Reunite with 136 love letters

04

Donning the sacred white coat of a physician, William transformed into a fearsome judge, wielding the power to decide my fate. The icy instrument once again pressed against my chest, and I dared not look at the reflection of my condition in the machine. My gaze locked onto William's, as if begging for mercy.

"Relax," he said soothingly.

William cleared his throat, "You're making me a little distracted by staring at me like that."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his supposed professionalism. How could he be so easily thrown off by a mere gaze? As I looked away, I noticed that his ears had turned bright red.

After a few minutes, my curiosity got the best of me and I glanced back at William's expression. To my surprise, his eyebrows furrowed with a grave look on his face as though I were a terminal cancer patient.

My heart sank. "Is something wrong?"

"The fibroid has been growing a bit quickly, so I recommend scheduling surgery for its removal soon."

As someone who had been afraid to even pop a pimple since childhood, the thought of having surgery was enough to make my heart race.

"Is there any danger to my life during the surgery?"

"I'll be there, so you won't be in danger," William assured me.

Feeling emboldened, I pushed my luck. "Can you make the stitches on my chest look nice? I'm not married yet, you know."

William paused for a moment before responding. "He won't mind."

What kind of answer was that?

"How do you know he won't mind?" I asked.

William looked deep into my eyes and said, "Because I don't mind."

As my doctor, William's calm demeanor was to be expected, but something about his response made me wonder if he was completely sane. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I held back. After all, he was my attending physician, and I didn't want to offend him.

The surgery was scheduled quickly, and that same night, William urged me to check into the hospital. I had been worried about my mother being concerned and not telling my friends, but as I lay in bed alone that night, I began to regret my decision.

All kinds of strange hospital rumors flooded my mind, and I sat with my legs crossed, browsing my phone to calm my nerves. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a tall figure appeared in the doorway backlit by the hallway light.

"Why haven't you gone home yet?" William asked.

"You're kicking me out?" I joked.

"I can't risk you shaking and accidentally poking me with a knife or fork the next day," he quipped.

William pulled a chair over and sat down next to me. He had already removed his lab coat, and he seemed less serious than before. I wasn't sure if he was staying with me on purpose or if it was just part of his job.

Either way, with the surgery scheduled for the next day, I didn't want to be alone.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"A little," I admitted.

I hadn't planned on revealing my vulnerability to William, but I couldn't deny that I was scared.

"William, are you sure this surgery is safe? I did some research online, and some people said they discovered their fibroids were malignant during the operation and ended up having to have one of their breasts removed. Is there any chance that could happen to me?"

I couldn't imagine losing a breast at my age. Would I still be able to date, get married, have children?

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

Instead of comforting me, William simply said, "There's always a chance."

I was taken aback. Why wasn't he reassuring me?

Instead of answering, William reached out and took my hand in his, his warm fingers interlacing with mine. It was a simple gesture, but it comforted me in a way that words never could.

For a moment, we just sat there in silence, his hand in mine, until I finally drifted off to sleep.

The fibroid surgery was so simple, it was over before I even had the chance to finish extracting my tooth. I stared at the tiny wound in disbelief, "That's it? It's over already?"

The assisting nurse chuckled when she heard me say this, "It was already a simple surgery to begin with. Dr. William doesn't even perform surgeries at this level himself anymore."

Through his blue surgical mask, I could see the smile on William's face. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed when I thought about how I had cried and begged him the day before. He was trying to comfort me, but I knew he must have been secretly calling me a fool in his mind.

I slowly got up and started getting dressed, but my hand suddenly froze in the middle of the process. William turned his head and gave me a questioning look. I sheepishly smiled and said, "Um, Dr. William, my arm is still numb. Could you...help me tie my b*a at the back?"

William's gaze gradually deepened, and I felt like I was turning into a shameless old p*****t. To make matters worse, the black lace b*a I had prepared for the day was exactly what I was wearing.

I tried to cover up my awkwardness by saying, "What about the nurse? Maybe she could help me."

Before I could finish my sentence, William came over and stood behind me. I felt his hand lift up my long hair and the cool touch of his fingers as he tied my b*a. I accidentally brushed against my back, and my whole body shuddered.

The scene was so ambiguous that it almost crossed the line. Fortunately, William's speed was fast enough to end the situation before it got any more awkward. I noticed that his ears had turned red again.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for the girls who had been operated on by him and probably considered him a brother. It seemed like being a breast specialist was not an easy job.

"After the surgery, make sure to eat light and avoid staying up late. Especially, don't drink alcohol," he said, pausing for a moment.

I couldn't help but wonder if all the girls who had been operated on by him felt like I did. At that moment, I felt a surge of sympathy for the breast specialist who had to deal with such situations on a regular basis.

"I know he's still remembering that night when I got drunk and threw up everywhere, and he's still holding it against me. But I nodded and reassured him, 'Don't worry, I'm not a heavy drinker. If there's ever a social occasion where I have to drink, I'll just say you won't let me.' 'Mhm,' William replied, taking off his mask and smiling. 'Just say I won't let you.'

I wasn't sure why William was so pleased about this.

After the surgery, William was back to being my personal alarm clock, reminding me to sleep on time more punctually than the evening news. He even made me take pictures of my meals and send them to him for approval.

While most people go to the hospital to seek medical attention, I had found myself a new mom. But this "mom" was also my former crush, and I couldn't tell whether it was a twisted sense of humanity or a loss of morals.

"Lily, have you been in love lately? You've been giggling at your phone all day, you didn't even hear me calling you," William teased me.

It wasn't until a colleague pointed it out to me that I realized how much time I had been spending chatting with William every day, well beyond what was normal. This transformation was dangerous. I wasn't afraid of William losing control, but I was afraid of being seduced by this little devil and falling for him again.

I had pursued William before, and he had even changed schools to get away from me. But now he was a doctor. He couldn't just quit his job and transfer to another hospital just to avoid me.

"After Dr. William appeared on our show, something strange happened," my colleague told me. "After the program aired, many girls have been swooning over Dr. William's looks. Today, reporters from our department told me that a large number of netizens have gone to the hospital to seek his consultation, and some even harassed him. Now, he has had to suspend his consultations."

I was completely shocked.

This time, William might actually have to change jobs.

When I finally snapped out of it, I found myself standing outside the hospital. I realized how reckless my behavior had been - what was I doing here? I turned around, ready to leave, but a nurse from the day of my surgery spotted me.

"Miss Lily? Are you here because there's a problem with your wound?" she asked.

"No, I'm just looking around," I replied.

Who goes to the hospital just to look around?

I felt like I had caught my colleague's stupidity disease.

"You're here to see Dr. William, aren't you?" The nurse knew exactly what was going on. "He's stopped consultations now. Recently, all the girls who booked appointments with him have been coming in and stripping off their clothes without hesitation, and the hospital management is not happy about it."