A female Master's student in Traditional Chinese Medicine willing to be a beast of burden for him?
Just thinking about it conjured up a vivid picture.
Maybe she even knew professional techniques and some unorthodox tonic recipes...
A beast of burden like that would certainly be easy to manage.
The Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital covered a large area, but people were scarce.
Zhang Ye parked his little motorcycle and came to the lobby.
After parking his little e-bike steadily, Zhang Ye strode into the gates of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
This hospital covered quite a large area, and the corridors looked exceptionally desolate.
He glanced at the directory map.
Quickly locking onto his target—the Physiotherapy Department was on the fourth floor.
While standing at the elevator entrance waiting,
Zhang Ye already had a plan in mind.
Taking this opportunity, he would reveal a bit of his techniques to the female doctor surnamed Pei.
Then keep in regular contact with her, connect with the line at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and expand his customer base.
Ding—
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Just as Zhang Ye was about to step in,
His gaze was caught by a young girl sitting in a wheelchair.
She had a delicate appearance, exquisite facial features, and fair skin.
But her face was pale, fine sweat seeped from her forehead, and her brows were deeply locked.
Evidently, she was enduring unspeakable pain.
Her hands were gripping the wheelchair armrests tightly, her knuckles turning white, and her legs stiff.
It seemed that the slightest movement would bring immense pain.
Zhang Ye lowered his head and glanced.
He found that her exposed ankles were somewhat swollen.
He instantly judged:
This was clearly a gout attack, and it hurt quite a bit.
Zhang Ye proactively stepped forward,
And asked in a gentle tone: "Do you need help? Let me push you in."
The girl looked up, a trace of weak gratitude in her eyes, and nodded gently: "Thank you..."
Zhang Ye smiled slightly, pushed her into the elevator, and asked casually: "What floor are you going to?"
"The fourth floor." She gritted her teeth, her voice slight yet revealing a bit of endurance.
Zhang Ye's heart stirred slightly, and he smiled.
What a coincidence.
"Wait a minute!"
Just as the elevator doors were about to close,
A hurried white figure rushed in.
The newcomer was wearing a simple work uniform.
With a white coat worn over it, her steps were slightly hurried, as if she had just jogged over.
She hurriedly raised her hand to press the floor, but seeing that the fourth floor was already lit up, she quickly withdrew her hand and stood aside to steady her breathing.
Zhang Ye lowered his head and caught a glimpse of a small object dropped on the ground, shaped like a key.
But Zhang Ye was very certain that it wasn't a key...
He bent down to pick it up and looked up at the female doctor.
She had a high ponytail, soft black hair, and slightly damp temples. A few wisps of stray hair clung messily to her skin in front of her forehead, obviously having just exercised.
A pair of simple silver-framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, making her look capable and rigorous; her facial contours were three-dimensional, and her brows and eyes were sharp.
Although wearing a loose white coat, it could not hide her tall and slender figure.
At this moment, she was panting slightly, her throat rolling up and down, one hand supporting the elevator wall, while the other hand subconsciously groped for something in her pocket.
The thing he just picked up was hers?
Zhang Ye understood, a playful smile inevitably curving the corners of his mouth.
A True Person cannot be judged by appearance.
She actually used this kind of car key.
Zhang Ye originally intended to return the car key he picked up to her.
But his peripheral vision caught what was written on her badge—Pei Zi, Physiotherapy Department.
Zhang Ye's eyes flickered slightly.
Pei Zi?
The image of the girl who provoked him on social media instantly flashed in his mind.
It was her? Interesting!
Not only did they meet by chance in the elevator, but he also happened to pick up her things.
At this time, Pei Zi supported the elevator wall with one hand, while her other hand instinctively felt towards her pocket.
Zhang Ye lowered his head to look at the key in his hand, accidentally touched it, and glanced at her again.
He saw her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes wandering, as if looking for something, looking very uncomfortable and restless.
Although the girl in the wheelchair was in great pain, she still noticed Pei Zi's abnormality.
Enduring her discomfort, she asked quizzically: "Doctor, are you also not feeling very well? It feels... even more uncomfortable than me?"
"N—Nothing." Pei Zi smiled stiffly, her tone revealing a hint of reluctance.
"Uh, my things, it seems... are missing."
Her voice was a bit drifting, without specifically saying what was missing, and she was clearly flustered.
"What is missing? Could it be a key or something?" Zhang Ye spoke up at the right time, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
A key?
Pei Zi was startled, then immediately nodded: "Right, right, right, my car key is missing."
Zhang Ye couldn't help but smile.
He calmly reminded: "Doctor, did you run too fast just now? It might have fallen outside."
"Ah, right!" Pei Zi's eyes lit up, and she nodded immediately: "That's possible!"
She tried to reach out to press the elevator floor, but because the wheelchair was blocking the way, she couldn't reach it at all.
Zhang Ye casually pressed the first floor and smiled: "I pressed it for you? You should go down and look for it, lest someone else picks it up."
Pei Zi looked at Zhang Ye and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
She gritted her teeth and managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Th—Thank you..."
Ding—
The elevator quickly arrived at the fourth floor.
Zhang Ye nonchalantly pushed the girl out.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Pei Zi leaned against the wall, looking at Zhang Ye's retreating figure with a complex expression.
Meanwhile.
Outside the elevator.
Hearing a slight commotion, the girl turned her head in confusion.
Although she didn't know Zhang Ye, judging from their recent interaction,
She could feel that this person had a steady personality and gentle demeanor.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have proactively helped her push the wheelchair, nor would he have casually pressed the elevator for the doctor.
She couldn't help but secretly observe Zhang Ye's profile.
Seeing his expression calm and his mouth curled into a half-smile,
In the end, she still couldn't help asking: "That doctor just now... looked even more uncomfortable than me, is she really okay?"
Zhang Ye chuckled: "She's fine, she's just a bit twisted."
The girl blinked, still somewhat puzzled: "But her legs were shaking."