In his eyes, even though she often appeared carefree and wore a brilliant springti smile, she was also very shy.
In the past, when she fell ill, he would prescribe her so dicine, and she would be alright.
Today, she has already received an IV infusion, but she still hasn’t shown any signs of improvent.
Besides the cool sensation of the stethoscope on her skin, there was also his touch, his fingers brushing her skin as he held the other end of the stethoscope.
Those familiar fingertips, calloused yet gentle, had traced her skin countless tis...
There was a fluttering sensation, quietly stirring within the depths of her heart.
There was a kind of love that inadvertently flowed into her bloodstream.
There was a man who, despite seeming fierce, made her feel warm inside.
Gu Qingchen stared at the faint blush on her face: "What are you thinking about?"
Bei Ran gazed at him, a carefree smile on her face: "I was just thinking about the past when you used to listen to my heart and give dicine..."
Gu Qingchen’s eyes, deep as the Aegean Sea, instantly gained depth—he could never forget.
In the past, she would occasionally catch a cold or fever, and as her intimate partner, he would naturally notice even the slightest hint of discomfort in her.
It’s just that, back then, he didn’t need a stethoscope, he would use his hands...
When his fingertips conducted the examination on her skin, she would feel shy, yet she enjoyed it...
Yet at that ti, they were husband and wife; anything they did was just a bit of marital fun.
But now, they were divorced, and his visit was solely for the purpose of treating her ill health.
Gu Qingchen’s gaze quickly turned cold, he put down the stethoscope and walked over to the dicine chest to prescribe her dicine.
Bei Ran saw him place the stethoscope on the sofa and began to toy with it.
She put it on her ears and listened to the sound of her own heartbeat...
When Gu Qingchen turned around, he saw her amusing herself with the stethoscope.
He organized the dicine and wrote down the dates and tis they should be taken—a thod to prevent patients from forgetting their dication.
"Is it fun?" he asked in a deep voice.
Bei Ran nodded, "Mhm, I’ve never played with one before..."
Gu Qingchen reached out to take it from her but unexpectedly, one end of the stethoscope didn’t co out from inside her nightgown.
When he reached to retrieve it, he inadvertently touched her soft skin...
His fingertips paused slightly—a man intimately familiar with human anatomy, he knew exactly what part of her he had touched...
Bei Ran hadn’t expected that either, and her face instantly flushed red.
His fingertips were as cool as a sumr night, while her skin, whether due to her sickness or his inadvertent touch, grew feverishly hot.
This stark contrast of cold and heat made her shiver uncontrollably.
Gu Qingchen had not expected that, even after divorce, he would still be responsive to her body.
Just like at this mont, after touching her skin, a longing began to rise from the bottom of his heart.
Both of them looked at each other, neither anticipating such an awkward mont.
Bei Ran couldn’t deny it—she didn’t find his touch repulsive; on the contrary, she found it sowhat pleasant.
Suddenly, a sneeze from her brought both of them back to reality.
Gu Qingchen took the stethoscope and placed it back into the dicine chest.
Bei Ran looked at the dicine, noticing his ticulous handwriting just as before, feeling a warmth spreading through her heart.
When people are sick, they are at their most vulnerable—a little bit of light from others can illuminate their entire being, and perhaps even their entire life.
"If I take the dicine you prescribed, will I be cured? I won’t need to get an IV tomorrow, right?" Bei Ran looked at him, her trust in his dical skills was natural.
Gu Qingchen returned to his detached deanor, nodding, "You don’t need to go for an IV. A shot now, and then taking the dicine tomorrow should do it."
As he spoke, he had already picked up a disposable syringe, filled it with dication, and approached her.
Seeing his promptness, Bei Ran quickly shrank back into the corner of the sofa, "No need, I... I’ll still go for the IV tomorrow..."
Gu Qingchen looked at her sternly: "How old are you to still be scared of injections? How did you get an IV today then?"
"I’m not scared of injections!" Bei Ran almost jumped up.
Gu Qingchen watched her with piercing eyes, which then took on an unfathomable depth.
However, he didn’t continue to be stern; instead, he spoke with commanding authority, "Not listening to the doctor’s orders?"
Bei Ran really didn’t want to listen!
She bit her lip, Gu Qingchen must have purposely co over to tornt her!
She didn’t want him to give her an injection because she...
Aside from a light blue nightgown, she was actually wearing nothing underneath.
She enjoyed sleeping this way, feeling it was a liberating way to sleep.
After four years as a married couple, as the one by her side, how could he not know her sleepwear habits?
Therefore, at this mont, he could see through her thoughts.
Gu Qingchen stared at her but showed no sign of backing down.
Bei Ran wasn’t soone who played coy; she was always straightforward. However, if it had been sothing shared between husband and wife, she would’ve naturally complied without fuss.
But, the key thing was that their relationship was no longer that of a married couple...
Hence, her perspective on things was different now.
Eventually, she made up her mind, sat on the sofa, lifted the hem of her light blue dress, and revealed a thigh for him to administer the injection.
Before Gu Qingchen’s needle could touch her skin, she suddenly asked, "Are you sure you can do this?"
After all, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a Great Doctor, one who wielded surgical knives for significant procedures. Administering injections was a task for nurses; was he capable of it?
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