Luo Yan obediently fixed her gaze on him.
The man wore a spotless white coat, with a gold pen clipped to his chest pocket.
Even knowing that his gentle, water-like gaze was not looking at her, but at a patient, it still gave one the illusion of being cherished.
Soon, the man withdrew his gaze, picked up the signature pen and medical record book on the desk, and asked routine questions while writing:
"Are you nearsighted? Do you occasionally wear contact lenses or colored contacts?"
"Not nearsighted, never worn them."
"Have you been staying up late often recently?"
"No."
"Prolonged use of electronic devices, eye strain?"
"No."
"Have your eyes been exposed to external irritants? Sewage or shampoo getting into the eyes, or exposure to strong light, etc."
"…I've seen Zang Dongxi. Does that count?"
The man stopped writing, raised his eyes to look at Luo Yan, a trace of puzzlement in his gentle gaze.
"What is Zang Dongxi? Is it a ghost?"
"Not a ghost. Worse than a ghost."
Luo Yan picked up her phone, pulled up a video, tapped it to play on mute, and showed it to him.
She hadn't gone to catch adultery empty-handed. Not only did she have a recording device, but she also carried a miniature camera on her person.
She had edited the audio and used it on that little mistress.
The close-up HD two-person show video—she had kept it as backup too.
Seeing the two naked figures in the footage, Song Chen unexpectedly furrowed his brow, then turned his head and shifted his gaze away.
As Yan Jun's childhood friend and good buddy, Song Chen naturally recognized him in the video.
"Who is that woman?"
Given his familiarity with the human body, one glance at the figure told him it wasn't Luo Yan.
The bone structure and muscle lines were utterly ordinary.
"Yan Jun's company assistant."
Luo Yan turned off her phone, and Song Chen turned his head back, only to see her expression looking somewhat dazed.
"Because I saw Zang Dongxi, my eyes feel uncomfortable. Is it a stye?"
"It's not a stye."
Song Chen believed in science and didn't buy into feudal superstition.
"Eyes that haven't actually come into contact with contaminated things generally won't develop a stye."
"Then, because I was too heartbroken and cried for a day and a night, could it be from crying?"
"Crying too much can indeed cause eye inflammation."
Luo Yan said oh and nodded.
Probably thinking of something sad, her expression dimmed, and a layer of moisture welled up in her eyes again.
Although he didn't approve of Yan Jun's actions, he didn't seem to have any standing to interfere in the affairs of the engaged couple.
"Don't cry anymore."
Song Chen continued writing the medical record, instructing various precautions that drew Luo Yan's attention back.
"There's some mild inflammation in your eyes. Recently, pay attention to eye hygiene, use electronic devices less, don't stay up late, prevent visual fatigue, and use eye wash and eye drops for a few days."
"If the discomfort doesn't improve, I suggest going to a professional eye hospital. If you have time, you can get an allergen test done."
"Next time your eyes feel uncomfortable, don't come to neurosurgery. Go see ophthalmology."
Song Chen looked up and smiled gently.
He looked very handsome when he smiled. His already refined and handsome face became even more vivid, the curve of his lips sexy and elegant.
Luo Yan was dazzled by his smile for a moment, and only after a beat did she explain:
"I heard that doctors you don't know will exaggerate a patient's condition, run a lot of tedious tests."
"Prescribe the most expensive medicine, perform unnecessary surgeries, and earn money without conscience.
I believe you're not that kind of person, so I came straight to you."
Song Chen was momentarily at a loss for words, and could only say, "Thank you for trusting me."
"The Song family's hospitals shouldn't have the kind of situation you mentioned. You can come with peace of mind."
The Song family had established three biochemical pharmaceutical factories in joint ventures with foreign partners.
They owned officially backed medical laboratories and research institutes.
And they operated several large-scale comprehensive high-end private hospitals, as well as private diagnostic and treatment institutions that provided family doctor services exclusively for the wealthy and celebrities.
The prices were extremely high, and their service and reputation were impeccable.
Taking a business card from the card holder on the desk, Song Chen wrote a mobile number below the office phone number and handed it to Luo Yan.
"If there's an emergency, you can also call my mobile."
