Ivy returned home and mentioned the clinic's Employee Care Day, "Mom, Shawn, you can come over tomorrow at noon. There will be fewer people at that time, which will be more convenient." Emma considered it and replied, "That makes sense. Even though your clinic has only a few employees, if all their family members come, it will still be quite crowded, and there will be reporters taking photos. We need to avoid any mishaps. I'll bring Shawn over around the same time." Ivy looked at Shawn and said, "Shawn, please bring Mr. Luke with you. He's helped us a lot, and there's no better way to show our appreciation than inviting him for this small check-up." Shawn's dark eyes lit up, "He will be very grateful to you. I'll call him shortly, and if it's okay with him, I'll have him take mom and me there." "Great!" After discussing their plans, the three of them went about their business. Shawn pretended to water the plants on the balcony as Ivy worked in the living room. Shawn turned back to see Ivy absorbed in her work. Taking the opportunity, he dialed Luke's number. "Let's go for a check-up tomorrow." The voice on the other end of the line belonged to Luke, who had just had his check-up today. "I haven't received my check-up report yet..." DT Investment's financial report for this year was expected to be good, as evident from the extravagant expenses by Shawn. Shawn calmly replied, "It's the check-up at County Clinic tomorrow." Luke immediately straightened up, "Yes, I'll go for the check-up. I'll arrange for Time Imprint's security in advance. I'll also instruct the reporters who will be attending tomorrow's event to be mindful of their coverage." "Good." Shawn was very satisfied with his assistant's arrangements. They had been working together for ten years, and his assistant almost always knew exactly what he wanted and could prepare in advance. He appreciated his high emotional intelligence. Shawn returned to the living room and found Ivy frowning at her laptop. He asked, "What's wrong?" Ivy looked up and met Shawn's gaze, and she remained in deep thought for a while, murmuring, "I'm looking at your medical report, and I can't help but feel that something is off."Shawn's expression darkened suddenly. Ivy seemed lost in painful memories, her face a mixture of torment and coldness. He looked down at his report as she continued her analysis. Suddenly, she looked up, and after a moment of contemplation, she asked, "Before your car accident fifteen years ago, did you experience any kind of abuse?" At this, Shawn's eyes darkened further, and a strong sense of killing intent emanated from him. Ivy was taken aback, "I..." She was about to explain, but Shawn turned and entered the bedroom. "You shouldn't have asked that!" He said, leaving that remark and closing the door. Ivy was puzzled. We are a married couple, and I'm your doctor. Why can't I ask? However, upon further thought, she chose not to voice her response, watching in disbelief as the door was firmly shut. Her heart ached as she stared at the closed door. Judging by his reaction... did I say something wrong? Her gaze returned to Shawn's medical report, and she involuntarily gripped the papers. She would need to hear the details from Shawn himself to confirm her suspicions. Ivy knew she had to fully understand what had happened to Shawn's legs in the past to create an appropriate surgical plan for him. However, his reaction had left her feeling a bit confused. She didn't know when Shawn would be ready to talk, but she knew they needed to have a detailed conversation. After some thought, she closed her laptop and went to the bedroom. Shawn was already asleep. She lay down beside him, holding the blanket, with moonlight streaming through the sheer curtains, illuminating his soft hair and showcasing his beautiful sleeping face. She lay there on her side, propped up by her hand, observing Shawn. In a soft murmur, she said, "How could someone be so heartless as to harm such a handsome guy like you? Rest assured, I will definitely cure you. You're my husband now, and I will protect you." Ivy had no grand ambitions. She simply wanted to focus on managing her little world, her patients, her mother, and her current husband. Ivy murmured softly, feeling drowsy. She yawned and then fell into a deep sleep. What she didn't see was that, just after her breathing had become steady, Shawn suddenly opened his eyes. He was also lying on her side, propped up by his hand, watching Ivy under the moonlight throughout the entire night. In the early morning of the following day, Ivy headed to the County Clinic. She left the car for her family and rode her scooter to the clinic. The clinic director was busy directing staff members to manage the check-up process and fill in the medical forms. When he saw Ivy, he called her over for assistance. Quickly, the reporters arrived. Dr. Ticko arrived and appeared a bit disheveled. He approached the clinic director, saying, "Director, the reporters would like to interview you and me. Could we go to the next office for a few minutes?" The clinic director agreed, and Ticko instructed Jenny, "Jenny, you coordinate the process. Don't let it be delayed." "Understood!" Jenny replied. Once the clinic director and Ticko had left, Jenny began to give out instructions, "What are you still standing around for? It's just one day, don't waste time! Dr. Jones, you're moving so slowly, are you trying to slack off?" Ivy stopped her work and glared at Jenny with a grim expression. Jenny was most terrified of Ivy's icy demeanor, feeling like Ivy was mentally calculating a hundred different ways to kill her. With that thought in mind, Jenny mumbled, lowering her voice, "That's what Dr. Ticko said. Don't waste time; I was just..." Ivy ignored her and continued to focus on her work. "Make way for us, get out of the way!" Harry's voice echoed through the clinic, and Ivy saw him approaching with Zedd and Amara, all in a rush. Following them were Uncle John and others. "Hey, Ivy, quickly, prioritize our check-ups," Harry said as he arrived. As soon as Harry spoke, the people waiting in line behind him started shouting, "Are you kidding? First come, first served! You came so late; you should stand in line!" Harry spat out his chewing gum and shouted, "You know Ivy, right? She's a doctor here, my daughter! As the father of a doctor, why should I stand in line? You're all cleaners or nursing staff's family members, aren't you? Go wherever you feel comfortable." His words immediately provoked anger among the people, and someone in the crowd shouted loudly, "What's so great about being a doctor! What kind of run-down clinic is this? Do you really think it's yours?" Ivy raised her head and glanced at Harry and his entourage. Without changing her expression, she instructed Jessie, "Call the security to remove them." "Hey, bitch!" Harry grumbled, expressing his displeasure. "I'm your father; hurry and make arrangements, or I'll report you to the community for being unfilial!" Ivy sneered, "Do you need me to call the police?" Amara, who was behind her, kicked Zedd and whispered, "Zedd, tell your sister to let us have our check-ups early." Zedd with his chubby face quivering, bossily commanded, "Sister, I'm your little brother. I want to go for my check-up first. If not, you're a bad person who doesn't respect the elderly!" "What kind of family is this? They're behaving so unreasonably!" The crowd's anger flared up again. They said, "A doctor from a background like Ivy's can be a doctor? She's like a time bomb, who knows when she'll do something harmful to the clinic." ***