Because my breasts were too small, my mom suspected I was malnourished and dragged me to see a doctor. The doctor was my ex-boyfriend, whom I had just broken up with. His expression was cold, his tone distant: "Lift your shirt to your collarbone and undo your bra." Then he deliberately teased me: "They are quite small." I gritted my teeth and shifted the blame: "My breasts are small because my ex didn't work hard enough." The next second, I was pressed against the examination table, his voice dangerously low: "The examination wasn't thorough enough. "Looks like I need to keep working hard." 01 "Number 52, Chloe, please proceed to consultation room 2." The moment the automated voice at the nurse's station called my name, I stared at the large characters on the door plaque: [Thoracic Surgery - Dr. Arthur Vance]. I almost ground my teeth to dust. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of that lean figure through the glass door. The waistline barely visible beneath the white coat reminded me of some very NSFW scenes. Just a month ago, that waist was pressing down on me, panting "one last time." Now, he looked like a refined gentleman, a wolf in sheep's clothing. "What are you standing there for?" My mom slapped me on the back: "Dr. Vance is a specialist who just returned from abroad. It's a bloodbath trying to get an appointment with him! I only managed to get this slot because his mother and I are best friends." Before I could even ask how my mom knew his mom, I heard a cold, clear voice: "Next." When the consultation room door opened. The man I hadn't seen in a month was wearing a blue surgical mask, the sleeves of his white coat slightly rolled up. His eyes were indifferent, his long eyebrows slightly raised: "Follow-up?" "Consultation." I kept my neck stiff. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his Adam's apple bob once. "Where are you feeling unwell?" Before I could answer, my mom darted in with a quick step: "Arthur, it's Auntie Susan. Could you take a look at my daughter? Her breasts are so small, is she malnourished?" My mom's loud voice echoed in the consultation room. My toes had automatically curled hard enough to dig a three-story mansion into the floor. "Auntie." Arthur adjusted his glasses: "Breast size is related to genetics, nutrition..." "Exactly!" My mom nodded repeatedly: "Do you think she might have drank the wrong formula when she was a baby?" As Arthur wrote [Patient's family suspects formula caused breast underdevelopment] in the medical chart, My toes had already finished digging the second phase of the mansion. If I'm guilty, let the law punish me. Instead, because my breasts are too small, my own mother suspected I was malnourished and forced me to see a doctor. And the doctor was my ex-boyfriend, who I broke up with just a month ago. "I need to perform a physical examination." Arthur stood up, giving my mom a professional smile. "Family members, please wait outside." I clutched my registration slip, a fake smile plastered on my face. "Can I see a different doctor?" He didn't even look up, his tone distant and cold: "Go out the door, turn right, and queue up again to register." "Oh, no need, the queue will take forever." My mom immediately pressed me onto the examination table: "What's wrong with a male doctor? Why are you young people so conservative? In a doctor's eyes, there is no gender." I felt dead inside. In a doctor's eyes, there is no gender, but what about in an ex-boyfriend's eyes? Besides, he's a thoracic surgery specialist. Does he even handle underdevelopment??? 02 Arthur reached out and pulled the privacy curtain, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and signaled to me: "Lift your shirt up and undo your bra." I gripped the hem of my shirt tightly, glaring at him in dissatisfaction. "You... you're using your public office to settle private grudges!" He kept his hands in his white coat pockets, looking perfectly composed, and coldly reminded me: "Miss Chloe, first of all, you are the one who booked an appointment with me. "Secondly, I am a doctor. Treating patients and saving lives is my duty. "Lastly, is there any part of you I haven't seen?" Me: ... Fine, you win... I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, and undid the clasp of my bra. Bracing myself, I closed my eyes tightly and lifted my shirt. His hands were slightly cold, and I couldn't help but shiver when they touched my skin. "Don't be nervous." "Who... who's nervous..." "Your heart rate is too high." A barely noticeable smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head, examining me very