Tang Shun’s hand shook, and his phone almost fell to the ground.
Dr. Li Yingtong—his wife—was leaning against the door fra with her arms crossed, sporting a faint smile.
Tang Shun suddenly realized he was a married man too. How could he forget such an important thing?
"Wife! Let explain!" Tang Shun stood up imdiately. "You know, these friends are all from the past..."
"Oh?" Li Yingtong walked in and picked up Tang Shun’s phone, scrolling slowly. "yer from the United States, Anna from Russia, Yasuko from Japan, Sofia from Italy, Claire from France, Liana from Brazil... Doctor Tang, it’s busier than the United Nations here! Are you still keeping up academic exchanges?"
Tang Shun was breaking out in a cold sweat. "Please rest assured, wife, the academic exchanges were ended long ago? I don’t know why..."
"Yes!" Li Yingtong took out her phone and opened a group chat. "Since all these sisters are planning to visit, we can’t be rude. I created a group chat and added them all in."
"Wha... what?!" Tang Shun’s eyes widened.
Li Yingtong showed him the screen, "I told them, thank you all for caring about Shun. As his wife, if any of you co to Southern China, I’ll definitely host you on behalf of Shun. We can go shopping and have tea together, share experiences. Since I’m pregnant these days, Shun has been under a lot of stress, so I must ask you all to help him relax. I’m really grateful."
"Look at how enthusiastic I am, and yet they all say ’there’s no need’, ’let’s talk about it next ti’, ’wishing you happiness’."
Tang Shun: "...
Li Yingtong patted her husband’s shoulder, "Actually, when you encounter these problems in the future, there’s no need for you to be nervous. Just report to in a tily manner, I’ll handle it well, and will definitely not neglect your friends, okay?"
Tang Shun nodded chanically: "Got it! Got it!"
"By the way." Li Yingtong walked to the door and turned back, "Don’t forget to co ho for dinner tonight."
The door closed, and Tang Shun collapsed onto the chair, letting out a long sigh.
If marrying, one should marry Li Yingtong... with such intelligence, emotional intelligence, magnanimity, and decisiveness... but... Professor, you’ve set up!
Adjusting his mood, he sent a ssage to Song Zimo: "How are things on your end? Getting bombarded by ex-girlfriends?"
Song Zimo replied instantly: "? Where would I get ex-girlfriends? I’ve been solo since birth until marriage, okay."
Tang Shun: "...Sorry, I forgot you’re the pure Young Master Song, with only Tang Fei in your heart."
But Song Zimo’s troubles were actually even more surreal.
At 2 PM, Song Zimo went to the ward for rounds. Just entering the doctor’s office, he felt sothing was off.
Normally, at this ti, the office should be filled with dical records, with doctors bustling around. But today, the office was extraordinarily tidy, with over a dozen young female doctors guarding the office. So were familiar faces, so were new, there were doctors, masters, and even interns.
"Hello, Teacher Song!" they said in unison, with sweet smiles.
Song Zimo: "...Hello." It felt weird.
He began the rounds, followed not only by the usual resident doctors and interns but also by these additional dozen doctors. The large group drew side-glances from the patients’ families.
Stopping at an elderly man’s bed, the old man held Song Zimo’s hand: "Dr. Song, my granddaughter is graduating with a master’s degree this year, works in an investnt bank, and is very pretty. Here’s a photo..."
Song Zimo: "Sir, please focus on your recovery first..."
Moving to the next bed, a woman leaned in mysteriously: "Dr. Song, my niece is a professor at Nan University, thirty years old, never dated, only likes doctors..."
Song Zimo: "..."
At the next bed, the patient herself, a woman in her fifties, directly said: "Dr. Song, my daughter works at a TV station. Would you like to et her? She’s very pretty, and you two standing together would be a perfect match! A talented man with a beautiful woman!"
After a round of visits, Song Zimo had received introductions to at least five "quality female resources," three notes with contact details, and countless aningful glances.
Returning to the office, he had just sat down when a female graduate student brought in a cup of coffee: "Dr. Song, you’ve worked hard, have sothing to drink."
"Thank you." Song Zimo accepted it.
"Why are you all following ? Go do your work!" Song Zimo looked at the more than a dozen female students standing nearby, realizing sothing was off. Why were all these female students following him?
A nearby resident doctor whispered: "Teacher Song, since yesterday, the internal hospital forum and Nandu dical University’s campus network have been all talking about you. There’s even a post titled ’A Reason to Want to Marry Song Zimo Every Day,’ which is already up to three thousand comnts..."
Song Zimo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "Everyone, please resu your work."
Reluctantly, they dispersed, followed by bursts of whispers and laughter.
He sent a ssage to Tang Shun: "I think I need to apply to join the dical team to Africa, imdiately."
Tang Shun: "???"
Xu Zhiliang stayed in the ward performing surgeries every day; he didn’t go anywhere, and now he too got into trouble.
After work, going ho, his wife Wang Qingru made a delicious dinner, even unusually opening a bottle of red wine.
"Old Xu, today... you worked hard." Wang Qingru poured him wine, her tone gentle.
Xu Zhiliang was flattered and spoke even more haltingly: "Stil-still... okay. You... you... why are you like this today..." Usually, his wife didn’t allow him to drink, but today she personally poured wine for him.
"I just wanted to ask," Wang Qingru blinked, "is your institute... being visited by a lot of people now?"
"Yes, yes... Ah! Internet celebrities, dia, everything... all mixed up."
"Then... could we also visit?" Wang Qingru looked at him expectantly, "Just to take a photo. My colleagues in the office all know that my husband works at the unit with the Nobel Prize winner, and he is a key mber of this Nobel Prize achievent team. They all want to see... I won’t take many, just one photo with the dal, is that okay?"
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