Scott Livinus stood up, only to realize his leg had fallen asleep from being pressed under Sophia. The sudden shift caused a rush of tingling numbness down his leg, making him stumble. Sophia reached out to steady him, but neither of them could keep their balance, and they both tumbled straight onto the bed.
Sophia landed on top of Livinus, their skin brushing together.
Their eyes met, and they could feel each other’s breath.
As a doctor, Sophia was good at listening to breathing.
Livinus’s breathing started out steady but soon grew warmer, uneven, and a bit quicker!
Suddenly, she was pushed aside.
Livinus put some distance between them, frowning. “My back just got better—trying to break it again?”
Sophia took a few steps back. Despite the small mishap, Livinus’s attitude kept things from becoming too awkward.
She picked up her medical kit and smiled.
“I’ll head back now. Tomorrow morning, I’ll bring a plaster for your lower back. It should speed up your recovery.”
He nodded and watched as she headed toward the balcony. Leaning against the doorframe, he remarked:
“You’re not only a skilled doctor but also quite good at climbing balconies!”
Whether it was a compliment or sarcasm, Sophia didn’t care to know.
“Thanks for the praise!” she replied before hoisting herself over the balcony edge.
With a playful smirk, she looked back, “Good night!”
“Good night!”
—
After returning, it was nearly 11 p.m. Sophia read a few pages of a book before going to bed early.
She still had to intern at the hospital tomorrow, which was busier than expected. She originally thought she could open her own clinic soon, but it seemed she’d have to wait until the weekend.
The next morning, Sophia woke up to see Andrea filling a thermos with chicken soup for the driver.
“Send this chicken soup to Olivia,” she instructed.
Upon seeing Sophia, Andrea sneered, “She’s carrying our Scott family’s child—practically royalty!”
Sophia simply smiled, sitting down at the table.
Andrea looked at her with disdain, adding snidely:
“If you ask me, some people seem determined to cling to our family and refuse to leave. Shameless, acting like this is their home! You’re getting divorced, yet still not gone?”
“I’ll leave, no doubt!” Sophia replied, grabbing a piece of bread with a sigh. “The problem is that certain people are shamelessly clinging to my family’s prescription and making money off it. Now, they want a divorce without paying a dime. I don’t understand how people like that can be so shameless!”
Sophia was determined to get her money. She wasn’t some naïve girl who would agree to leave with nothing while letting Scott Henry keep her family’s hard-earned wealth to support his mistress and child, while she walked away penniless and miserable.
Not a chance!
Taking a bite of her bread, Sophia smiled sweetly and said, “Just give me the money, and I’ll leave. It’s simple, no need to make it complicated!”
“Dream on!” Andrea snarled, gritting her teeth.
With a cheerful smile, Sophia replied, “We’ll see who’s dreaming!”
Scott Livinus came downstairs, dressed for the day, and noticed a plastic bag hanging on the door.
He opened it to find a black medicinal plaster inside, with the unmistakable scent of traditional medicine wafting from it.
He glanced downstairs just as Sophia was leaving the house.
For once, she hadn’t forgotten.
—
That day, Sophia was kept busy, running errands for the professor and assisting where needed. During lunch, she took a moment to contact Aaron, considering the possibility of a lawsuit.
However, Aaron explained that the Scott family’s legal team was hard to deal with. If they went to court, Scott Henry had no personal assets, meaning there were no marital assets to divide. Even if the court awarded alimony, it wouldn’t be much. With no children, the divorce itself could go through quickly, but it wouldn’t benefit Sophia financially.
Sophia realized she would need a different approach.
Much would depend on the outcome of the research based on the stolen ointment formula.
That afternoon, Sophia went to check on the infant patient, who had shown further improvement after taking the medicine.
His urine was clearer, his skin color had lightened a bit, and, to everyone’s surprise, the baby, who had refused to nurse for so long, was finally taking b****t milk!
Although he wasn’t consuming much, it was the most he’d eaten in nearly two months.
The doctors and nurses were amazed.
As Sophia was visiting, Dr. Cooper huffed, “What? Are you treating this as your own patient and coming by for follow-ups? Remember, Sophia; this is Pediatrics, not Professor Michael’s department.”
Sophia smiled gently, replying, “Dr. Cooper, the infant is very young, and I was just concerned. I wanted to check on him.”
Hearing this, Dr. Cooper said nothing more and walked away.
The family members were overjoyed, nearly kneeling in gratitude. While they were thrilled, they were also nervous, fearing the sudden improvement might be temporary, like the phenomenon of “last radiance.”
Sophia chuckled when they timidly asked if the baby’s improvement was just a final flare before death.
“Oh, come on! What are you thinking? ‘Last radiance’? How do you even come up with such thoughts?”
Instead of feeling insulted, the family laughed with relief, and Mr. Colton asked excitedly, “So, this isn’t ‘last radiance’? Our baby is actually getting better?”
“Not entirely yet.”
The family’s faces fell.
“He’s not completely well yet and will need to keep taking the medicine. He’ll probably need to stay in the hospital for at least another half month.”
Their joy returned, and they nodded eagerly, “Oh, as long as he’s getting better, we don’t mind at all!”
To show their gratitude, they escorted Sophia to the elevator and insisted on giving her a small gift. Sophia looked down, realizing they’d handed her a shopping card from a nearby supermarket.
She laughed.
Mr. Colton explained, “Dr. Sophia, please don’t refuse this. It’s a small token of our gratitude. We heard that interns don’t get paid well, so please use it to buy yourself some necessities.”
Smiling, Sophia gently pushed it back. “Thank you, but there’s no need. Keep it and use it to buy something for your baby instead.”
“But…” Mr. Colton tried to insist, only for Sophia to firmly stop him.
“Alright, let’s not stand here arguing at the elevator. It’s not a good look!” With that, she walked off without looking back.
Mr. Colton was left feeling a little helpless—he’d never met anyone who refused a gift card.
—
“Olivia, the head of gynecology at this hospital, is a friend of mine. Anything you need here will be kept confidential.”
“But there are so many people at this hospital,” Olivia replied nervously.
“Don’t worry! I made an appointment with her, and she has prepared a private room for me. You’ll be the only one inside.”
Only then did Olivia relax. She took the elevator up to the eighth floor, and just as she was about to step out, she saw Sophia in a white lab coat passing by the elevator doors.
Sophia? What is she doing here?