seriously. "Do you feel anything?" I turned my head to the side and huffed: "No!" "No?" He frowned, looking a bit confused. "No feeling means no feeling. Dr. Vance's skills are too poor. We've already broken up, do I still have to act for you?" Unable to gain the upper hand physically, I chose to dominate verbally. "Oh? My skills are poor?" He slightly lowered his eyes, meeting my gaze through his lenses, his voice cold and deep. "Chloe, you can touch your conscience and speak." I cursed inwardly. Isn't my conscience being touched by you right now?! The pressure from his hands increased slightly. "How about this time?" Me: "I feel like you're pinching me..." He looked up, stared straight at me, and sighed. "Any pain?" "No!" "Swelling or tenderness?" "No!" "Does it normally itch?" "Oh, the itchy spot isn't there." Me: !!! "Arthur, have you touched enough!" My face flushed red, and I pushed myself up so abruptly I almost bumped his chin: "Do you think you don't know if I'm sick or not?" "From what I can see, there's indeed no problem, but..." His hands finally released me, and his low chuckle suddenly echoed in the air: "They are quite small." I gritted my teeth, refuting him defiantly: "My breasts are small because my ex didn't work hard enough!" My waist was suddenly grabbed, and my momentum carried me right into his arms. The faint, woody scent of his cologne wafted from beneath his white coat into my nose. His breathing was a bit heavy, his voice carrying a hint of danger: "What, want me to keep working hard? So you're trying your old tricks again?" His face bore undisguised mockery. 03 That's right, we ended up together purely because of my relentless pestering, and he finally gave in because he couldn't get rid of me. At that time, I was accompanying my best friend for a checkup, and I fell for Arthur's unearthly good looks at first sight. White coat, gold-rimmed glasses, broad shoulders, and long legs—he maxed out the "forbidden desire" vibe. Plus, I have a thing for hands. Especially when he looked down, typing out a medical chart on his keyboard, those long, slender hands with prominent knuckles made my heart beat like a drum with every movement. I clung to the doorframe, gulping frantically, my heart rate soaring. I finally understood the "suspension bridge effect." Someone build a bridge to my heart right now! My best friend, who had an irregular heartbeat from looking at male models, was forced by me to stay in the hospital for a month. From then on, I became an unofficial member of the thoracic surgery department. When I brought him bubble tea in the morning, he said the sugar content was too high. When I brought him a bento for lunch, he criticized it for being nutritionally unbalanced. When I stalked him at night for a "chance encounter," he lectured me about my irregular sleep schedule. After I faked low blood sugar and swooned into his arms for thirty days straight, Arthur finally cornered me in the stairwell: "Chloe, what exactly do you want?" "You." I gritted my teeth, standing on my tiptoes to pull his tie: "Yes or no? "Dr. Vance, whenever people see you, their heart rate spikes. What are we going to do about that?" Later, when I was pinned against the wall and kissed by him... I finally learned that even the most aloof flower will bite when pushed. But soon I discovered that this man was like a monk. We dated for three months before he let me hold his hand, and it took half a year to unlock kissing. Every time I wanted to communicate on a deeper level, he would use those bewitching eyes to firmly reject me: "This is too fast." I engaged in a tug-of-war for half a year before successfully pushing him down using my feminine wiles. However, the aloof flower was anything but aloof in bed; he wore me out completely every time. Dating is supposed to be sweet, but his job was demanding. He practically lived in the operating room every day. Leaving home past seven in the morning and returning at eight or nine at night was the norm. When we got home, I just wanted to get down to business, but he still had to review medical charts, write papers, and take exams. Even a donkey on a farm would call him "boss" out of respect. At an age full of youthful vigor, I craved him! I couldn't stand this feast-or-famine lifestyle. On my birthday, I had been fasting for half a month. I swore to take him down that day. But just as we entered the movie theater, one phone call sent him running back to the hospital. I watched the movie alone, ate hot pot alone, bursting with loneliness and grievance. I sent him WeChat messages, but he didn't reply. When I brought him