He walked me to the door of the medical room—it was only a ten-meter journey, but it felt wonderful, and his manners were impeccable. At the door, he even helped me pull it open. I knew countless jealous and venomous gazes were fixed on me from behind, yet I almost joyfully basked in these malevolent emotions. At that moment, I truly understood a phrase I used to find overly sentimental: "In the entire world, I only care about you."
"Please go ahead, Doctor Yu," he cocked his head slightly, signaling me to enter, and half-jokingly said, "Tomorrow you'll become the talk of CES, considering you splashed Vice President Da Lin with soup, and Vice President Xiao Lin personally opened the door for you."
"I didn't mean to splash him," I explained awkwardly and entered. He didn't come in; we just spoke with him on one side of the door and me on the other.
"Yes, you didn't mean to." He laughed, looking quite pleased, "Just like you didn't mean to tackle my brother that day."
