Chapter 25: White Moonlight, Pei Nanli

After dinner, Wang Chuan walked toward the flower bed beside the annex of Mingzhou First Hospital's Inpatient Department. He was determined to read novels every day, ttks. tw was incredibly powerful.

It was the place where, in his past life, he had given Pei Nanli his Sony Ericsson Phone.

Today, Wang Chuan went empty-handed; Pei Nanli had just suddenly left the canteen, and on the way, she realized it was Lu Na's conspicuously visible mobile phone that had upset her.

Half-up high ponytail, tall and slender figure, legs straight and long, white T-shirt stretched taut over full curves, tight jeans hugging two rounded cheeks.

Her waist-to-hip ratio was unmistakable.

Wang Chuan approached—bright eyes, white teeth, rosy lips, a haughty expression.

"Pei Nanli." Wang Chuan whispered softly, his heart rippling.

In his past life, he had been Pei Nanli's Lick Dog, or rather, he had loved her unrequitedly.

After all, the term "Lick Dog" appeared even later than "backup lover"—it only emerged in 2016.

But Pei Nanli was his White Moonlight.

Being a Lick Dog for a White Moonlight wasn't shameful or humiliating; that's what he believed in his past life.

Before his Rebirth, the humiliating morning of his freshman semester flashed into his mind:

He had missed curfew due to a part-time job and only returned to school early the next morning.

That morning, there was a thousand-meter physical test; he took it on an empty stomach, collapsed halfway, his forehead bleeding.

Dizzy, he heard only jeers, mockery, and sneers ringing in his ears.

Pei Nanli, walking toward him, stopped.

She swiftly tore open a Glucose strip and poured the powder into his mouth.

The mild sweetness eased his frown; the next second, a cold bottle of mineral water suddenly pressed against his burning cheek.

"You ran on an empty stomach with low blood sugar? You deserve to die!" she scoffed, water droplets sliding down his neck.

Wang Chuan looked up—not only seeing her beautiful eyes and red lips, but also catching a glimpse of a rose pattern etched into her collarbone.

Pei Nanli quickly stood, and as she turned, her long ponytail, flung through the sunlight, carved an arc like a hammer, striking his heart with a thudding beat.

White athletic socks, white sportswear—flashing past like a streak of white light.

"Wang Chuan, won't it be better if we date after we graduate? Right now, being good friends is fine too. Don't do things that make me angry, okay?"

Pei Nanli, seeing Wang Chuan's slouching demeanor, suppressed her temper and spoke in a calm tone.

During freshman year, after finishing the physical test, Pei Nanli was heading back to the Dormitory when she saw Wang Chuan fallen on the ground.

She paused for a moment, thinking he was her childhood friend who had returned from studying in the United States.

Handsome, tall, and well-built, Wang Chuan resembled him by about eighty percent.

In the second semester of freshman year, Wang Chuan confessed to her; she refused.

She didn't want to date in Medical School, so she established her icy beauty persona.

A few days ago, her childhood friend said he would finish his master's degree in the United States in another year and would return home to find her.

Wang Chuan smiled. "Pei Nanli, I don't really like you. Let's part ways amicably."

Pfft—these words stabbed Pei Nanli's heart like a surgical scalpel, piercing her with intense pain.

Wang Chuan's words made it sound as if they had already been dating, and now he was breaking up with her—what a joke.

You're just a spiritual crutch to me—a handsome sidekick, and your validity period is down to one year.

Pei Nanli bit her thin lips. "Wang Chuan, you're deliberately teasing me now, aren't you?"

"Pei Nanli, you're a good person. We're just not compatible."

Wang Chuan bid farewell to his White Moonlight, then laughed.

In his past life, when they graduated, Pei Nanli had said to him: "Wang Chuan, you're a good person. We're just not compatible." Today, he returned those exact words to her.

That day, as Pei Nanli turned and walked away, five years of university life shattered like ice floes on a warm winter river.

After transferring to Xinzhou People's Hospital, he still hoped Pei Nanli would reach out—until he heard she had married.