food at the hospital, he was sitting intimately with a female doctor, engrossed in discussing a medical condition. The two of them showed undisguised admiration for each other on their faces. They looked incredibly compatible. In an instant, the drive in my heart suddenly deflated. A guy like Arthur is good for a fling. But for marriage, it wasn't a good fit. He was an outstanding doctor at a top-tier hospital, and I was just a broke writer and a sucker for a pretty face. It really was a mismatch. And at that moment, I suddenly didn't want to sleep with him anymore. So, I brought up breaking up. When he asked why, I gave him a devastating reason: "Your skills are too poor." Then I backhanded blocked him on all contact platforms. After we broke up, he never looked for me either. In short, I considered myself the one who dumped him. Now, accidentally booking his appointment made it look like I regretted it and was chasing him again. 04 I hurriedly reached behind my back to clasp my bra. "Dr. Vance, you're overthinking it. My mom booked this appointment for me. "Also, I don't play with the same man twice." I retorted defiantly. But I couldn't get the clasp fastened. His figure loomed in front of me, and he suddenly raised his arms to encircle my waist. He reached out and expertly fastened my bra clasp. I was caught off guard by this sudden movement. He spoke before I could, his voice cold and clear: "No need to thank me. "Practice makes perfect, that's all." In the past, I used to joke that he had a pair of nimble hands; not only could he wield a scalpel, but he could also unhook a bra with one hand. I gritted my teeth, deliberately acting passive-aggressive: "Dr. Vance is so considerate, even fastening a female patient's bra." He smiled faintly, remaining composed: "You're welcome. "It's also my first time encountering a female patient who came to me because her breasts were too small." Me: ... After a moment of silence, I was still trying to figure out how to retaliate. My mom knocked on the door and came in first. Seeing my complexion didn't look good, she quickly asked Arthur: "Dr. Vance, does my daughter have some sort of condition?" Arthur retreated to a safe distance: "Auntie, don't worry, there's no problem." My mom let out a long sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good..." Then she asked in distress: "But her sister and I are both D-cups, why is she only an A?" I silently buried my face in my hands. "It's possible—" He held back a smile, adjusting his glasses: "She takes after her father." The air went dead silent. My mom still hadn't given up: "Is there really no hope for my daughter's chest?" "I recommend eating more papaya." Arthur's gaze swept over me seemingly by accident, hooking a distinct smile: "Of course, auxiliary massage is also effective. "For some women, during lactation, they might experience a second growth spurt." My mom slapped her thigh, sudden realization dawning on her: "I get it, I just need to find her a man." Her eyes lit up as she looked at him: "Arthur, your mom told me you just went through a breakup. What do you think of my daughter?" My head buzzed. I hurriedly stopped my mom, whispering: "Mom, don't play matchmaker randomly..." My mom stomped her foot anxiously: "I saw Dr. Vance's profile outside. PhD, Deputy Chief Physician, successful at a young age. Most importantly, he's handsome! What a great fit for our family's genes! If your mom were 20 years younger, I would have snatched him up myself. "He just broke up, the rebound period is when people need comfort the most. You need to swoop right in! "Um, Dr. Vance, do you mind adding each other on WeChat? If Chloe feels unwell in the future, can she consult you online?" Arthur looked up at me. I blinked frantically, signaling him. Because he was still sitting in my blocklist right now. "Sure." But he pulled out his phone, shoving the QR code page right in my face: "Miss Chloe, please scan it yourself." I braced myself, took out my phone, and scanned the code. Beep. Arthur's profile picture popped up on the screen, and under the WeChat chat page, a line of small text was glaringly displayed: The message has been rejected. You have been blocked by the recipient. "I haven't received the friend request yet," He reminded me. I gritted my teeth and sneakily took him off the blocklist: "Done." He smiled and nodded: "Good. I'll send the medical advice to Miss Chloe." I silently rolled my eyes. Bullshit. What kind of medical advice is there for small breasts? A few minutes later, Arthur sent a WeChat message: [Comprehensive Guide to Breast Massage Techniques.PDF] [Appropriate massage can promote development and prevent breast hyperplasia.] I gritted my teeth and smiled: "Dr. Vance truly possesses a healer's compassionate heart." Dr. Vance: "I can provide free medical guidance." 