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In college, Jason Harris and Samuel Clark were worlds apart, two people who would never cross paths.

One was carefree and wild, the center of attention; the other was obedient and quiet, easily overlooked.

While she was in the library, finishing test paper after test paper, she would inadvertently catch glimpses of his flirtations with others, and had witnessed him change girlfriends again and again.

At a party, Samuel Clark got drunk and, amid the crowd’s coaxing, mustered the courage to confess.

Jason Harris was stunned for a moment, then casually curled his lips and said, “Sorry, you’re just too good.”

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When they met again, he was still the golden boy. After several seemingly coincidental encounters, Samuel Clark hid her former feelings well and kept her distance from him.

But he pressed closer and closer, leaving Samuel Clark nowhere to hide. Finally, with her back against the wall, Samuel Clark asked in a hoarse voice, “Why me?”

Jason Harris leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, wicked to the core: “No reason. I was just blind before.”

“Knowing there’s too much distance, I still put my affection into letters every day.” —"Keanu Reeves’ Reply"

Roguish, handsome pilot X Good girl

Note: All flight techniques, air rescue, and aviation medical knowledge are sourced from the internet and related research.

Warning: The female lead has had a crush on the male lead for a long time, and the male lead has a complicated romantic history.

If you can’t accept this, just close it. No need to get upset. Thank you, everyone.

Chapter 1 Confession

At six in the morning, sparrows fluttered their wings atop the utility pole, breaking the quiet at the entrance of the alley. Because it had rained the night before, osmanthus blossoms were scattered everywhere, like a toppled jar of honey, spilling across the damp ground.

Moisture seeped in through the cracks of the window. Samuel Clark lay on her desk, her shoulders instinctively shrinking. She struggled to lift her head, rubbing her face to wake herself up a bit more.

Yesterday, Samuel Clark had just finished two surgeries, plus an overnight shift that lasted until now. Beneath her long, dark lashes, the fatigue in her eyes was impossible to hide.

In the bathroom, Samuel Clark swished minty mouthwash, turned on the faucet, and splashed her face with a handful of water.

At 7:50, more people began arriving in the department, greeting each other good morning. Samuel Clark quickly finished a croissant right on time, her black coffee set aside—only for someone to swap it for a bottle of milk.

Looking up, Samuel Clark saw it was the new intern. The young man scratched his head awkwardly: “Dr. Xu, drinking coffee all the time isn’t good for your health.”

“Thank you.” Samuel Clark smiled, checked the time, and said, “Let’s go, it’s time for rounds.”

Most of the inpatients liked having this Dr. Xu do their rounds—gentle, patient, and willing to listen to their occasional complaints.

A few interns followed behind Samuel Clark as she went from room to room. The corner of her white coat fluttered, and if you followed the line of sight, you’d see a blue badge pinned to her left chest—Pu Ren Hospital, Department of Surgery, Dr. Samuel Clark.

When she got to a young girl’s room, the patient had just had her appendix removed two days ago. Samuel Clark gave her a few extra reminders about diet and rest.

The little girl, still young, had bounced back quickly after surgery. She widened her big eyes and said that if she had to eat such bland food any longer, she’d die.

“Dr. Xu, can I have bubble tea?” the girl asked cautiously.

Samuel Clark paused her pen on the blue folder, looked up into a pair of hopeful eyes, and relented: “Just a little.”

“But why? I actually want to drink Yi He Tang.” The girl looked troubled.

“……”

The interns behind her couldn’t help but laugh. Samuel Clark, expressionless, spoke with a hint of cruelty: “Now you can’t have even a little.”

The girl realized too late and regretted it: “I was wrong, doctor!”

After rounds, Samuel Clark walked back to the office with her hands in her pockets and ran into her mentor in the hallway, who was also the head of surgery.

“Xiao Xu, just finished rounds?” he asked.

“Mm,” Samuel Clark nodded, noticing the director seemed to have something to say, so she asked, “Sir, is there something you need?”

“You’ve really been busy lately, the hardest worker in the department—reminds me of myself back in the day,” Dr. Bolton smiled kindly. “But you need to balance work and rest. Your mom even called me, asking me to worry about your big life events.”

Samuel Clark froze, not expecting that her repeated refusals to go on blind dates had led her mother to enlist the director to pressure her. She steadied herself: “Sir, do you know what my mom’s dream is now that she’s middle-aged?”

“What is it?”

“To be a matchmaker, starting with me as practice.” Samuel Clark pointed innocently at herself.

“You kid…” Director Bolton laughed, helpless, then changed the subject, “There’s a nice young man in my residential compound, good conditions…”

Samuel Clark glanced him up and down, then changed the topic: “Sir, why do I smell smoke on you? It’s pretty strong.”