So You’re Such A Doctor Song

Song Chuyi let go of her shoulder, turning to face the other side and only managed to squeeze out an “Mm” after a long time.

They were silent throughout the entire journey. When they reached the entrance of the hospital, Song Chuyi unfastened his seatbelt.

Changqing asked unnaturally, “Are you starting your volunteer work today?”

“Should be.” Song Chuyi got off and reminded her before leaving: “Drive slowly.”

After lunch, Changqing sat in a chair for the makeup artist to do her hair.

The program would start in another half hour.

While she was free, she opened her Wechat [1. Chinese call and messaging app] to take a look and saw that she had received a message from Changxin: “Take a look, take a look, your husband is doing volunteer work at the hospital. He’s the first in history to look so handsome doing volunteer work.”

Changxin rejoiced in his misfortune and even sent a short video over. In the outpatient hall packed with people, Song Chuchu was wearing a red vest and a little red cap, standing beside the multimedia equipment. He was surrounded by a group of both young and old people talking at the same time. However, Song Chuchu wasn’t even angry. His handsome face was filled with patience, telling them how they could collect their medicine and register.

Changqing was reminded of the first time she saw Song Chuyi at the hospital. He was wearing a white coat and his mannerism was graceful, making people feel that he was unattainable and eminent, but now, he had been reduced from a well-respected chief surgeon to a volunteer worker of the lowest status, yet he wasn’t the least annoyed. If it was her, she would definitely kick up a fuss and complain to Yan Lei. Not to mention that Song Chuyi’s status was actually way higher than hers.

Changqing replayed the video over and over again. The more she watched it, the more she felt that Song Chuyi, the volunteer worker, was handsome. Furthermore, he was very well-mannered, treating the patients amiably.

She closed the app and hesitated for a while before giving Song Chuyi a call. “I’ll be able to get off work by six today after recording a program. Do you want me to pick you up? Don’t be mistaken. I feel quite apologetic after you helped me yesterday.”

“… Okay.” Song Chuyi didn’t say much. It seemed quite noisy over at his side and he was also busy.

After she hung up, Changqing’s lips lifted into a smile.

Deng Lun, the makeup artist, laughed and said, “In love?”

“Not at all.” Changqing quickly denied it.

“I saw your smile just now and thought there was someone you liked.” Deng Lun smiled.

Changqing was dumbfounded. Someone that she liked? Song Chuyi? That wasn’t possible.

She just felt remorseful and besides, the one Song Chuyi liked was Guan Ying. She would never forget that.

Changqing looked at herself in the mirror. Her smile started to settle ineffably. In conclusion, Song Chuyi wasn’t a bad person. They could be friends.

After finishing her program recording at five, Changqing switched her phone on. She had two missed calls from Changxin.

She called after changing. Changxin said, “Your husband got beaten up just now.”

Changqing gave a shocked “Huh?”

“Song Chuyi went over to the smoking-control side to volunteer in the afternoon. Who knew he would bump into the family of a patient who just passed away? Your husband told him not to smoke in the hospital and in the end, the other party just punched him without saying anything, venting all his anger of losing a family member on your husband.”

“How can he do that?” Changqing huffed. “Is it right to just beat people up because someone died? Was Song Chuyi badly beaten up?”

“Not exactly. He just received two punches,” Changxin said while clicking her tongue. “However, Song Chuyi is really kind-hearted. He only avoided the blows but didn’t retaliate. However, there was no other choice. Doctors aren’t supposed to get into conflict with family members. If the issue got out of hand and was uploaded onto the internet, it would’ve affected his future. Aiya, I feel you should comfort your husband properly tonight.”

Changqing rushed to the hospital even before removing her makeup.

She waited for five minutes at the entrance after arriving before Song Chuyi appeared in sight. He was still wearing the shirt he wore in the morning, along with black pants and a black round-necked, knitted sweater.

He was fair and wearing black made him visually attractive, but there was a wound on his cheek and he had a bandaid at the corner of one brow. At first sight, he looked a little like a gangster from a Hong Kong drama. On top of that, he was sulky, making her a little afraid upon seeing him. She said carefully, “My sister told me about it. What you did was right—the patient’s family was in the wrong.”

Song Chuyi looked at her expressionlessly.

Changqing’s heart thumped. “Well… are you in a lot of pain? I know you’re not in a good mood. if it wasn’t for your help yesterday, you wouldn’t have to do volunteer work and you wouldn’t have run into this situation.”

“I helped you because we got into that situation only because I made you take me back.” Song Chuyi sighed lightly. “If you feel bad about it, treat me to dinner tonight. That’s perfect because Auntie Wang had something to do tonight, so there’s no one at home to make dinner.”

“… Oh, that isn’t a problem.” Changqing started the engine and become distressed again. “What do you like to eat?”

“Anything.”

“I’m most scared of ‘anything.’ Just say something.” Changqing pouted her pink lips.

Song Chuyi turned away. He rested his forehead on his hand, grumbling, “You’re a woman, not a child. Can you not pout the entire day?”

Changqing’s lips collapsed. Forget it, he’s in a bad mood. I shouldn’t argue with him. “Then I’ll go where I want to eat. Don’t blame me if the food isn’t to your liking.”