05 "Daughter, listen to your mother, bag this Dr. Vance!" On the way home, my mom gripped my wrist like a female demon who had caught a monk on a pilgrimage. "His dad is a university professor, and his mom is the center of my square dancing team." "Mom, we're not a good fit..." I clung to the car door, struggling in vain. "You haven't even tried, how do you know you're not a good fit?" My mom seemed to have been poisoned by Arthur. She wished she could personally catch him and throw him on my bed. The next day, while I was binge-watching shows and stuffing my face with snacks, she suddenly teleported in: "Go change your clothes. Your Auntie Xu will be here soon." I grabbed my snacks and prepared to escape: "Then I'll hide in my room and watch." She pinned me down: "You kid, we have guests over, how rude would it be for you to hide!" I kept munching on my potato chips: "That's your friend, I don't even know her." She grabbed me: "You know her son—" Just as she was speaking, the doorbell rang. My mom dashed over in one swift stride. The two besties started chirping the moment they saw each other: "Oh my, coming over is enough, why bring so many things?" "Well, didn't I hear Chloe came home? I just brought some food." "Oh, you really did. These are all Chloe's favorites." "Yes, yes, Arthur picked them all out. Isn't this fate?" Until I heard a certain familiar voice: "Hello Auntie, we meet again." My hand shook, and I instinctively looked up. Half a potato chip was still dangling from my mouth. I saw Arthur standing by the entryway, wearing a smoky gray high-waisted suit, standing behind his mom, his tie meticulously knotted. He was carrying bags large and small in his hands. He looked exactly like he was coming to propose marriage. "Oh my, this must be Chloe? So pretty!" I awkwardly greeted her: "Hello Auntie." My mom poked me: "Go pour tea for our guests." The two moms quickly occupied the center of the sofa. Arthur and I stood off to the side, smiling silently. "Oh my, my Chloe just loves to play every day. She's nothing like Arthur. So young and already a Deputy Chief Physician. I heard he even skipped grades in school. Tall and handsome, Susan, you're so lucky." "Oh, my luck isn't that good. I have such a sweet, considerate daughter. This one of mine is just like his dad, a real quiet type, only knows how to work every day." The two moms started a mutual praise session. Arthur and I were quiet as mice. Seeing this, the two women said: "Oh, you young people have so much to talk about, go interact more." "My Arthur is just too formal, doesn't even know how to chase girls." "Don't be shy, you'll get familiar slowly." We weren't unfamiliar at all. We've kissed each other's lips raw... I silently played the quail. Arthur quietly peeled an apple. I watched his long fingers holding the fruit knife, peeling the apple like a work of art. 06 The two moms were chatting animatedly, and somehow the topic turned to us: "I heard Chloe is still single?" "Yes, she dated a guy before, didn't even get to meet him before they broke up." "Mine is the same, too quiet. Got dumped and still acts like nothing happened." "That scumbag who broke up with Chloe was even worse. I heard he was flirting with female colleagues at the hospital." I discreetly tugged at my mom's sleeve. Mom, please say less... But she couldn't be stopped. "I heard he's also a doctor, right? Which hospital? Maybe Arthur even knows him?" I lowered my head and chugged water. The hand Arthur was using to hold the knife paused, and the apple peel snapped with a crack. He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through his glasses with a questioning look: "Is that so?" My mom complained indignantly: "Yes, and Chloe told me that scumbag's body isn't doing so well, right?" I almost choked to death on my water. I clutched my chest and coughed violently. Arthur raised his hand to pat my back. "Oh my, Arthur is so sweet." "Look at these two kids, they look more and more compatible the more you look at them." My mom grabbed Auntie Xu and bolted: "Right, isn't it time to go dancing downstairs?" "Right, right, let's go quickly." 