The next morning, Qiao Zhiyi arrived at the hospital with a radiant face.
Doctor Yu happened to enter the main gate with her and, seeing her complexion, smiled and said, "It seems your husband pampered you well last night."
"Indeed, he did." Qiao Zhiyi felt very cheerful, to the point where even the gloomy weather seemed poetic and picturesque.
"Ah, having a husband is different." Doctor Yu pretended to be sour.
Qiao Zhiyi laughed, "Shall I introduce one to you?"
"Do you really have a good catch?"
"Yes. His brother— a really good man." Qiao Zhiyi asked her, "Interested? Seriously."
Doctor Yu's eyes lit up, "Yes."
"Then I'll ask him when I'm free."
"Yes, yes, yes." Doctor Yu excitedly inquired, "Is he handsome? What's his family background like?"
Qiao Zhiyi smiled and said, "He's handsomer than my husband. As for his background, he himself is outstanding, which I think is the best trait."
"Then you must introduce me," Doctor Yu urged eagerly.