flinched from the stabbing pain on her cheek, and Jiang Yigu frowned. “Don’t move.”


  She bit her lip and tried to ignore the pain, while finding him coming so close that his thin lips almost reached her cheek.

  His slightly cold breath washed on her face. Tian Miaomiao’s hands tightened over her lap, and suddenly she was afraid to blink while her heart thumped furiously.

  However, Jiang Yigu had already stood up and went to wash his hands, and then sat down again languidly.

  “Don’t do that anymore. And don’t come to the surgery rooms.”


  He spoke a lot less cheeky than before.

  Not used to it, she only felt curiosity.

  Which part of Jiang Yigu was real and which one was fake?

  The cheeky one or the cold one?

  Nonetheless, Tian Miaomiao averted her eyes. “Okay,” she said, “You should give me President Li’s medicine.”


  Jiang Yigu took out a bottle of medicine from his drug cabinet, and then scribbled something on a piece of paper before handing her both.

  “These are things to note with this medicine. Remember to give it to President Li.”


  Tian Miaomiao took the paper. She doubted her identity as an earthling when she saw what’s written on it.

  What did those words mean? There were brushes streaking from left to right and was no different from grass—in fact, she felt that Jiang Yigu wasn’t writing, but was sketching.

  She felt as if she had gone blind.

  Jiang Yigu squinted her eyes at her again to study her when he saw how she reacted. “What happened?”


  Tian Miaomiao shook her head. “I-it’s nothing.”


  She put the paper in her pocket. She just had to hand the medicine to President Li since it wasn’t hers anyway—it’s none of her business whether he could understand.

  However, just as Tian Miaomiao was about to leave, the nurse who came just now pushed the door urgently, almost crashing into her.

  “Doctor Jiang, the dean is asking for you!”


  Jiang Yigu kept his emotion in check. “Alright. Got it.”


  He then stood up, putting both hands in his pockets before walking out unhurriedly and with composure.

  Tian Miaomiao felt a little guilty. “I’m sorry……”


  Jiang Yigu stopped beside her, narrowing his eyes as he asked a question. “Why are you apologizing?”


  “You wouldn’t have hit that man if it wasn’t for me, and the dean wouldn’t be asking for you……” Tian Miaomiao’s became quieter the more she spoke, the self-blaming voice in her becoming ever louder.

  But she was not a pack of meekness before!

  What happened to her today?

  Could it be that she found it hard to accept Jiang Yigu’s changed personality at once?

  “You think too much.” Jiang Yigu sneered a little.