07 The two women slipped downstairs swiftly. I got up and walked toward my bedroom, with Arthur following behind me. "Dr. Vance, going into someone else's bedroom in broad daylight, where's your medical ethics?" I forcefully tried to shut the door. He propped his elbow against the doorframe and reminded me: "Your bedroom still has a certain someone's Lotso Huggin' Bear bedsheets." "Then change them!" I glared at him: "Change them to your favorite blue sterile drapes!" A foot suddenly jammed into the crack of the door. The man used his long legs to force his way in: "Chloe, when did I flirt with female colleagues?" "My mom wasn't talking about you anyway, don't take it personally, Dr. Vance." "Then why did we break up?" I kept my neck stiff and my mouth stubborn: "Poor skills, I got bored." He suddenly leaned in, his nose almost touching my forehead: "Poor skills? Why did you have to change the sheets every time?" Me: !!! I was furious! He squeezed past me. I lifted my foot to kick him. But my calf suddenly cramped with a pop. "Ahhh!!!" I wailed and fell into his arms. God knows, a cramp really hurts enough to almost meet my great-grandmother. He caught me with quick reflexes: "What's wrong?" "My... my leg cramped... "I'm going to die from the pain..." My arrogant attitude instantly withered. "Don't move, relax." He scooped me up horizontally and placed me on the bed. "Where does it hurt?" "Hiss... my... my thigh." He kneaded the muscles above my knee with his thumbs: "Here?" I whined in pain: "Higher... higher." His fingers moved up: "Here?" I grabbed the pillow, gritting my teeth: "Arthur, don't take advantage..." He curled the corner of his lip imperceptibly: "It's probably a passive muscle spasm caused by a sudden stretching of the leg. "Relax your leg." His hands gently kneaded. Gradually, that tight, aching pain actually disappeared. I have to admit. His hands really are useful. His fingertips traced over the little strawberry pattern on my pajama pants: "Feel better?" I tried moving my leg: "Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore." The cramp was on my inner thigh. Right now, the position was getting a bit ambiguous. I kicked him with my toes: "You don't need to squeeze anymore." But he took the opportunity to grab my ankle. His warm palm completely covered it. "It was wrong of me to leave you on your birthday, but the patient had a penetrating heart wound..." "Who wants to hear a work report!" I kicked him in the chest: "Anyway, you doctors only have eyes for your patients!" He completely didn't understand why I was angry. Treating patients and saving lives is a doctor's duty. In the face of human life, everything must yield. But anyone who gets stood up by their boyfriend on their birthday. And then turns around to see him smiling with another woman would be pissed off. And he didn't even try to coax me! I turned my head away, ignoring him. "Chloe." He suddenly looked up: "On the 21st day after you blocked me, there was a car accident patient with the same name as you. "That day, I was scared to death." I froze. "That day I searched for you like crazy for four hours. "Finally, I found you clubbing with friends." He lowered his eyes, carrying a bit of grievance. Like a wounded large dog. "Then I... I..." I suddenly didn't know what to say. Things were perfectly fine. He suddenly threw me off balance. The air temperature rose sharply. He looked up and tugged at his tie. Then he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. Looking up slightly, the first thing that caught my eye was the half-open collar. And his faintly visible collarbones. He leaned forward, the corner of his lips almost brushing the tip of my ear: "Baby, don't be mad anymore, okay?" His breath was scorching. The roots of my ears were hot and tingling. Looking at that face. I uselessly forgave him again. He leaned closer again, his voice trailing: "Baby, want a kiss?" This dog of a man is seducing me again. His fatal attraction is truly deadly. After abstaining for so long. I couldn't wait to push him down right now. It'd be a waste not to kiss him! The faint sound of the square dancing song "Drunken Butterfly" drifted up from downstairs. It felt like we were having an affair. Mixed with the intimate sounds of kissing. It was incredibly stimulating. We kissed until the world spun. "The medical advice I sent you, have you put it into practice?" "Not yet..." His fingers roamed restlessly: "As your attending physician, I'll guide you personally." I suddenly remembered Arthur's mom saying he was "too formal." I cursed internally: What kind of formal person gropes someone while kissing? A beast in a suit!!! 08 Just as we were kissing passionately. My phone suddenly vibrated. On the other end, my mom was frantic: "Chloe, your grandma suddenly fainted downstairs!" I couldn't care about anything else. Arthur and I hurriedly