I Have a Story for You

In the surgeon’s office, Qin Yun was at work.

She quickly handled the recent surgical tasks assigned to her.

Sitting for too long made her back and waist ache, so she often stood up to stretch and relax.

As Qin Yun walked to the window to take in the distant scenery, Fang Zhou was just stepping out of the hospital building.

She squinted slightly, feeling that the figure looked familiar.

Just as she was about to take a closer look, there was a knock on the door behind her.

Qin Yun had to turn her gaze away and said, “Come in.”

When she looked back again, the figure was gone, as if it had never been there.

Qin Yun rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was being overly paranoid.

Fang Zhou had already left; how could he still be in the hospital building?

Then again, maybe he had lied to her and circled back.

But was it really him?

This wasn’t hard to verify.

Checking on Qiao Sisi’s reaction would tell her everything.

However, Qin Yun didn’t plan to go and check.

She was too busy to leave.

She pushed the suspicion to the back of her mind, planning to confront Fang Zhou about it later.

Qin Yun sat back down and looked up at the person who had entered, ready to ask a question, but realized it wasn’t a patient.

It was an unexpected visitor.

The woman had her hair tied in a side ponytail with a light yellow ribbon, a few strands falling playfully behind her ears.

Her skin was as white as snow, delicate and smooth like porcelain.

Her eyebrows were arched, and her bright, gem-like eyes sparkled, long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Her nose was high and straight, and her lips were rosy and glossy, always carrying a faint smile that exuded warmth and friendliness.

She wore a white dress that flowed like a blooming lily, pure and elegant, enhancing her fresh and extraordinary aura.

This was Zhang Zhiyin, Fang Zhou’s so-called good friend.

Qin Yun raised an eyebrow, surprised. “I didn’t know the great writer Zhang had a need to see a surgeon.”

Her tone was light and cheerful.

She didn’t harbor much hostility towards Zhang Zhiyin.

It wasn’t because she was kind-hearted or because she loved Fang Zhou so much that she extended her affection to his friends.

It was simply because Qin Yun felt that Zhang Zhiyin had never entered the battlefield, not even qualifying as an enemy or rival.

Since that was the case, why bother putting on a sour face?

Qin Yun didn’t think it was worth wasting energy on Zhang Zhiyin and treated her like any other person.

Zhang Zhiyin entered quietly and gently, her voice matching her name, making one feel as if they were basking in the spring breeze, like taking a stroll along the riverbank.

It was as if a slight lift of the head would reveal the lush green grass along the river.

“I’m not here as a patient today.”

“I’m here specifically to see you, Qin Yun.”

Qin Yun was slightly surprised to hear her name called.

She recalled the last time someone came to see her in this building for personal matters, it was her estranged father.

And he had brought some unpleasant news.

Today, would Zhang Zhiyin play out a similar scene?

Qin Yun’s guard went up.

But she didn’t show it, still smiling gently, even getting up to pour Zhang Zhiyin a cup of warm water.

Qin Yun placed the disposable cup in front of Zhang Zhiyin and softly said, “I wonder what important matter brought you here specifically to see me?”

The innate friendliness of the female doctor made it easy for people to let down their guard and confide in her.

People often said that if Qin Yun had chosen psychology instead of surgery, she would have become a renowned genius in that field.

“I recently had an inspiration and wrote a new story. I wanted you to take a look at it.”

The writer sitting in the chair smiled, her eyes curving into crescents.

“Ah? I think you have the wrong person.

I don’t have much literary appreciation ability. I’m just a surgeon, skilled with a scalpel.”

As Qin Yun spoke, she took a folding knife from her drawer and twirled it in her hand, as if she were spinning a pen, effortlessly.

If there were a camera recording this and uploading it to an online platform, many people would be amazed, because this woman handled the folding knife with such ease.

Such skill could only come from long practice or exceptional talent.

Qin Yun wasn’t trying to show off; she just felt empty-handed and wanted something to divert her attention.

Zhang Zhiyin suddenly put on a serious expression, her eyes fixed on Qin Yun, and sincerely said, “Actually, if I told you that the inspiration for this story came from you, what would you think?”

Her words were like a lightning bolt, making the already bright room even more dazzling.

Qin Yun’s eyes widened in surprise, seemingly unable to believe what she had just heard.

She was just an ordinary doctor; what kind of inspiration could she provide?

It couldn’t be that her reconciliation with Fang Zhou had stimulated Zhang Zhiyin, could it?

Various possibilities and questions flashed through her mind.

Zhang Zhiyin quietly waited for her response, even adding, “And you’re one of the main characters. Would you like to take a look?”

The woman’s serious expression was genuine, not fake.

Qin Yun felt a strange power in Zhang Zhiyin’s eyes, making it impossible for her to refuse.

“If you put it that way, I’m intrigued. Let’s see it.”

Qin Yun’s eyes showed a hint of interest and curiosity.

She also wanted to know what kind of person she would be in Zhang Zhiyin’s writing.

Or what Zhang Zhiyin’s true purpose was today.

As a secret admirer of Fang Zhou, having silently watched over him for so long, would she really remain indifferent after seeing Qin Yun and Fang Zhou reconcile?

Although Qin Yun didn’t consider her a threat.

But if Fang Zhou’s admirers and ex-girlfriends kept causing trouble, it would be annoying.

Like walking on a path with mosquitoes constantly buzzing around, it would be bothersome.

If possible, Qin Yun would prefer to resolve these issues once and for all.

Who wouldn’t love a permanent solution?

With Qin Yun’s agreement, Zhang Zhiyin felt slightly relieved.

As long as Qin Yun was willing to read, there was much to discuss.

Zhang Zhiyin took out a notebook from her bag and handed it to Qin Yun.

“Here, this is it.”

“Of course, as I said, it’s a novel. Don’t get mad. If you really feel upset, you can scold me.”

Zhang Zhiyin spoke with a smile, her eyes curving, like a dough ball that could be easily molded.

“With such a disclaimer, if I get angry after reading it, I wouldn’t feel right saying anything.”

Qin Yun chuckled, her words light and breezy.

She didn’t think a novel could make her that angry.

At worst, it would portray her as a scheming villain.

Even if that were the case, Zhang Zhiyin wouldn’t be wrong.

Because Qin Yun never considered herself a good person.

People’s kindness must have a sharp edge to protect themselves; ignorant kindness is true evil.