Snow said she was free in the afternoon and would co to the hospital to see Ethan.
It just so happened that Alia had gone ho, taken a shower, tidied up her things, had lunch with the kids, and then returned to the hospital after a nap.
But after waiting and waiting, her friend never showed up.
Thinking maybe Snow couldn’t find the new ward, Alia had no choice but to call.
"Hey, Snow, have you arrived? If sothing’s delayed you, don’t worry about coming over; we’re leaving tomorrow anyway..."
Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden scream from the other side, shocking Alia into standing up abruptly: "Snow! What happened? Are you okay?"
Snow gasped, exhaling deeply, "No... nothing. I just got to the inpatient departnt entrance, but it’s raining, and the floor is slippery. I slipped and twisted my ankle..."
"What?" Alia was worried, "Where are you now? Seeing a doctor? Did you injure your bone?"
"I..."
At this mont, Snow was sitting in the examination room, with a person in a white coat crouching in front of her.
From her angle, the male doctor’s hair was neatly trimd and dark, the exposed part of his neck showed skin that was fair and clean, unlike the usual darker bronze on most n.
This was a man whose very back exuded a noble and handso aura.
When he slightly turned his angle and raised his arm to adjust the glasses on his nose, even a rough glimpse drew Snow’s attention to his fingers...
Distinct knuckles, clean and slender, nails neatly trimd, skin as usual, fair.
A man’s hand, so beautifully ford, put won’s to sha.
Such hands were indeed suited to hold a scalpel.
Snow was so srized that she didn’t respond even as Alia called her repeatedly on the other side.
The white coat finished repositioning her ankle joint, and with gentle but firm fingers, checked her ankle and heel to confirm there were no issues, then stood up.
"It should be fine now. Try walking, but you can’t wear those high heels anymore," the man spoke, his voice pleasant.
Snow’s aunt was a doctor, and she’d often hear her talk about how doctors were always busy, inevitably irritable, and spoke gruffly.
In her impression, doctors were always in a whirlwind of quick and vigorous action.
Yet, this young and handso doctor in front of her completely overturned her perceptions!
Not only was he good-tempered and had a nice voice, but his attitude was also very gentle!
Snow looked up, almost stupidly, at the tall and handso man, hesitantly nodding, "Ah, oh... okay!"
That face, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, red lips, white teeth, a high straight nose, a perfectly flowing jawline like running clouds, and those rimless glasses...
Damn it!
Snow’s heart raced.
This man absolutely hit her aesthetic sweet spot!!!
Squeaking...
She had completely forgotten she was still on the phone with her friend.
On the other side, Alia was getting more worried as Snow stayed silent, hung up the phone, and quickly ca out to find her.
Snow was too stupefied, making another male doctor nearby unable to bear it, reached out and tapped her, "Miss, your foot is healed. Hurry up and leave; we’re busy here!"
Snow snapped out of it, quickly retracting her gaze, looking at her foot and moving it incredulously, "Is it healed? So fast? I was in so much pain just now!"
The male doctor who set her bone smiled faintly and turned to the sink in the examination room, squeezed so disinfectant, and began the standard seven-step hand washing, "I’ve already repositioned it. Just be careful these days, don’t do vigorous activity, don’t wear heels. It’s alright."
Hearing the doctor’s voice, Snow was entranced again and shalessly asked, "What if it hurts again?"
"It won’t."
Snow’s eyes turned as she had no care how he’d react, hopped over single-footed on her high heel, "Doctor, let’s exchange contact info, just in case—ah!"
She barely got to his side, but unexpectedly, as he washed his hands, so water splashed on the floor, and she was hopping on one foot, her balance was unstable—so with a loud "ah", she flew backward, just like the slide-tackling position in football gas!
The doctor’s face darkened, instinctively reached to help, but was too late...
Snow fell heavily on the ground, almost breaking her tailbone, while the doctor held her arm, legs slightly apart, perfectly accommodating her "slide-tackle" position.
Snow was in so much pain she tilted her head back, facial expression completely overblown, from that height and angle facing directly toward the man’s abdon.
Oh my—
The assistant standing by was also shocked into stupefaction, taking a second to react, rushed forward, "You say your foot is just healed, why are you hopping around?"
The handso doctor whom Snow tackled also finally ca to, and the two of them together pulled Snow up.
Thinking about how she slid into the man’s crotch, Snow was going crazy.
Although he was her ideal guy, she didn’t mind suffering this "crotch humiliation", but she cared about her image in front of her ideal!
Why so dumb and embarrassing!
What would he think of her? Extre disdain? Contempt? Disgust?
"Ah... slow down, slow down, my butt hurts... my coccyx—" It was truly painful, not feigned, especially noticeable when they lifted her, she heard the "click" from her joint connections.
But even so, she didn’t forget to seize the opportunity to take a photo of the na badge in front of the man.
"Lay her down, I’ll do a check-up." The handso doctor instructed the assistant, and the two helped the "second injury patient" Snow to a nearby examination bed.
The handso doctor furrowed his refined brows, stretched out his slender beautiful fingers, directly touching her lower back, slowly pressing down.
Because he was checking for injuries to her tailbone and thigh bone, this wasn’t a light touch, but had strength, pressing firmly.
Snow, usually carefree, with no burden, but actually quite conservative, was being pressed so plainly and bluntly by a man for the first ti—her reaction at that mont was like an electric current rushed through her, chill from the crown of her head to the toes, her whole body trembling.
"Too much fat, can’t tell, send for an X-ray."
Too much fat?
Snow ca to realization from her shy embarrassnt, turned back, face losing subtlety, "What do you an? Are you saying I’m fat?"
The handso doctor glanced at her posterior, a word was almost out, but thinking of his professional identity, he held back, frowning with an explanation, "It’s for your safety."
After saying that, he turned to write out the form, instructed the assistant to call the nurse to take the patient to the CT room.
Then, the handso doctor’s phone rang.
He answered it briefly, turned back to Snow, "I’ve got a surgery, need to hurry, you can see a doctor in orthopedic or general surgery later."
Before he finished speaking, the man’s graceful figure had left the room.
"Hey, wait... which departnt are you?" Snow struggled to get up, calling out hurriedly, but he was already gone.
She gritted her teeth against the pain in her lower back, picked up her phone, zood in on the photo.
"Orthopedics... Deputy Chief Physician, Zhuo... Yi... Lin. Wow, so young and already a deputy chief?"
She hadn’t fully processed this when her phone screen lit up, Alia called again.
"Hey, Alia..."
"Snow! Where did you go? I can’t find you anywhere!" Alia was utterly worried.
Snow climbed down slowly, sucking air through her gritted teeth, miserably replied, "I’m on the first floor... in one of the examination rooms, a nurse ca just now, taking for an X-ray... but co over, I need to pay."
Upon hearing she needed an X-ray, Alia reckoned the injury serious, feeling guilty, "I’ll be right there! Oh, really, I shouldn’t have asked you to co to the hospital, especially during the holidays..."
"No problem, no problem. It’s not your fault, I don’t regret it one bit, hehe... let’s talk when you get here."
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