He was a graduate of the medical university's integrated bachelor's, master's, and doctoral program. His daily schedule was irregular, and he would not often be stationed at any one hospital.
"Thank you, Dr. Song."
Luo Yan smiled politely at him and took the business card, putting it in her bag.
"How about we add each other on WeChat?"
"That works too."
Song Chen took his phone from the drawer and scanned the code with her to add each other as friends. He reminded Luo Yan in advance,
"I don't check my phone all the time, so I may be a bit slow to reply. I hope you don't mind."
Soon, the nurse brought over the medicine Song Chen had prescribed.
In the time it took to sign two forms for the nurse, when Song Chen looked up again, he found Luo Yan tilting her head back, holding a tiny eye drop bottle, pouring it aggressively into her eyes.
He had never seen anyone use eye drops with such boldness.
Before the eye drops even fell, she had already squeezed her eyes shut in fear, and the liquid splashed onto her eyelids.
She opened her eyes again and squeezed out more liquid. Her eyes, suddenly stimulated, blinked involuntarily, and the drops slid from her eye sockets down to her cheeks.
In just over ten seconds, she had used up more than half the bottle, and most of her face was wet.
A stream of liquid slid down her cheek to her neck, then flowed into the collar of her dress.
Luo Yan let out a flustered "Aiya," "Help! Dr. Song!"
With teary eyes and a face covered in moisture, she looked at him. "I don't know how to use eye drops. I've never used them before."
Song Chen was amused by her appearance.
He stood up, picked up the tissues from the desk, and walked around the desk toward her.
The man was tall and slender, and his long legs carried him to Luo Yan's side in just a few strides.
She sat in the chair, looking up at him with a face full of trust and reliance.
Song Chen's heart stirred slightly, and he discovered that Luo Yan also had a very cute side.
It was vastly different from the stereotyped impression she had left on him in their previous meetings—outwardly elegant and magnanimous, but in reality willful and spoiled.
Song Chen first gently wiped her wet face with a tissue.
Then he handed her two more, letting her wipe the parts she felt were wet herself, such as around her neck and collarbone.
He saw this girl, whose words and actions had surprised him, tuck the tissue into her collar and reach downward to wipe a few times.
From his standing height, he could easily see the two snowy white towering curves and a deep cleavage.
One should not look at what is improper. Song Chen hurriedly shifted his gaze upward, fixing it on her face.
While wiping her face, he noticed that she was not wearing makeup.
Jet-black eyes, long curled lashes, cherry-red lips, creamy white skin—even without makeup, she was still stunningly beautiful.
To have such a fiancée, Yan Jun was lucky, yet he played around with women outside.
After wiping her collar, Luo Yan handed the eye drops to Song Chen.
"Please, Dr. Song."
Taking the eye drop bottle from her hand, his fingertips inevitably touched hers.
The fleeting coolness that brushed past was very refreshing.
"Tilt your head up. After the drops go in, don't blink. Keep your eyes on my face and slowly look around once. Don't close your eyes until I tell you to. Got it?"
"Mm." Luo Yan nodded obediently.
Song Chen bent down, leaning closer to her. She stared at him without blinking, her fair, delicate face visibly flushing red.
A girl who blushes—she looked especially captivating at this moment.
"Dr. Song."
Noticing her face growing hot, Luo Yan explained in a small voice,
"You're too handsome—even more handsome than A-jun. When you suddenly lean in this close, I get a little nervous."
Letting out a quiet breath of relief, Song Chen's voice remained as gentle as ever:
"I'm a doctor. Don't be nervous. I'm about to begin."
As he spoke, he gently pulled down her lower eyelid with his index finger and let the eye drops fall into the conjunctival sac.
"Try not to let the tip of the bottle touch your eye or lashes."
Following his earlier instructions, Luo Yan's gaze slowly traced across his face, moving her eyes to let the drops fully soak into her eyes.
"Now close your eyes and keep them shut for a moment—about a minute or two."
Song Chen straightened up, putting some distance between himself and Luo Yan.
She obediently closed her eyes. Her long, curled lashes trembled slightly, like two butterflies fluttering their wings. Her cheeks were even redder than before, delicate and lovely beyond words.