At that moment, he believed he had become someone whose life would never again hold a White Moonlight—his soul was incomplete.

For a time, he hated everything about medicine—medical textbooks, stethoscopes, scalpels—yet her image still floated in his vision.

In fact, the achievements Wang Chuan gained after abandoning medicine before his Rebirth owed a debt to Pei Nanli on his record of accomplishments.

Pei Nanli, seeing Wang Chuan's smile, exploded: "Wang Chuan, you bastard! Starting today, I won't speak to you again—if I do, I'm a dog!"

"Wait, Pei Nanli."

As Pei Nanli turned to storm off in anger, Wang Chuan suddenly called out to her, frowning.

Seeing Wang Chuan's expression, Pei Nanli felt a flicker of satisfaction inside—Wang Chuan, you're just being stubborn.

Standing still, she said coolly: "Wang Chuan, I'm very angry. Figure it out yourself."

Pei Nanli thought her words were brilliantly delivered—she didn't leave him utterly hopeless, but left him a sliver of hope.

Wang Chuan thought for a moment, then spoke: "Watch out for Yang Fang."

Hearing this, Pei Nanli was momentarily confused: 'Shouldn't he be apologizing to me? What does "watch out for Yang Fang" even mean?'

Seeing Pei Nanli's blank reaction, Wang Chuan assumed he hadn't been clear: "I mean, Professor Yang Fang from Mingzhou First Hospital. Be careful with him. That's all I'll say. Bye."

Watching Wang Chuan vanish in a flash, Pei Nanli stamped her foot in fury: "Wang Chuan, don't expect me to forgive you!"

'You're copying that "play hard to get" trick? I'm not fooled.'

On the eleventh floor, the Training Lecture Hall's large screen turned off.

Yang Fang said: "We didn't have much time this afternoon, so we only covered Medication Change Technique, Exposure and Separation, Knot Tying, Drainage, Puncture, and Suturing."

"Of course, I don't expect you to master them after one look. After all, in a Hospital, you're not suturing White Rats, white rabbits, grapes, or bananas."

Many Interns laughed happily—they were relieved he didn't expect them to learn it.

Yang Fang changed tone again: "But you'll still be tested on these procedures. If you fail or don't complete them, don't be discouraged—let it motivate you to improve."

"Failure is the mother of success."

"Practice makes perfect!"

Wang Chuan was about to speak up to interrupt him when Pei Nanli, standing in front, suddenly rose. "Teacher Yang, can this video be copied for us after class?"

Yang Fang smiled and said, "Sure. Do you have a computer in your dormitory? If not, you can come to my dormitory."

At these words, not only did Pei Nanli freeze for a moment, but the interns were no fools; Pei Nanli was a great beauty, and anyone who saw her would have wild thoughts.

They never expected that Teacher Yang Fang was not immune to common customs either, so everyone stood stunned.

In his heart, Wang Chuan cursed profusely, 'Yang Fang, you are truly barefaced!'

"What I meant is, you can come to my dormitory to borrow my computer," Yang Fang said, realizing his slip of the tongue and hastily correcting himself.

Pei Nanli recovered and replied, "Teacher Yang, there's no need. I go home after work, and I have a computer there."

"Alright, come copy it after class."

Li Wei, sitting beside Wang Chuan, glanced at him, then stood straight up. "Teacher, I want a copy too."

"This student, does your family also live in Mingzhou?"

"No, I'll go to your dormitory to watch it. Is that okay, Teacher Yang?"

Below the stage, the interns burst into knowing laughter.

Yang Fang's face turned iron-green. "Everyone, quiet. Let's do this: I declare the exam begins. There are skin suturing instruments on my operating table. I will call names one by one. Wang Chuan, you come up."

"Me!" Wang Chuan thought, 'Surely Yang Fang doesn't think I instructed Li Wei to say that?'

"Yes, you, Wang Chuan. Before using the Interrupted Vertical Mattress Eversion Suture Method, first answer: for which situations is this suturing method applicable?"

Many interns below the stage, including Li Wei, were dumbfounded. "Interrupted Vertical Mattress Eversion Suture Method? What is that!"