Zhou Li was wearing a surgical suit, a white coat, and a blue surgical cap on his head. His hair was all tied into the cap. He stood at the door of the operating room with a haggard look on his face. He really couldn't be compared to good-looking or beautiful, but Jiang Weihan suddenly moved his heart. He walked over and ignored secretary Cheng Yuan's surprise and Zhou Li's struggle. Regardless of the expensive suit he was wearing and the blood stains on Zhou Li's white coat, he held her in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Zhou Li, let's not miss it." Zhou Li was tired. It was embarrassing, but she suddenly felt the warmth from his body. She wanted to let go, but she found that she couldn't let go. Then Jiang Weihan heard her slightly trembling voice. Her hands finally wrapped around his waist. She sighed slightly and said, "Okay."
Intention: Every independent soul can find a matching other half, and everything is on the way.