rushed downstairs. I saw my mom running around in circles with fast-acting heart pills. Arthur immediately switched to his professional doctor mode. "Did you call 911?" "Yes, yes, they'll be here right away." He placed his fingertips on my grandma's wrist: "Acute myocardial infarction. "Don't move her. Let the patient lie flat and wait for the ambulance." With his other hand, he expertly loosened my grandma's collar. And started CPR right there. The ambulance arrived very quickly. Our whole family followed to the hospital. We waited for a long time. Until the door to the emergency room was pushed open. "Fortunately, Dr. Vance's emergency treatment was timely. She is out of danger. "After a few days of recovery, she'll need a heart bypass. Dr. Vance will be the lead surgeon." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did a doctor look at Arthur and tease: "Oh, Dr. Vance, your look today is quite something." At this, everyone finally focused their attention on us. The collar of Arthur's shirt was halfway open. There was a distinct hickey right on his Adam's apple. My clothes were also disheveled. In our rush out the door, we were both wearing mismatched slippers. And both of us were sporting red, swollen lips. My mom realized what happened: "You two! Were you hiding in the room kissing?" The air fell silent. Arthur awkwardly buttoned up his shirt. I coughed lightly and lied: "We... well, it's because the spicy strips we ate were too spicy..." Everyone looked doubtful. Just then, Arthur pointed at the hospital bed: "Grandma is awake." Only then did the group shift their focus away from us. He stepped forward: "How are you feeling now? Does your chest feel tight?" The moment my grandma opened her eyes, she met that face of his. She suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my heavens, I really must be dead, I'm actually seeing a male Bodhisattva." My mom, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, reminded her: "Mom, this is young Dr. Vance. You had a heart attack, and he saved you. "In a couple of days, he'll also be doing your heart bypass surgery." My grandma realized what happened and hurriedly said: "Thank you so much, young doctor. Are you married yet?" Arthur replied politely: "Not yet..." My grandma's eyes suddenly lit up: "You're giving me a bypass, let me give you a bridge too. "I can't repay your life-saving grace, but I have a granddaughter. Let her pledge herself to you." Me, standing nearby: ??? Sigh, our whole family are huge perverts. My grandma pointed at me: "Look, what do you think of my granddaughter?" He secretly glanced at me, a smile on his lips: "Very nice." My grandma took my hand, a look of melancholy on her face: "Chloe, I just saw your great-grandmother. She said I won't survive this year, unless you get married to bring good luck." Me ??? Are you for real ??? Hearing this, the two moms immediately started looking for an auspicious date on the spot: "Let them get married!!!" My grandma chimed in repeatedly: "Is the bride price enough? If not, sell the Phoebe zhennan wood your grandpa left behind." My head was buzzing. My grandma also seemed to have been poisoned by Arthur. Lying in the hospital bed, she constantly talked about her good-luck grandson-in-law. As soon as I walked in the door, she waved the cake in her hand, showing off to me: "Chloe, look, the little cake young Dr. Vance bought for me, it's so delicious." I pretended to be dissatisfied: "Didn't I buy you some too? Why aren't you praising me?" "The ones you bought grew hair." "That's pork floss cake..." As we were talking, Arthur walked in holding two cups of milk tea, a gentle smile on his face: "Grandma, the milk tea you wanted." I looked shocked: "No, old lady, you just got out of the emergency room and you're eating cake and drinking milk tea?" She slurped her milk tea: "So what?" Me: ... Arthur held back a smile and handed the other cup of milk tea to me: "Roasted brown sugar boba milk, no sugar." Hmph, at least he has some tact. I also slurped my milk tea. Seeing the situation, my grandma grabbed my hand and started nagging again: "Chloe, I just dreamed of your great-grandmother again. She said if you get married this year and have a baby next year, I can live to be a hundred." Me: ??? "Yesterday you said you dreamed of great-grandmother saving a seat at the mahjong table for you down there!" "They don't conflict," The old lady righteously pulled up her oxygen mask: "You two standing here is delaying my longevity. Hurry up and get down to business, I'm waiting to hold a baby!"
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