Chief Doctor, Please Stop

"But, Doctor Jing, I’m still feeling very sick. I don’t..."
"Shaira Yin."
Yasin Jing interrupts her coldly, "Every bed in our Department of Brain Surgery is very expensive, and every single bed is used
for saving lives."
"But, I..." Shaira tries to explain helplessly.
"I heard that you like me?" Yasin changed the topic suddenly.
Nino becomes nervous in an instant; she wonders what this man is going to say.
Shaira Yin looks at him with the same surprise.
"Stop wasting your time. You’re not my type! And..." He indifferently glimpses at her plastered leg, and with the corner of his lips
coldly pursed, he mocked, "I cannot imagine how low your IQ is to jump from a building for a man."
While he is saying, he intentionally threw a glance at the sick-looking Nino, "I heard this low intelligence thing is transmittable.
And you are not worth such a heavy price!"
"......"
Nino takes a deep breath, feeling a dull pain as if somewhere in her heart is stung by something.
This speech sounds familiar. What this man said 4 years ago is still lingering in her ears. He said, ‘Nino Yin, I heard that low
intelligence is transmittable, but it’s okay, I allow it to transmit to your heart’s content. Should we transmit it via saliva, or rather
directly... sexually?’
"Besides, I already have a girlfriend."
Suddenly, these words by Yasin drag Nino back to reality from memory.
She pauses for half a second. The color of her eyes darkens.
And tears have already filled Shaira Yin’s eyes.
Indeed, how many girls could tolerate this kind of heartless and vicious words just now.

"You girls better start packing to prepare for the ward change this afternoon."
Yasin Jing finishes talking, turns, and leaves the ward.
"No matter what, I won’t give up!!" Shaira, lying in bed, shouts stubbornly at his back.
*****
In the ward, there are only Nino and Shaira left.
"Sis, did you tell him about my building-jumping suicide?" Shaira Yin asks Nino coldly.
"Yes."
Nino admits, nodding, stands up, and starts packing, "I did it for your own good."
"What do you mean you did it for my own good?" Shaira Yin is upset and raises her voice at her, "Nino Yin, how do I look now?
Who do you think you are? Who are you to take charge of my love! Why did you tell him? Why did you make him come to say
these horrible things? What are you thinking?!!" Shaira Yin wages a war against her own sister with tears streaming down her
face.
Nino’s hands, packing cloths for her, freeze.
Each question from Shaira cuts into her heart like a sharp knife.
"Nino Yin, do you like him as well? Do you want to chase him as well? If that’s the case, you should say it directly. You don’t have
to stab me in the back like this!"
Nino turns around and looks at her sister, with her eyes looking at her face like an intrusive chill seeping out, "In your heart, am I,
your sister, such an insufferable person to you?"
She truly and simply doesn’t want to see her own sister falling in love with a man she shouldn’t fall in love with! This kind of
forbidden deep love, making one suffer daily intimidation and shock from the others, is intolerable for any sane person!
Nino throws away the cloths in her hand, "I’m going to visit Yann."
She leaves the ward as she finishes talking.

Nino leans on the wall of the corridor, taking deep breaths continuously and trying hard to adjust her emotions, but that dull ache
in her chest once again makes her tear up.
She hasn’t thought that her bigmouth would jeopardize her relationship with her sister, even embarrassing her in front of Yasin
Jing.
She is even afraid to tell her sister the previous relationship between her and Yasin.
And...
He has a girlfriend!
This is supposed to be a good thing, meaning they can both have their new lives. She is supposed to be happy, but in fact, no
matter how hard she tries, she cannot make the slightest smile her on face.
After that day, Shaira Yin is moved to the Orthopedics Department and is discharged from the hospital 5 days later. Nino has
never seen Yasin Jing since. Although she goes in and out of the Farren Hospital, the two departments are different after all, a
few floors apart. It is difficult to come across him.
At the general director’s office of Dion Décor International,
"So, Nino, I’ll leave this case to you."
Supervisor Jonsson Li hands the new customer’s file over to Nino, "I’ve had Von follow up on this custom before. His house is a
small villa duplex, with a total area of about 1000 square meters. The family has a very good financial condition. Money is
absolutely not a problem for him. The key is to satisfy his design requirement. Nino, you’re the most meticulous person of our
design team and the most patient one usually. I suppose this won’t be an easy case, as with all the rich clients, so you might
need to pay more attention."
"Okay, I certainly will." Nino nods.
"I’ve booked a table for the client tonight at Upper Liqua Hotel International. After you finish work later, you go and meet the client
to discuss what specifics he requires of the design. We’ll try to fulfill as much as we can. In the case file, there contains the
contact of the client. You can call him directly later."
"Yes, okay. Is that all, director? I’ll go back outside."

"Yes, that’s all."