Once? Not enough

Chapter 7: You can't for a week

Amy took the underground back to her dormitory alone after she got out of Octagon City.

All of her flatmates were away for classes, so she got into the bathroom and took a shower, and wherever her eyes fell, there were marks, red and purple, which looked a bit shocking.

Last night that man is not gentle, even some almost cold roughness.

She spent a good while scrubbing herself inside and out, then put on her pyjamas and stepped out of the bathroom, lying on the bed and breathing a long sigh of relief.

The familiarity of her surroundings and the smells of her surroundings calmed her heart a little.

Amy took out her mobile phone and checked that Evan hadn't transferred the money yet.

She stared at the empty dialogue box for a long time, typed a few lines, her face burned red, and finally couldn't help deleting it.

It was better to wait a little longer.

It was more than a little hard for her to talk about asking for this kind of payment.

......

Evan took an operation early in the morning and was so busy for a few hours that he forgot about it.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, he came out of the operating theatre, took out his mobile phone to check the time, his eyes fell on a few slight marks on his arm, and suddenly remembered this matter.

He tapped on WeChat with one finger and easily found Amy's account, her avatar was a cartoon picture in dark colours, a black girl wearing a hat.

Her name was two simple letters: Amy.

The dialogue box between the two was empty, without any information.

That woman wanted money so badly, he didn't turn it around, and she didn't take the initiative to ask him for it.

Evan pulled his lips, tapped his fingertips, entered a string of numbers, and when he entered the password, he thought about it and deleted it.

Let's see how long she can pretend.

When he returned to the clinic, he worked almost continuously. Recently, the doctor of the gastroenterology department was on leave, so Evan changed his clothes and filled in for him.

It was close to the end of the day, and there weren't many people there, only a few scattered patients.

"Knock, knock."

There was a knock on the door from outside, sounding regular and polite.

"Come in." Evan answered.

The door of the clinic was pushed open from outside, and there were soft and slow footsteps walking in.

"What's wrong?" Evan asked without raising his head as he looked down at his chart.

"Doctor, I have a small stomach ache."

The voice ...... was soft and a little familiar.

Evan glanced up and saw Amy's face.

At the same time, Amy also saw him, round with a little baby fat small face slightly surprised, and then blushed, the tip of the ear is also suspicious quickly red.

It's him?

So he's a doctor.

She quickly buried her head in embarrassment, and was at a loss for words.

Instead, Evan looked at her coldly, his tone flat as if he didn't know her, "How does it hurt?"

Amy sat on the chair, buried her head and stammered, "A throbbing pain, it hurts to walk, it hurts to sit."

"Go lie down on the bed and lift up your clothes."

Evan tapped a few lines on the computer and dropped the sentence without looking up.

Amy gulped, got up and obediently went to the bed, and lay on the narrow diagnostic bed in a regular manner, and her eyes were on the ceiling above her head.

In a few moments, a man approached wearing rubber gloves, and from Amy's perspective, all she could see was his white coat and the name on his left badge.

"Gastroenterology, Evan."

So his name was Evan.

Amy made a mental note of the name.

There was a faint smell of disinfectant on his body, which overlapped somewhat with last night's scent, and her mind couldn't help but turn over some thoughts.

In the next second, Evan's hand pressed strongly and precisely on her small tummy and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Amy replied with a red face, "Further down."

Evan moved down another two inches, "Here?"

Amy nodded in embarrassment, "Yeah."

His fingers were almost under her tummy, and although he was wearing gloves, the warmth of his fingers travelled through the rubber and invaded her skin, leaving Amy breathless.

Evan pressed a few more places to make sure of the location, got a response from her, and finally let go, understanding.

It wasn't the tummy, it was the uterine pain.

Last night he wanted it so many times and it was her first time, it was inevitable that she would be unwell afterwards.

But I didn't expect her constitution to be so delicate, and the pain hadn't gotten better after a day.

It was rather delicate.

Evan sat in front of the table, his bony hand rhythmically tapping words, "Prescribe some medicine for you, three times a day, after meals."

Amy blushed and got down from the bed, quickly pulled up the hem of her clothes, and then obediently sat on the chair opposite Evan, waiting for him to write the medicine list.

Evan printed out the medication list and handed it to her with a long, slender, distinctive hand, and after a moment's thought, suddenly and coldly added.

"Remember, no bedtime for a week."

Amy's face exploded even more red, her head buzzing as she nodded and took the medication list and health insurance card from him.

"Remember?" The man asked again as he squeezed her card.

Amy nodded, "Remember."

"Repeat."

"Three meals a day, after meals, and no bedtime for a week."

Amy's cheeks flushed red as she repeated it, itching to dig a hole to bury herself in, it was thanks to him last night that she was able to get screwed up like this, wasn't it?

Where had she been in bed except with him.

"Go away."

The man's body leaned back while he let go of the medical card and medication list.

Amy fell away with the list in hand.

As she reached the door, she hesitated on her feet and turned her head back to him, "You haven't transferred my money yet."