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After getting caught in the rain and exposed to the cold wind, I unsurprisingly developed a low fever the next day. I received Bruce’s call in a daze. He hadn’t come home all night and said he couldn’t take the day off today, having to work at the hospital. “Baby, I ordered takeout for you. Remember to take your medicine.” I couldn’t describe the feeling.Situations like today do occur occasionally. Suddenly, I recalled the app on his phone and the sensitive, suspicious patient. My thoughts played again and again in my mind. I decided to talk to Bruce. After making up my mind, I scrolled through my Ins Moments. It was just a casual scroll, but I made a significant discovery. In a skiing video posted by Bruce's brother, there was a man and a woman standing in an inconspicuous spot. The man was teaching her step by step, and after skiing a short distance, the woman fell into his arms like a little bird. His figure was very similar to Bruce's. His face was blurry, but the shoes on his feet were the same model and color as the skiing boots I bought for Bruce last year. I called Bruce's duty office by some strange force. “Is Bruce there?” The nurse who answered said, “Dr. Bruce is off today. If you want to make an appointment, you’ll have to schedule for tomorrow.” Bruce was lying. He told me he was working, but he was out having fun with a young woman. I took a deep breath, opened the chat window of Bruce's best friend, and casually asked which ski resort he was at. “Rose, what's the matter? ?” “Bruce loves skiing. I want to accompany him when he's off work, so I'm doing some research in advance.” “Bruce is so lucky to have such a great girlfriend like you.” His best friend, no longer cautious about my question, directly gave the exact address. It turned out that the people around him were covering for him. How much of this cover is there in places I don't know? I changed into a new outfit, put on a wig, and drove to the ski resort. Without much effort, I spotted Bruce. At first glance, I knew it was him. He carefully removed the girl’s helmet and gently helped her tidy her bangs. That face gradually overlapped with another face in my mind. Months ago, I had met her briefly. She was Bruce’s patient, a severe depression patient.