Mingshen was in a good mood. He was bruised and then bandaged, but only the devil knew the mysterious reason behind the silly grin on his face.

Spicy must be missing me so much now~

He stopped in his steps and placed his hand on his chest. The strange chest pain, at least for now, had disappeared into a void. As he was being bandaged, he had said to the attending nurse, "Get me a chest X-ray too."

The nurse blinked. Then gasped. Then came the fountain of tears. Being the extra dramatic kind, she stumbled back in horror, "Dr. Yang, why do you need a chest X-ray? Are you dying!?"

"..."

He smiled. "I think that’s what you wish to see, considering the ridiculous jump in conclusion?"

"What else could it be? You have never tested before!"

"I am doctor. I have tested myself way too many times. It’s just an X-ray."

"Of your chest? Is there something wrong with your heart? Are you dying!"

He closed his eyes. "There are many other organs in the chest too, Nurse Su. Why are you so keen on me dying?"

Then came a senior nurse who asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable in your chest, Dr. Yang?"

Mingshen felt his own heartbeats. "Not right now."

"Then when do you feel the discomfort?"

"Whenever I am with Spicy," he nodded. "It’s so strange. It’s only increasing these days."

"..."

"Oh my God...Dr. Yang is really dying!"

Senior nurse Nim grimaced. "Dr. Yang, you are all being taped up. You are good to go."

"I asked for an X-ray."

"Unnecessary."

"I am a doctor."

"And I am a nurse. Trust me. You don’t need one."

"So what do I do about my sporadic chest pains if I don’t know the cause?" He frowned, his lips pouting.

"Dr. Yang, what do you do when someone asks a stupid question?"

"Double down with the humiliation."

"Good. I ask such people to leave."

There was a moment of silence. Mingshen glanced left and right and then back at her. "There is nobody here."

"Please count yourself among the people I just mentioned about."

"My chest pain is stupid to you?"

"You not knowing the cause behind it is stupid to me. Please leave. We have hundred other things to do than deal with your love problems."

"This is not a love problem."

Nurse Nim smiled. "You would like to think that, now would you? That hesitation would disappear soon enough I hope."

Mingshen muttered to himself as he left, "Do all nurses talk this these days? Where is the respect?"

As he made his way towards the elevator, a young woman bumped into him at the turn.

"Dr. Yang," Beiye raised her brow.

"You. Here to meet your brother?"

She nodded. "I also wanted to talk to you about the surgery."

Though confident and self-sufficient, a distinct trace of anxiety formed the core of her expression. Toughness was only her exterior when her brother had been lying in a comatose state. For the past few weeks, Mingshen had been busy mapping out a surgery plan for her brother, Li Bao.

"Yeah, we will. Come to my lab tomorrow with your father. I will tell you the specifics."

"Okies," she shrugged and then asked, "Are you heading somewhere?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I have a feeling you are going to the Bureau."

"A very smart guess."

"Thank you, in which case, I would appreciate a lift."

"Trouble?" He arched his brow.

"Nope."

"So why do you want to go to the Bureau?"

"To meet Mo Huojin, who else?"

He blinked twice. "Why do you make it sound so obvious?"

She looked surprised. "I thought you would have already caught onto it by now."

"Caught onto what?"

Beiye’s eyes slightly narrowed. "Are you really clueless or are you just pulling my leg?"

"I don’t know what you are talking about."

Bu this point, they were already at the parking lot.

"Can I hop in?"

"Take the bus."

"Your car is more comfortable. Plus AC. I will just stick to the corner. You won’t even notice I would be there. Don’t be so stingy."

So Beiye became the uninvited guest and the car rode in silence.

"What should I have caught onto?" Mingshen turned to face her.

Beiye was stuck to the car’s edge, enjoying the air-conditioning and bring busy to make herself invisible.

"About me and Mo Huojin."

He stared. "What?"

Her brow twitched. "That I like him? Gosh, you won’t rest till you make me say it out loud."

"You like him?" For some reason, his ears perked up.

"What’s not there to like about him? Smart, handsome, respectful and a cop on top of that. He is a bagger. Honestly, I am surprised he and Inspector Song just remained friends till now."

He frowned. "What’s so hard to believe in that?"

"Well, they are such good friends, work in the same field and they kinda suit each other."

He snorted. "He is just ok-ok."

She shot him a murderous glare. "Who are you calling just ok-ok? Even though this was is your car, I can be quite vengeful, yo know?"

"You are already possessive about him?"

"Aren’t you too about Inspector Song?"

"Huh?"

"Calling Huojin ok-ok is just your coping mechanism," she smirked. "Truth is you are bothered just like me."

"I always knew they worked together. I even gave them my blessings. What would exactly bother me?"

"Their closeness~? Or perhaps that you are not close to her as he is with her," she chuckled.

He grimaced. "I think we are going off-topic here. Keep quiet now."

"You are the one who talked first..." she mumbled.

The car soon came to a slow stop and Mingshen asked hai driver, "Why are you stopping here? There’s still some way to go."

"I don’t know, Sir. The area ahead is sealed off."

"Sealed off?"

Mingshen got out and saw chaos unfold all around. A big perimeter of distance was being setup with nobody being allowed to pass through.

He walked upto the nearest officer and asked, "What’s happening here?"

"Sir, please leave this area. We are not allowing anyone to pass through."

"But why?"

Apprehension was clearly laced on his face and so did a controlled panic.

"A man strapped himself with a bomb is inside the Bureau right now. The Bureau and the surrounding perimeter is in a complete lockdown."