“Which room is your grandmother in?”


    “802.”


    William nodded. “I remember now. I was the one who performed her surgery.’


    Liz blinked in surprise. “I didn’t expect that. You’re actually my grandmother’s doctor?”


    A faint smile tugged at William’s lips. “I didn’t expect it either. How’s she doing now?”


    “She’s in good spirits. She even had the energy to scold me just now. I think she’ll be ready to leave the hospital in a few days.”


    Thinking of her grandmother’s feisty temper earlier, Liz couldn’t help butugh.


    William stood next to her, watching the faint smile tug at her lips. His usually cool expression softened,


    and his gaze lingered on her before he could stop himself.


    It was several seconds before he finally spoke. “Are you heading home now?<b>” </b>


    “Yes.”


    “I’ll walk you downstairs.”


    Liz shook her head quickly. “No need. My car’s parked right outside the inpatient wing. It’s not far. Mr.


    Sanders, you should get back to work. I won’t keep you.”


    William didn’t push. “Alright then. Be careful on your way home.”


    “I will. Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”


    The elevator arrived. After saying goodbye, Liz stepped inside.


    Only when the doors closed in front of him did William finally turn and leave.


    The next morning, Liz got up early and made breakfast. Remembering that her grandmother’s hospital room had a small kitchen, she also went to the market to buy fresh ingredients before driving to the hospital.


    She arrived just as the doctors were making their rounds.


    Seeing her carrying so many bags, William stepped forward and took them from her hands.


    “Let me help you. Why did you buy so much?”


    “My grandmother’s room has a kitchen. I’ll be cooking her meals here from now on.”


    As they spoke, William was already walking with her into the kitchen, setting the bags of groceries on


    the counter.


    The interns and nurses who had followed him in for rounds froze, staring in shock. Were they hallucinating from being up too early?


    William Sanders, carrying groceries for a woman?


    Was this really the same William they knew–serious, distant, andpletely uninterested in women<b>? </b>


    cing the food on the counter, William spoke calmly. “Your grandmother should avoid greasy and spicy food for now. Keep her diet light, and make sure she eats more calcium–rich foods.”


    “Alright. Thank you, Mr. Sanders.”


    “No need. I’ll continue with rounds.


    ”


    As he stepped out of the kitchen, he was met with a row of curious stares. His brows drew together. “Did you finish recording everything?”


    Everyone hurriedly nodded.


    “Then let’s move on to the next room.”


    With that, he walked straight out.


    The group exchanged nces. Yes, this was the William they knew.


    “Let’s move. Do you really want to stand here under Dr. Sanders’s expressionless stare?”


    No one dared linger after that, and they quickly filed out of the room.


    When Liz came out of the kitchen with a bowl of chicken soup, only Mrs. Smith Sr. and Mrs. Wood


    remained.


    Liz set the bowl down by the bed and smiled. “Grandma, I tested it. It’s not too hot. You can drink it right


    away,<i>” </i>


    Mrs. Smith Sr. epted it with a grin. “Liz, you know Dr. Sanders?”


    Liz sat down beside the bed and nodded. “Yes, we’ve met a few times before.”


    “I think this Dr. Sanders seems like a good man. He was the one who did my surgery, and his skills are excellent. He’s patient and he really pays attention to details. One of these days I’ll ask him if he has a girlfriend.”


    Liz nced at her, helpless. “Grandma, don’t try to y matchmaker. I’m not interested in dating right


    now.”