To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Lin Qingping was no longer concerned about buying a car. She was only anxious to find out about the "life-or-death" matter that Gu Youlian had mentioned. How could she ask Zhangzhu, who was peeking around like that?

After shooing Zhangzhu into the room, Lin Qingping prepared to act decisively.

"Um..." Lin Qingping decided to get straight to the point, and her anger subsided. She spoke earnestly, "If you're pregnant, just say so. Don't try to hide it. I won't hit you; you should be a father by now..."

Zhiyuan: ? ? ?

Zhiyuan, who had been about to say something heartwarming, was stunned. Who's pregnant? Pregnant with what? Am I pregnant?

"Mom, are you out of your mind with anger?"

Lin Qingping patted his hand, indicating that she was really not angry anymore. "You're a doctor too. We need to take responsibility for this kind of thing. Abortion is bad for girls..."

"Mom!" Zhiyuan's face turned red. "What are you saying?"

Lin Qingping: ? ? Is there a misunderstanding?

"I don't even have a girlfriend, so where would I get a child?"

Huh? Lin Qingping felt like she had suddenly fallen from her moral high ground. Was it really such a big misunderstanding?

"Ahem." No way! We have to hold this high ground! Lin Qingping's face hardened. "You're so old and still don't have a girlfriend? How dare you?"

After saying that, he got up and went to his room.

Zhiyuan had a bellyful of apologies to say, but he didn't have time to say them.

Zhangzhu, who had been observing the situation closely, jumped out of the room and said happily, "Mom, you're not angry anymore?"

"Do I look like I'm not angry?" Lin Qingping pointed to her face.

Zhangzhu blinked. "No, it's exactly like that! Mom, if you're not angry anymore, does my brother still have to write a self-criticism?"

"What kind of self-criticism?" Lin Qingping turned to look at Zhiyuan upon hearing this. "You want to write a self-criticism? Don't even think about it! I'd waste my eyes reading your kind of self-criticism! Stop producing this literary garbage for me!"

After saying that, she turned to Zhangzhu and said, "Are you worried that your brother will be wronged when he writes a self-criticism? This is your brother's comfort zone!"

Upon hearing this, Zhiyuan recalled how his father, Gu, had punished him by making him copy and write self-criticisms when he was a child, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Only Zhangzhu didn't understand, so she ran to her brother and asked why.

Zhiyuan waited until Lin Qingping had entered the room before saying, "When Dad used to punish me by making me write this and that, Mom would help me write it."

Upon hearing this, Zhangzhu was filled with respect. "Our mother is truly extraordinary. Brother, our mother is no ordinary mother. Don't try to understand her with ordinary thoughts!"

"Yes, I know." This time, Zhiyuan really knew.

"Brother, I'll pick you up from get off work again tomorrow. Let's go eat something delicious, it's my treat." Zhangzhu snuggled up to Zhiyuan and started to act coquettishly.

Offering unsolicited favors is... well, that's...

"What bad thing do you want me to do for you this time?" Zhiyuan asked, amused.

"How could you look at me like that?" Zhangzhu blinked her innocent big eyes. "I'm your own sister, and your own sister wanted to treat you to a meal, and this is how you treat your own sister!"

"Alright, alright, my kind and innocent little sister just wants to treat her brother to a meal." Zhiyuan laughed.

The next evening, before leaving get off work, Zhiyuan made a round of the wards. Everything was normal in the wards, except for a few patients who were worried about their condition. Zhiyuan explained the situation to them, and then returned to his office to change his clothes and prepare to leave work.

Zhangzhu has arrived. She sent him a message saying she didn't want to come up and would wait for him on a chair outside the hospital building.

I opened the drawer and saw something square lying inside.

Zhiyuan didn't think much of it. He picked it up and saw that it was a watch box. He opened it and found a famous watch inside, along with a small card with three tiny words written on it: "Presented to Zhiyuan".

Zhiyuan frowned, closed the watch box, and called Zhangzhu, "Zhangzhu, wait a few more minutes, I have something to take care of."

Zhangzhu responded with a "okay," and Zhiyuan took the watch box and went out.