I Am Diagnosed as a Medical Titan

Caption: [Only got a picture of his back. Chen Hao said he just saved someone. Dr. Jiang looks so handsome in his white coat, but I hope he doesn’t always push himself so hard.]

Jiang He flipped through it page by page, his movements slow.

This postcard album chronicled every little detail of his life.

From the way he ate, slept, and read, to the way he walked across campus.

Next to every photo were cute little illustrations she had drawn, along with diary-like notes filled with her worries and musings.

Although she was in the Capital City, it seemed her heart and her gaze had never left his side for a single second.

Jiang He was completely captivated, a smile he couldn’t suppress spreading across his face, utterly immersed in the blissful joy of being so cherished.

"Heheh, bro."

Sitting opposite him, Chen Hao finally couldn’t resist jumping in to make his presence known. "I knew about this gift all along, you know? You get it now, right? Or did you think I had nothing better to do than risk you beating me to a pulp just to take pictures for Xu Juan? I did it all to help prepare this final surprise! I’m a key part of this whole operation, hehehehe."

Chen Hao had expected this attempt to claim credit to earn him a word of praise from Jiang He.

However, Jiang He didn’t even lift his head.

His gaze was glued to the postcard album, the world around him tuned out. He didn’t spare Chen Hao even a sliver of his attention.

"..." Getting the cold shoulder, Chen Hao rubbed his nose in embarrassment. ’Whipped,’ he muttered under his breath, before obediently lowering his head to eat his cake.

When Jiang He finally flipped to the last page of the album, carefully closed it, and placed it by his side, Shen Yu reached into her bag again.

"And now, for the second gift."

Shen Yu took out a small, square, deep-blue velvet box.

She carefully opened the box and pushed it in front of Jiang He.

Inside the box was a necklace.

It was a Jingtai Lan cloisonné enamel pendant, strung on a thin silver chain.

The pendant was in the shape of a surging wave.

The blue enamel glaze transitioned from a deep ocean blue at the bottom to a pale white at the crest, while golden copper wires outlined the swirling lines of the wave, reflecting a gentle luster under the light.

"I made this necklace myself." Shen Yu pointed to a tiny flaw on the crest of the wave. "I took some time off and went back to my hometown to borrow my grandma’s kiln. It’s been a while since I’ve done any cloisonné and enameling, so I’m a little rusty. The transition right here is a bit unnatural... you... you don’t hate it, do you?"

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him, explaining, "The design is a wave, because your name is Jiang He. The water in the rivers eventually gathers and forms waves."

Jiang He lowered his head, his gaze falling upon the gift.

’Jingtai Lan...’

’A wave...’

’To think that after being reborn, I’d get to see this again.’

In his past life, Jiang He had proposed to Shen Yu in their rented apartment. At the time, he told her he had no money and could only offer his heart.

Not only did Teacher Shen agree, but she even proposed back to him later on.

In Teacher Shen’s words: "Why is it always the guy who proposes to the girl? As my husband, you deserve to know what it feels like to be proposed to!"

After that, Shen Yu went back to her hometown. She’d lied to Jiang He at the time, telling him there was a family issue, when in reality, she’d gone back to make the necklace at her grandmother’s place.

In his past life, the proposal gift Shen Yu gave him was an identical Jingtai Lan necklace...

This had become one of the deepest regrets of his past life.

He owed her so, so much. He had never given her any proper gifts; instead, it was always her, loving him with all her might.

And now, this necklace had appeared before him again, completely intact.

The same deep blue, the same curve of the wave’s crest.

This was fate, and this was her never-changing love.

Jiang He was so moved he couldn’t bear it.

Completely overwhelmed, he covered his face with his hands.

’Damn it, I really don’t want to cry. What is wrong with me...?’

Shen Yu froze for a moment. Seeing Jiang He breaking down again, her first reaction was an even deeper ache in her heart.

’I thought giving him a handmade gift would make him happy... How did I make him cry again?’

"Jiang He..."

She called his name in a panic, but when she got no response, she grew flustered.

Seeing his trembling shoulders, it wasn’t long before tears began to well up in Shen Yu’s own eyes.

She didn’t know what to do and hesitated for a few seconds.

Finally, she gave in to her instincts, shot up from her chair, leaned forward, and wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang He.

Jiang He felt a warm, soft body press against him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he wrapped his arms back around her waist.

Shen Yu gently patted his head, silently comforting him as if he were a child.

And Jiang He buried his face deep in her embrace.

This scene left their three single friends completely dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of shock, all three of them broke into ear-to-ear grins at the same time.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Wang Bo stroked his chin, his eyes shining. "Amazing. I’ve decided. My next web novel has to have a scene like this, where the main characters just burst into tears the first time they meet or something..."

Sitting next to him, Li Zijian advised, "Oh, give me a break. You should absolutely not write that. Your readers will tear you to shreds in the comments for writing something so fake, you get me?"

"Really?"

"Really! Haven’t you heard the saying? Reality doesn’t need to make sense, but fiction does."

"That does make sense..."

Chen Hao, however, didn’t join their debate.

He rested his chin on one hand, watching the two of them holding each other tightly, a hint of longing in his eyes.