Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

The group of doctors and nurses crowded around Zhou Zhongqing, awaiting the unveiling of the gift, but when they saw it was this, they paused.

“Truly thoughtful; much more practical than flowers.”

“The color of these socks is nice too.”

“The style’s not bad either.”

…

The onlooking doctors didn’t know what to say, offering random praises before leaving, struggling to hold back laughter.

Zhou Zhongqing’s mouth twitched:

Honestly… it was the first time anyone had given him something like this.

Who sends varicose vein socks after a patient’s successful surgery?

Though he grumbled, after taking them home, he still put them on to try. He had always felt such socks to be somewhat useless, but now it seemed there was some benefit to them.

One by one, Tang Wan sent him more items, including a jacket, even a neck massager, a thermal mug, sweaters, goji berries, and the like; she was treating him as if he were her father, showing her filial piety.

He was a lone man, his life admittedly a bit rough; Jiang Jinsang was wonderful, treating him well, but men can’t match girls for their attentive, caring nature.

Each time Tang Wan sent him something, his colleagues would tease him a little, saying he had performed a surgery and seemed to have gained a goddaughter.

Zhou Zhongqing grumbled in response, but came to work the very next day wearing the new sweater and jacket he had received.