Chapter 88: Sister~

Xiong Yibai faced her questioning without getting angry. Instead, she patiently explained,

“It’s not about choosing the patient over you. At that specific moment, I was trapped in an irresolvable ‘moral dilemma.'”

“For doctors, especially those in the Emergency Department and surgery, when a patient is lying on the operating table with unstable vital signs, their right to life takes absolute priority at that moment.”

This wasn’t a question of choosing between a lover and a patient. It was a professional bottom line and an ethical red line.

“Leaving could mean the loss of a life, a psychological burden and professional responsibility that no doctor with integrity could bear.”

“That was Queyue’s situation at the time. She wasn’t uncaring or unheartbroken for you—she simply couldn’t leave. Not physically, and not in terms of her sense of duty.”

Feng Miwan’s agitated emotions gradually calmed. She nodded thoughtfully.

“I think… I kind of get it now.”

“But even if the situation was special back then, why couldn’t Senior Sister Queyue just explain it properly to Shutong and coax her a bit?”

“Shutong isn’t unreasonable, after all.”

Xiong Yibai guided her to think from another perspective again.

“Try imagining this: Queyue was mentally and physically exhausted to her limits. She pushes open the door at home, expecting a cup of hot water or a word of concern, but instead, she’s met with a barrage of grievances and accusations.”

“In that state, how much energy or emotion did she have left to organize her words, patiently explain, or even coax?”

Feng Miwan followed this line of thought and immediately understood.

In a state of utter physical and mental fatigue, a person’s defense mechanisms kicked in. Instinctively, they would choose silence or confrontation rather than the extra energy required for communication and soothing.

“Got it, got it. So that’s how it was. Then… what does all this old baggage have to do with their awkward state now? Why can’t they just get back together straightforwardly?”

Xiong Yibai analyzed,

“I think it’s more like the fear of returning home after a long journey. Before, they had completely cut off contact and lived separate lives.”

“Now, because of our relationship, they’ve run into each other, and those unresolved knots and lingering feelings from the past have naturally resurfaced.”

“If both still have feelings for each other, the chance for reconciliation has always been there—it’s just a matter of who takes the first step, or if there’s a suitable opportunity.”

“But they clearly just had a fight, and Senior Sister Queyue even left early,” Feng Miwan pointed out the practical difficulty.

Xiong Yibai looked at her. “You really want them to get back together?”

Feng Miwan answered honestly,

“I don’t know Senior Sister Queyue well, but I know Shutong. The way she was acting earlier—she definitely still has feelings for Queyue! I just don’t know about Queyue’s side…”

Xiong Yibai recalled Ren Queyue’s previous lovestruck, brain-melted state and said somewhat speechlessly,

“…I guarantee you, Queyue’s feelings are only stronger, if anything.”

“Really?”

Feng Miwan’s eyes lit up. She grabbed Xiong Yibai’s arm and shook it gently.

“Then… Yibai, you’re so smart—do you have any way to help push them together, give them a little assist?”

Xiong Yibai put on a stern face deliberately upon hearing this.

“I do have a way, sure. But why should I help them? If they get together, they’ll just bicker and disrupt the atmosphere. Plus,”

She paused, glancing at Zhao Shutong, who was sitting in a distant seat wearing headphones and looking out the window.

“Shutong sabotaged my plans plenty of times before.”

Feng Miwan blinked. “Hmm? What plans?”

Xiong Yibai leaned close to her ear and whispered, “The plan to win you over.”

Feng Miwan’s eyes widened. “No way, Yibai! You… you actually made a plan like that? You really are… quite scheming!”

“Mm-hmm.” Xiong Yibai accepted the label with poise.

Seeing this, Feng Miwan immediately switched tactics. She hugged her arm and began to wheedle.

“Yibai~ my dear Yibai~ Be the bigger person and let bygones be bygones. For my sake, help them out? Pretty please~”

Xiong Yibai deliberately turned her head away, holding back a smile. “No.”

“Yibai~” Feng Miwan drew out the end of the word, shaking her arm.

Xiong Yibai still shook her head.

Feng Miwan steeled herself and leaned to Xiong Yibai’s ear, calling softly,

“Sister~”

Xiong Yibai’s ears turned visibly red at the sound.

She coughed lightly twice, trying to mask her crumbling defenses.

However, Xiong Yibai was still Xiong Yibai. Even when moved, she aimed to maximize her gains.

She turned her head and looked at Feng Miwan.

“Alright, helping you matchmake them isn’t impossible. But you have to promise me one thing.”

Feng Miwan: “What is it? Tell me, tell me!”

Xiong Yibai leaned in again and whispered lowly,

“When we sleep at night, don’t stay so far from me.”

Boom—

Feng Miwan’s face instantly turned beet red. She was usually proactive with hugs and kisses for Xiong Yibai, but when it came to sharing a bed at night, she got inexplicably nervous. She always worried that getting too close might lead to something beyond her mental preparation, so she stuck to the edge of the bed.

Fine, for the happiness of her good friend…

“…Okay, I promise!”

Xiong Yibai nodded in satisfaction. Then, she lowered her voice and began outlining her matchmaking plan to Feng Miwan.

Feng Miwan’s eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened, nodding nonstop. Finally, she gave a thumbs up.

“Yibai, as expected of you! That’s a killer move! Let’s do it!”

The plane landed.

After bidding farewell to Feng Yuxiao and the rest of the convoy, Feng Miwan went with Xiong Yibai to find Zhao Shutong, who was heading to the parking lot.

Feng Miwan asked, “Shutong, how are you getting back?”

Zhao Shutong jingled the car keys in her hand. “Driving. What about you two?”

“Same here.”

No sooner had Feng Miwan spoken than Xiong Yibai walked over while on the phone. She said into the receiver,

“Okay, okay, got it. So where are you going? A blind date? …Alright, handle it yourself. Bye.”

With that, she hung up.

In reality, there was no one on the other end of the line.

Zhao Shutong and Feng Miwan both heard the words “blind date.”

Feng Miwan cooperatively put on a surprised expression and asked,

“Yibai, who were you talking to just now? A blind date?”

Xiong Yibai replied without batting an eye, “Queyue.”

Feng Miwan: “Oh…”

Her gaze quietly flicked toward Zhao Shutong.

Sure enough, Zhao Shutong seemed indifferent but couldn’t hold back. Pretending to ask casually,

“A blind date? What kind of blind date is she going on?”

Xiong Yibai continued feeding her information. “Yeah, she said it was arranged by her family. She couldn’t push it off, so she’s just going to deal with it.”

Zhao Shutong forced a calm tone. “Oh… where’s the blind date?”

Feng Miwan and Xiong Yibai subtly exchanged a glance—

The fish had taken the bait.