The Anesthetist’s Arcane Gift

Chapter 2: Administering the Anesthesia

Qibo felt rather awkward at the moment. When he entered the operating room, his eyes had involuntarily swept over the surgical sites of a few female patients. When his gaze passed over Lin Ruoying’s area, their eyes met—perhaps she sensed the slightly indecent flicker in his eyes. Now, she was guarding against him like he was some kind of thief.

Aside from feeling awkward, Qibo was also extremely nervous. That accidental glance didn’t even show him anything clearly, but now his mind was totally blank, and his face was burning red. Thankfully, the surgical mask covered most of his face, or everyone would see that he was blushing like a monkey’s butt, which would only make things worse.

Masks really are a gift—able to conceal a naughty little anesthetist’s every shady thought.

“Your name is Lin Ruoying?”

Trying to calm himself, Qibo approached her and asked for confirmation.

“Yes,” Lin Ruoying replied, still watching him warily. She clearly noticed the panic and evasiveness in his eyes, which only deepened her suspicion.

“I’m going to administer your anesthesia now,” Qibo informed her, then began the intravenous injection. Throughout the process, he kept his eyes strictly on task, doing everything he could to convey: I’m a professional, I’m not here to sneak a peek or take advantage.

“Better hold tight now—once the drugs kick in, you won’t be able to cover anything!” joked Nurse Sun Xiaomei, mocking Lin Ruoying who was tightly clutching her surgical gown.

“H-Hey! Don’t you dare get handsy!” Lin Ruoying mumbled groggily after the anesthesia began taking effect, her eyelids heavy with sleep, yet still issuing a warning to Qibo.

She had come to the Virtue Women’s Hospital to terminate a pregnancy caused by an accident with her boyfriend. The clinic’s all-female staff had reassured her—that is, until this male anesthetist appeared out of nowhere! She had let her guard down.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got our eyes on him. If he tries anything, I’ll snip off his little friend,” said Dr. Cao as she walked over with clinking surgical tools, casting a sly glance at Qibo as if she really might do it.

“Hahaha…” Nurse Sun Xiaomei joined in the laughter, clearly enjoying Qibo’s discomfort.

Too bad Lin Ruoying was already unconscious. Clearly, that threat was for Qibo’s ears only.

There were very few male doctors in a gynecology hospital, and the ones there were usually became the subject of jokes and teasing by the female staff—especially someone like Qibo, who still looked like a fresh-faced young man to them.

Even though he was new, that didn’t stop them from poking fun.

Qibo rolled his eyes at them but didn’t respond. He was too tired for their nonsense. If it hadn’t been for offending the director at Renmin Hospital and getting rejected by several top hospitals, he wouldn’t have ended up here at a women’s clinic—being glared at by patients and teased by staff.

To make matters worse, now his family and friends looked at him weirdly after finding out he was working in gynecology. The whole situation was awkward.

But to be fair, there were certain… visual benefits. Qibo had imagined this scene many times the night before. Female college students dressed for surgery… The thought alone had gotten his blood pumping. And now that he was seeing it in person, the effect was even stronger.

Due to things that happened in his childhood, Qibo had always been extra curious about women’s bodies. As a teenager, he’d even tried peeking into women’s bathrooms. Now fate had landed him in a place where he no longer had to sneak around—he could look all he wanted, legally.

Of course, with doctors and nurses present, he had to act like a paragon of virtue, keeping his gaze in check. Like the balding obstetrician who once trained them used to say: In a doctor’s eyes, there are only patients—not genders, not anything else.

Whether that was true or not… only he knew.

Once Lin Ruoying lost consciousness from the anesthesia, Dr. Cao moved her hands aside, exposing the surgical area and getting ready for the procedure.

Nurse Sun was called over to help with another operation, leaving Qibo to monitor Lin Ruoying’s vitals.

The only ones currently awake in the operating room were Qibo, Dr. Cao, Dr. Zhong, Dr. Li, and one last patient nervously preparing for her procedure.

Qibo wanted to look around, but he kept his gaze tightly reined in to avoid seeming creepy. His current position by the patient’s head meant he couldn’t see the surgical site anyway—less awkward that way.

Since he was here now, he figured he had plenty of time to look in the future. No need to rush and get caught staring like a perv.

Even with his head down, Qibo couldn’t help but notice a patch of dark hair below Lin Ruoying’s pale abdomen. His heart began to race again, and the image of that first glance when he entered the room flashed through his mind.

Did I really not see anything clearly…?

The thoughts stirred his blood once more.

At his age, with hormones running high, staying calm in this situation was a serious challenge.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to directly face the surgical site. He feared that if he did, he might get too excited—have a nosebleed or even faint, which would be mortifying if they discovered why during emergency treatment.

Even a nosebleed would be bad. A surgical mask wouldn’t completely hide that.

He instinctively touched his mask to make sure there were no stains.

But as fate would have it—what he feared was exactly what happened.

“Xiaomei, what kind of prep work did you do? Qibo, grab a tissue!” Dr. Cao frowned at Lin Ruoying’s surgical area.

Qibo pulled a few tissues and, stealing another brief glance, prepared to hand them over. But Dr. Cao didn’t take them. Instead, she removed her gloves, picked up her buzzing phone, and stepped behind the curtain to answer a call.

“Should I really be the one doing this?” Qibo muttered with exaggerated reluctance, his voice too low for Dr. Cao—on her call—to hear.

Answering calls during surgery? That’s just unprofessional! I’m a licensed anesthetist, not a nurse! Why am I being asked to clean the surgical site? This private hospital is a joke! No standards at all!

He complained internally as his face grew hotter and his heart pounded.

Clean a female college student’s surgical site? That means… touching it?!