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Twenty minutes later, at a private hospital.
Tong Le arrived at the entrance of the private hospital just as Dao Wen's call came through.
"You're at the hospital, right?" Dao Wen said on the other end. "I've already spoken to my friend. You can go to his office and find him. His name is Fan Qinghua, and he's a gynecologist."
Tong Le paused, "A male gynecologist? Named Fan Qinghua?"
Dao Wen chuckled, "Yeah, his dad was determined to have him get into Tsinghua University, so he named him Fan Qinghua, but he didn't get in. Just go find him; he'll help you."
Meanwhile, in the examination room.
Fan Qinghua had just finished a surgery and stepped into his office. He stood by the sink, repeatedly washing and sanitizing his hands.
On the rest chair in the office sat a well-dressed man leaning back with his eyes closed, resting. The man was positioned under the window, with long legs and thick eyelashes; his black suit shimmered with hints of gold in the sunlight.
Fan Qinghua turned around and said to the man, "You've been here for over an hour. I've finished my surgery; why aren't you heading back to work?"
The man kept his eyes closed and remained silent. Even with his head tilted back, his exquisite facial features were striking.
Fan Qinghua approached him and asked, "Is your mom pressuring you into blind dates again?"
The man still didn’t respond.
Fan Qinghua sighed, "Zong Zeyu, are you really trying to make me play along with your charade again? Once or twice is fine, but now people in the hospital are gossiping about us; they think we're a couple!"
At that moment, Zong Zeyu finally opened his eyes. He slowly sat up straight, stretching his back lazily; the sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the contours of his shoulders like a character from a comic book shining with golden light.
Fan Qinghua exclaimed in frustration, "Zong Zeyu, I'm not joking! People here really think we have that kind of relationship!"
He was exasperated; after all, he was a tall man over six feet. Back in college, he had even been pulled into modeling by his professors. Now he found himself misinterpreted just because he helped Zong Zeyu fend off a few blind dates!
Zong Zeyu was also quite handsome. Every time they walked side by side in the hospital, they attracted whispers from nurses. They were two undeniably single men, yet now it seemed finding partners would be difficult!
Zong Zeyu rubbed his neck lazily and yawned before standing up. He glanced at the clock on the wall and said in a low voice, "My mom set up a blind date for me at six tonight. It's still her old trick—making sure the girl thinks there's something wrong with my sexual orientation."
Fan Qinghua exclaimed in disbelief, "I mean seriously! You’re so free? Don’t you have work? Your family is so big; don’t you need to manage it?"
Zong Zeyu turned to get some water from the dispenser and replied softly, "I got up at five this morning to arrange business for the group. I came to keep an eye on you because I was worried you'd run away."
Fan Qinghua stomped his foot in frustration. "If you have that much time on your hands, why don’t you find a woman to date? You always use me as a shield! One day your mom will come here and silence me!"
Just then, there was a knock on the door of the examination room.
Fan Qinghua momentarily froze. They weren’t accepting patients today; why was someone knocking? Suddenly remembering, he said, "Oh! It must be Sister Wen's friend."
"Please come in," a voice called out, and Tong Le cautiously pushed the door open.
As she entered the room, Fan Qinghua's gaze landed on her, and so did Zong Zeyu's. Zong Zeyu remained frozen in place, holding a cup of water, his expression blank.
Tong Le didn't notice Zong Zeyu at first. She turned to Fan Qinghua, who was dressed in a white lab coat, and politely asked, "Are you Doctor Fan?"
"Yes, that's me," Fan Qinghua replied immediately. "You must be Sister Wen's friend. I've heard about you. Please wait here for a moment while I get your form."
With that, Fan Qinghua hurried out of the consultation room, leaving Tong Le and Zong Zeyu alone inside.
It was only then that Tong Le noticed Zong Zeyu. She offered a simple smile as a gesture of politeness before taking a seat. Meanwhile, Zong Zeyu remained rooted to the spot, growing increasingly stiff and numb until the disposable cup in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, spilling water everywhere.
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