Noon, Neurosurgery Office.
By now, most of the doctors in the department had already left, and Silas Shaw sat at his desk, propping his head with one hand, unusually quiet, as if deep in thought.
His brows were tightly knit, looking distressed?
Alvin Lee walked over, curiously asking, "Brother Shaw, why do I feel like you've been down all morning? Something troubling you?"
"Did you get entangled with some new admirer again?"
Silas Shaw gave him a sideways glance, his expression indifferent, and his tone listless, "I'm thinking about proposing to Zanna."
"My mom hasn't fully recovered yet; I'm not sure if she can accept Zanna, and as for Zanna, I'm just afraid she might say no."
Alvin Lee let out a sigh, sitting down opposite Silas Shaw, "I think you should hurry up. You two missed out on plenty of years, and now that you're finally back together, you've got to seize the opportunity."
