Please Don’t Give Up On Treatment

“???” At this moment, Qi Sihao could not help but send a barrage of astonished emojis.

“Is this incredibly model-like individual Yan Huang?”

Yu Tian replied, a hint of pride in her tone, “Of course!”

Yan Ming is a legend at Rong City Medical University. Just as Yan Wenhua expressed, he entered the institution at the tender age of sixteen and, in eight years, accomplished a continuous journey through bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate programs, consistently achieving the highest marks. He mastered both theoretical knowledge and practical skills. Upon joining the hospital, he forged ahead with unwavering determination, ultimately becoming the youngest attending physician. The intricate ocular surgeries he performed have practically served as exemplary teaching materials.

The medical school’s undergraduate program spans five years, and Yu Tian and Qi Sihao are five cohorts behind Yan Ming. By the time they entered the university, Yan Ming had already advanced to postgraduate studies and spent the majority of his time rotating through the hospital, rarely seen on campus.

From their instructors, the two frequently heard tales of Yan Ming and glimpsed his illustrious, almost otherworldly achievements on the university’s bulletin board. However, neither had encountered him in person or seen a photograph.

Despite his admiration, Qi Sihao couldn’t suppress a twinge of envy: “Isn’t it said that Yan Huang doesn’t enjoy having his picture taken and hasn’t left behind a single image? I assumed it was due to being unattractive; after all, only someone sufficiently unappealing could concentrate entirely on their studies to reach his level—unlike me, who possesses a fair degree of charm…”

Yu Tian scoffed at Qi Sihao’s self-praise, “Don’t flatter yourself! My idol isn’t someone who avoids cameras because of looks; he is the most virtuous and gifted person in the world! He’s at least a hundred times more attractive than you!”

In truth, Yan Ming has not left the medical university without a trace of his likeness.

He’s left behind a legend and a nickname—Yan Huang.

As finals approach, the superstition surrounding Yan Huang, believed to ensure success in exams, begins to flourish.

Consequently, the photograph of Yan Ming displayed on the school’s bulletin board has long been pilfered by some individual desperate to cheat their way through exams, leaving only an empty space behind.

Initially, Yu Tian felt no animosity, but now her frustration boiled over toward the thief.

If only she had known what Yan Ming looked like sooner, would such a blunder have occurred?

After succinctly recounting the circumstances surrounding her encounter with Yan Ming, Yu Tian donned a fierce expression and proclaimed in their chat—

“From now on, I am no longer your opposite-sex friend, and refrain from calling me ‘Little Fish’ casually! Once my mother remarries his father, Yan Ming will be my brother. He is Yan Huang, and that makes me a princess!”

She then sent Qi Sihao a few comments about how he could never reach her level, suggesting he should spend more time flattering her, before finally putting her phone away.

Having completed his transaction, Yan Ming approached her once more.

He still bore an air of aloofness, casting a quick glance her way.

“Let’s go.”

Thanks to her idol-filtered view, Yu Tian was unfazed by Yan Ming’s cool demeanor; her heart raced with a mixture of joy and apprehension as she followed him.

**Chapter Three**

Yu Tian followed Yan Ming into the elevator.

There was no one else inside, just the two of them.

After a moment of contemplation, she felt this was the perfect opportunity to clarify her earlier mistake. Clearing her throat, she ventured, “Yan Ming, I sincerely apologize for the mix-up earlier; I mistakenly thought you were the person supposed to meet me for a blind date, which prompted my reaction. I hoped he might back out. I didn’t mean to…”

Unfortunately, Yan Ming offered her no chance to elaborate. He appeared indifferent, merely glancing at her as if correcting an incorrect answer in a mathematics problem.

“I am not your brother; do not address me that way.”

He shot her a look, “I’ve mentioned that we may not become family.”

Yu Tian, engulfed in the thrill of being near her idol, instinctively nodded obediently, “Alright, Yan Ming.”

“…”

Yan Ming seemed unwilling to engage further.

But Yu Tian remained unaffected.

Yan Ming had countless admirers; she was merely one small, ordinary fan among many.

Fans choose to adore their idols; idols harbor no obligation to reciprocate that admiration.

Yu Tian adjusted her perspective. After the initial embarrassment faded, she soon recognized her good fortune.

She had the opportunity to spend an entire afternoon with Yan Ming, and her curiosity regarding his past and journey was insatiable. She wanted to learn about the thoughts and experiences that had guided him along his path. Having watched recordings of his surgeries, she had many questions to ask, and although she could no longer pursue a medical career, her entrepreneurial endeavors in social media could still open doors for collaboration with him.

No one understands a mother better than her daughter. Based on Mrs. Song Chunxiang’s reaction today, it was evident she was quite pleased with Yan Wenhua.

As expected, before Yu Tian even exited the elevator, a message from Mrs. Song Chunxiang arrived on WeChat—

“Little Fish, remember to find out what Yan Ming likes; his father mentioned that next month is his birthday. We’re invited to dinner, and we should purchase him a birthday gift.”

It seems that her mother has developed a good relationship with that Uncle Yan. This could very well lead to marriage.

