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  The two were chatting whety came back, carrying several bags full of groceries.

  The young man named Pi Ruan visibly froze when he saw the fatty. After Jiang g calmly expihat this was his friend, Pi Ruan's fastantly lit up with the enthusiasm of someoing an old friend in a fn pce, making the fatty a bit overwhelmed.

  "Hello," Pi Ruan grabbed the fatty's free hand. "I'm Pi Ruan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

  The fatty's face shouzzled expression. He looked at Jiang g, but Jiang g's face was always unreadable, so he had no choice but to look back at the young man in front of him. With a regretful yet flicted expression, he said, "Hello, brother. Although I sympathize with you for having this illness at such a young age, I'm not a doctor, so telling me won't help."

  Pi Ruan’s hand froze in mid-air.

  The fatty suddenly remembered he still o hurry up and make the ribs, so he excused himself and quickly darted into the kit, where he busied himself with the cooking.

  Jiang g didn’t exploit the awkward moment, simply gesturing for Pi Ruan to sit down and asked, "How is yirlfriend behaving now?"

  At the mention of his girlfriend, Pi Ruan sighed, "About the same as before, but worse in iy. She often suspects that I'm not sih her, that I’m seeing someone else."

  At this point, Pi Ruan suddenly became agitated. He raised his head, his ensing, and excimed, "But Doctor Jiang, you know me. How could I possibly be that kind of person!"

  "Mm," Jiang g pulled out a notebook with a blue cover, wrote a few words in it, and then nodded, "I know."

  Pi Ruaarted p out his grievances like a floodgate had opened, reting all the efforts he'd made since being with his girlfriend, only to be met with her ck of uanding.

  Tears started streaming down his face as he spoke emotionally.

  The fatty finished washing his hands and came out of the kit.

  Pi Ruan was still talking passionately, while Jiang g didn’t show much empathy, only chiming in occasionally. Most of the time, he just listened.

  The fatty, curious about Jiang g’s work, pulled up a chair and sat on the side, watg.

  When he heard about how much Pi Ruan had give his girlfriend still doubted him, the fatty couldn’t hold back. But before he could offer words of fort, he caught Jiang g's gaze.

  Silently, the fatty swallowed the words he was about to say.

  "Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan finally seemed to have exhausted himself. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, speaking in a tired tohat's the gist of it. In short, my girlfriend suspects that my motives for being with her are not pure, that I have some ulterior motive."

  Jiang g closed his notebook and clipped his pen onto it.

  "Dr. Jiang, please e up with a treatment pn for my girlfriend as soon as possible. I’m ting on you."

  Jiang g nodded, "It's part of my job."

  Pi Ruan sighed deeply a.

  As soon as he stepped out the door, the fatty scooted over, "Doctor, this guy’s not bad. Although he’s a bit 'soft,' he's genuinely devoted to his girlfriend. I really don’t get why she’d think his motives aren’t pure."

  Jiang g opened a drawer, pced the notebook inside, and looked up, "That’s what you think?"

  The fatty blinked, seemingly not uanding Jiang g’s point, and mumbled, "What are y to say?"

  Jiang g gestured for him to stop talking. A few seds ter, the door opened again, and Pi Ruan walked in briskly. Apologetically, he said, "Dr. Jiang, you see how fetful I am! I almost fot the most important thing—my girlfriend’s 80th birthday is the day after tomorrow, and you absolutely have to e!"

  Jiang g, in his usual calm manner, replied, "gratutions. I’ll be there."

  Satisfied with the answer, Pi Rua tentedly.

  The fatty's mouth formed an O-shape.

  After the door closed, the fatty finally noticed a young woman dressed as a secretary standing outside—a white blouse, bck professional skirt, and bck-framed gsses, exuding an intellectual yet alluring vibe.

  After Pi Ruan walked out, his left hand habitually ed around the woman’s waist, and the two left chatting and ughing.

  The fatty silently picked up the shattered pieces of his worldview, realizing that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t piece it back together.

  Jiang g tidied up some dots oable and filed a few of them into the case ra order. Wheurned around, he noticed the fatty was still staring bnkly out the door.

  A blue sports car revved its engine and sped away.

  "What are you looking at?" Jiang g asked.

  The fatty suddenly said, "I don’t want to work hard anymore. His joy seems so pure."

  Jiang g thought for a moment, then turned around and walked back to the case rack. He pulled out several case files marked with red stiotes.

  He first opened ohen turo face the fatty, holding the others under his arm. "Zhao Guiqin," he read aloud, "arepreneur, owns nine vils, tless luxury cars, with assets worth over a billion. Age: 89." He looked up at the fatty. "Currently single."

  The fatty's lips trembled, seemingly wanting to say something but not knowing how.

  Jiang g, showing a look of sudden realization, pulled out another file from under his arm. "Liu Niuma, nddy, owns dozens of apartments. Age: 77. Also single." He put down the file and advised early, "Don’t be fooled by her youth. Her illness is severe, and she has no children."

  The fatty took a deep breath and decred firmly, "I think I’m still young. I still work hard."

  Jiang g clicked his tongue a few times in disappoi afully put the dots back.

  Following Jiang g, the fatty asked, "How do you have these people’s info? Are they your patients?"

  "You could say that," Jiang g replied.

  "What illness do they have?"

  Jiang g looked at the fatty and said each word slowly, "Lonely, empty, and cold at night."

  The fatty shuddered, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes widened. "So, you were the one who introduced Pi Ruan’s girlfriend to him?"

  Jiang g, somewhat embarrassed, rubbed his nose, "It’s my duty as a doctor. Seeing long-lost smiles light up their faces brings me genuine joy as well."

  The fatty: ". . . Be ho. How much of a cut do you get from these wealthy women?"

  Jiang g ignored him and mysteriously went upstairs to busy himself with something unknown.

  (End of the Chapter)

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