C12 The Little Nurse's Shield

"Ah..."

The young nurse stared blankly at Yang Ling for a moment before a sudden laugh escaped her lips.

"You're asking me that? I thought it was something serious!"

"My name is Zhang Yurou."

"Zhang Yurou..."

"Nice name," Yang Ling murmured in response.

Noticing the faint red glow around the nurse, Yang Ling chuckled, "Must be hungry after your shift, huh?"

"Come on, I'll buy you breakfast."

"Eh?"

Zhang Yurou was taken aback, instinctively touching her stomach and murmuring, "How did you know I was hungry...?"

But Yang Ling was already on his way.

Soon, they arrived at a breakfast joint, where Yang Ling ordered two servings of soup dumplings. Zhang Yurou, truly famished, thanked him and began to eat daintily.

"Ding! You've satisfied Zhang Yurou's wish for breakfast. Wish Value +1. Current progress: 1/10."

Yang Ling smiled to himself and started eating as well.

While they were enjoying their meal, a young man approached and sat down, his voice tinged with surprise, "Yurou?"

"Ah!"

Startled, Zhang Yurou turned to see the young man, her face clouding with anxiety.

"Dr. Wang, what brings you here?"

Dr. Wang moved in closer, his smile bright with excitement, "Why didn't you let me know you switched hospitals?"

"I had to ask around a lot before I found out you'd moved to No.1 Hospital. I made a special trip to see you today."

Zhang Yurou edged closer to Yang Ling, her voice faltering, "I... We're not a good match. Please stop bothering me..."

"Hmm?"

The young man's expression darkened at her words. He scoffed, "Not a good match?"

"Have you forgotten who saved your father's life?"

Tears welled up in Zhang Yurou's eyes as her voice shook, "You treated my father, and I'm grateful for that."

"But we paid for his treatment. Please, don't pursue me anymore."

Observing her tearful state and the onlookers' attention, the young man sighed softly and said in a gentle tone, "Don't cry. Feelings can develop over time."

As he spoke, he pulled out a thick tome and offered, "Aren't you interested in studying traditional Chinese medicine? This annotated edition of the Treatise on Cold Pathogenic and Miscellaneous Diseases is a treasured part of my collection, and I'd like to give it to you."

"Are you free tomorrow? How about we grab a meal together?" Dr. Wang inquired.

"Ah! Tomorrow, I..." Zhang Yurou was at a loss for words. Suddenly, she turned to Yang Ling beside her and blurted out eagerly, "Yang Ling, didn't we plan to watch a movie together tomorrow?"

While speaking, Zhang Yurou repeatedly gave Yang Ling meaningful winks.

Yang Ling was momentarily taken aback, realizing the young woman was using him as a buffer.

With a silent sigh, Yang Ling turned to the young doctor with a polite smile. "I apologize, Dr. Wang, but Nurse Zhang has indeed promised to join me for a movie."

"Ding! Zhang Yurou wishes for you to act as her shield. You have granted her wish. Wish Value +1."

"Current progress: 2/10."

Upon hearing this, Dr. Wang's expression darkened. He gave Yang Ling a frosty stare and demanded, "And you are?"

"I'm a patient of hers," Yang Ling responded calmly.

"A patient?" Dr. Wang scoffed. "I meant to ask about your occupation!"

In society, first impressions often hinged on one's profession, second on income, and third on connections.

"I work as police support staff," Yang Ling answered.

"Tsk," Dr. Wang sneered upon hearing the response, and from the onlookers in the breakfast shop, a few cast disparaging glances at Yang Ling.