Thus, whether motivated by self-interest or genuine concern for her mother, Yu Tian needed to unite with Yan Ming and inquire about his preferences.

However, recalling their first encounter…

Seizing a moment while Yan Ming was distracted, Yu Tian discreetly checked her phone.

Sure enough, Qi Sihao had replied.

“If you want him to change his impression of you, understand his interests, and then cater to them. For instance, I enjoy collecting shoes; as my good friend, you could express your gratitude for my suggestion by purchasing some limited edition shoes for me. This would undoubtedly strengthen our friendship… Do you understand what I mean?”

Yu Tian grasped the initial half of Qi Sihao’s message, but the latter half eluded her.

Nonetheless, it did spur some inspiration.

The cinema arranged by Yan Wenhua isn’t far from the restaurant; after exiting, she could reach it by traversing a pedestrian street.

Stepping out of the elevator, the indoor air conditioning vanished, and the stifling heat unveiled its fierce nature.

It was scorching and oppressive, with traces of humidity hanging in the air.

Yet, as Yu Tian closely followed Yan Ming, she felt this day marked the pinnacle of her life.

Being proactive, Yu Tian decided to seize every opportunity.

She approached him with enthusiasm: “Yan Ming, may I inquire about your hobbies?”

“What do you typically do in your leisure time?”

“Do you have any particular food you enjoy?”

Unfortunately, her directness did not seem to resonate with Yan Ming.

He didn’t spare her a glance but, instead, in a cool and tactful manner, imparted a hint, “I do not favor answering such direct questions from acquaintances.”

Yu Tian paused briefly.

Yan Ming glanced at her but remained silent.

Time for another question then.

“What is the triad of symptoms known as Charcot’s triad?”

Yan Ming appeared disinclined to engage, evidently harboring a poor first impression of her.

Yu Tian understood: “Yan Ming, you specialize in ophthalmology, right? I wonder if you’ve perhaps forgotten about Charcot’s triad…”

As she predicted, Yan Ming turned towards her, slightly furrowing his brow. “In acute cholangitis, the patient presents with abdominal pain, chills, high fever, and jaundice, which constitute Charcot’s triad.”

He shot her a glance, “This is the most fundamental knowledge from the basics of clinical medicine; any competent medical student should not forget it.”

“What type of necrosis occurs in tuberculosis?”

“Caseous necrosis.”

“And what are your interests and hobbies?”

“Playing piano and sleeping.”

Yan Ming instinctively fell silent, but, alas, it was already too late.

He pressed his lips together, casting a wary glance, clearly unwilling to be deceived by Yu Tian again.

Yet Yu Tian maintained her cheerful demeanor, “When someone is asked serious questions about their profession, they usually respond reflexively. If you ask something else during that moment, they’re likely to continue answering due to inertia.”

Yan Ming’s tone indicated dissent: “I was not paying attention earlier; that’s how you tricked me.”

“Shall we make a wager? You are now alert, yet I might still deceive you.”

Yan Ming replied coolly, “That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible? Losing to me is completely natural; I might even be smarter than you.”

Though Yan Ming refrained from overt approval, he seemingly felt a spark of competitiveness ignited by her challenge.

“Let’s start with a riddle to warm up!” Yu Tian proposed with enthusiasm. “The rules are quite simple: I’ll mention an action, and you’ll respond with a similar one but involving a different specific action. For example, if I say ‘I’m eating,’ you could say ‘I’m having vegetables.’ The type of action remains the same, but the specifics differ. Do you understand?”

Yan Ming’s expression conveyed an unmistakable “this seems a bit juvenile,” and he clearly wished to reject such a seemingly trivial game.

However, Yu Tian promptly initiated: “I’m drinking water!”

Yan Ming was set on declining the activity through silence, but Yu Tian fixed her gaze on him, nudging his arm, “Your turn!”

Ultimately, with a hint of resignation, Yan Ming responded, “I’m drinking wine.”

Yu Tian’s wide eyes turned to him, as if genuinely immersed in the game. “I’m purchasing apples.”

Yan Ming reluctantly replied, “I’m buying bananas.”

After several rounds, Yan Ming found himself questioning why he was forgoing sleep after a night shift to engage in this seemingly childish game.

He wanted to suggest that the outcome of such a “riddle” might be impossible to determine.

At that moment, Yu Tian interjected cheerfully, “I’m selling gold!”

Almost instinctively, Yan Ming shot back, “I’m selling silver.”

“…”

As soon as the words escaped him, Yan Ming realized he had fallen into a trap.

He hastily sealed his lips, staring at the beaming Yu Tian, whose laughter was on the verge of drawing tears. She gazed at him with teasing encouragement, “In a society governed by law, one mustn’t engage in such practices.”

“…”

During his time at medical school, Yan Ming had encountered numerous younger female students, yet he had never come across anyone as refreshingly whimsical as Yu Tian.

He had been asked about his interests before, but those inquiries typically ended with polite refusals to divulge any information, and Yan Ming’s character meant he had never shared much even when pressed.

He had never met someone as delightfully charming as Yu Tian.

Yet she seemed unfazed, spreading her hands wide in a carefree gesture and smiling brightly, “See, people can easily be led astray in a question-and-answer dynamic!”