Song Chuyi didn’t refute. In the end, Changqing chose a Korean imperial court-style barbeque restaurant.

When they were about to enter, Song Chuyi stopped in his tracks in front of the entrance with a strange gaze. “Are you sure you want to eat this?”

“You don’t want to?” Changqing stared intently at the marbled beef.

“… Let’s eat.” Song Chuyi walked in.

A service staff member came up to greet them. “Would you like to take a suite or sit outside?”

“A suite,” Changqing said.

The staff member brought them up to the second floor. The interior of the suite was Korean-style, where you need to remove your shoes and sit crossed-legged on the floor.

The staff member passed them both menus and Changqing asked Song Chuyi courteously, “What would you like to eat?”

“You order first.” Song Chuyi was still looking at the menu carefully.

Changqing helped herself. “Give me a serving of pork belly, marbled loin, steak, king prawns, Korean rice cake, enoki mushrooms wrapped in bacon, fruit platter…”

After that, she asked Song Chuyi, “Have you thought about what you want to eat?”

“…” Song Chuyi closed the menu, lifted his head and said to the staff member, “That should be all, along with a pot of Longjing tea.”

“Sure.” The staff member smiled and nodded. Suddenly, she looked hesitantly at Changqing. “Are you the host, Yan Changqing, from ‘Challenge to the End’?”

“Yes.” Changqing heard this restaurant had excellent service and many celebrities had been there before, so she wasn’t worried about her privacy being invaded and nodded generously.

“I’ve always been a fan of your shows and I’m a loyal fan. Can I have your autograph?” The staff member handed a pen and paper over excitedly.

Changqing signed her name with delight.

After the staff member left, she snorted proudly at Song Chuyi. “Saw that? I’m still very popular okay?”

She would never forget that someone mocked her for being unpopular.

Song Chuyi raised his brows. “It’d be quite terrible if not a single person recognized you after being a host for so many years.”

“I’m not going to argue with you.” Changqing lowered her head and started to play on her phone.

She didn’t use her phone for long when suddenly, a hand stretched over and took it away. She lifted her head and frowned. “What are you doing?”

“When you’re eating with someone, can you not play with your phone all the time? It’s rude.” Song Chuyi threw her phone to the side.

“But if I don’t play with my phone…” Changqing looked at him with her big, dark eyes in confusion and pouted. “… we have nothing to say.”

Song Chuyi frowned, making his raised brows look like mountain ridges.

Changqing’s neck shrank.

“Is it that boring being around me?” Song Chuyi asked gloomily.

“No, no.” Changqing shook her head quickly and said with caution, “I just don’t know what to say. I’m afraid you’ll be angry.”

She hung her little head like a child who did something wrong.

Song Chuyi squeezed his lips together and became silent for a while.

He was silent all the way until the staff member served a few large dishes of meat.

Seeing the multiple large plates of meat, Song Chuyi’s head started to hurt.

The staff member placed the meat on the grill and the fragrance started to waft out with the sizzling of the meat. Changqing immediately took some lettuce to wrap the meat and ate it heartily.

Song Chuyi seemed to understand. The first time she ate at the apartment, she was complaining about the lack of meat, not because of the quality of food, but because she was just a carnivore.

In the past when he went out to eat with Guan Ying, she always avoided food that was slightly higher in calories. Therefore, eating out was always a hassle.

This one was great, enjoying her meat.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?” Song Chuyi really couldn’t hold his curiosity in.

“I don’t get fat easily.” Changqing took a sip of water and continued, “I’ll just do a hundred sit-ups later. You have no idea—I haven’t had barbequed meat for a long time. You have to eat this wrapped in lettuce. It’s exceptionally good.”

After saying that, she even wrapped a piece of pork belly with lettuce, added in a little green onion and passed it to him.

Song Chuyi was about to accept it when he saw her tongue licking her greasy mouth.

His lower abdomen tightened as he accepted the wrap silently.

Changqing enjoyed the meal the most. She was the one who ate most of the meat from the different plates.

Song Chuyi had stopped a long time ago. He was now drinking his tea silently.

When she was done, it was almost 8 o’clock.

“Let’s go.” Song Chuyi stood up.

“I’m so full, my legs are also numb from sitting,” Changqing looked lazily at him with her big, dark eyes.

He could only stretch out his hands to pull her up.

While they were paying the bill, Changqing took her card out but the staff member said apologetically, “Sorry, there’s a problem with our machine today and we can’t accept cards.”

Changqing was distressed, rummaging around her wallet awkwardly before looking pitifully at Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi was tall and could see the pathetic $100 inside.

He was speechless. He took out his wallet and took out six notes and handed them over.

When they exited the restaurant, Changqing said gratefully, “I’m so sorry; it was supposed to be my treat. How about this—I’ll withdraw some money later and return it to you.”

“There’s no need,” Song Chuyi replied.

“That won’t do, that wouldn’t be nice.” Changqing pouted her pink lips again.

“Consider this meal on me. You treat me again next time,” Song Chuyi said after he thought for a while.

“Mhm, mhm.” Changqing felt this would be best.

After the satisfying meal, the two headed home.

Once they entered, Changqing immediately lazed out on the couch while Song Chuyi returned to his room to bathe. When he came out, he saw a yoga mat on the floor. Changqing was lying on it, doing sit-ups with all her might.