Doctor, I'm actually sick

Chapter 1

She and her mother were walking one after the other on the way to the General Hospital of the Military Region, and her mother cursed a few unpleasant words out of her mobile phone.She habitually emptied her mind, so as not to hear anything she didn't like.

Today is her birthday, and instead of having a delicious cake, her mother chooses to send her to the most annoying hospital to see a doctor.

As soon as she stepped into the gate of the hospital, she frowned.The smell of disinfectant and the white color made her want to vomit, and the nurses kept shouting with their mouths open.

She was afraid of her father when she was a child, the teacher when she was in school, and the doctor when she grew up.

If it was not a last resort, she would never come to the hospital.

Everyone in the hospital looked cold, as if they were impatient to say a word. Look, didn't my mother quarrel with the registered nurse in the hospital again?

"What did you say? I brought my daughter here to get Dr. Li's number. Now you tell me that Dr. Li's number is full, so you have to postpone it until next week?"

The nurse may have seen this kind of scene too often, she said coldly: "Dr. Li is an authoritative doctor, and many people can't get his number. If you don't plan to register another number, don't get in the way. The patients still need to register!"

Mom looked like she was about to explode, she glanced at herself, and endured it.

"Then tell me, which doctors' numbers are available today?"

The nurse knew that she was planning to change the number, she moved the mouse to check, and said, "Let me see, for today... Doctor Wen has a number."

"Doctor Wen? Does he treat patients well?" Because she had never heard of this name in the introduction of the General Hospital of the Military Region, she was not very relieved.

"There is no one else except Dr. Wen." The nurse waved her hand.

After hesitating for a while, my mother finally made up her mind and said, "Then hang up his number!"

She was dragged by her mother into the elevator. There were quite a lot of people in the elevator, and she and her mother stood at the outermost end.My mother looked at the registration form for a long time, and complained: "No one else registered his number in front of us. This doctor Wen must be incapable of medical skills."

She didn't bother to remind her mother that there were other doctors in the elevator, so she said that other people's colleagues were not good in front of her face.Anyway, my mother always acted her own way, and she would be scolded if she stopped her, even if she didn't say anything.

Because the first impression was not good, my mother pushed the door and went in without even knocking.

Then she saw a male doctor holding an extra-thick book and sitting behind the desk flipping through it. He heard the sound of the door and looked up.

The doctor has a pair of extremely attractive peach blossom eyes, which are long and slightly curved. When she stares at them, she always feels watery.There is a tear mole under his right eye, which adds a bit of delicacy to his handsome face.His lips are a little thin, probably drawn into a line because he was reading a book just now.

His fingers are long and clean, stroking the writing.The neck is slender and white, like a big white goose.

The shoulders are broad and straight, and the white coat looks like it is hanging on a clothes hanger.

He looked at them strangely, opened his mouth and said, "Even patients need to knock on the door."

She blushed with shame after hearing these deep and magnetic words, which was the first accident in her life without emotions in the past few years.

They had no choice but to go to the door and knock on the door, and then looked at him.

He changed his lazy look, straightened his cuffs, put the book back on the table, sat upright and said, "Please come in."

Mom took a breath, probably because the doctor had an innate sense of oppression, and even she didn't consciously listen to him.

Mom sat on the chair in front of the table and said politely: "Doctor Wen, hello."

Dr. Wen nodded his head lightly, glanced over himself and his mother, and asked, "Which of you two is the patient?"

Mom quickly pointed to herself, "It's my daughter."

"Then let her sit down. I need to talk to her, not her mother." Dr. Wen looked at himself as he spoke.

Mother was taken aback, smiled awkwardly, pulled herself onto the chair and said, "Since the doctor wants to talk to you, you have to speak clearly. This will make it easier for the doctor to see you, you know?"

She rolled her eyes impatiently in her heart, she was done, and she didn't need to be reminded all the time like this, especially in front of strangers.

Dr. Wen propped his elbows on the table, crossed his beautiful fingers on his lips, and stared at himself for a while.

Why doesn't he keep talking?
Being looked at a little hairy, she panicked for a moment, and lowered her eyes subconsciously.

But he said: "Come on, look at me. Tell me about your illness."

She had no choice but to meet his peach eyes again, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, which was the tension and anxiety she was familiar with.

"If you think the dialogue is difficult, we can do some surveys with only multiple choice questions first, do you think it's okay?" Dr. Wen softened his voice.

After she nodded, she pulled out a few sheets of paper from the folder next to her sideways, took out the pen clipped by the collar of her white coat, and handed it to her.

She looked at the topic and bit her nails, then picked up the pen and started to draw a tick.

(End of this chapter)