Chief Doctor, Please Stop

Chapter 17 Alienation



Chapter 17 Alienation

Suddenly, her chest feels tight.

She speaks again. "If you don’t want to treat me as if we never knew each other, please return that earring."

Nino speaks extremely sincerely, but also extremely alienated from him.

There is silence on the phone, and no one speaks again.

"Come up."

Yasin says suddenly.

His tone is domineering, not allowing any disagreement.

Nino is startled for a while, and then returns to her senses. She shakes her head subconsciously, feeling very depressed. "No. Bye."

"Nino, if you want to go back the earring, come up and get it yourself!"

After Yasin finishes impatiently, he hangs up the phone.

Nino stands downstairs for a long, long time...

Finally, she enters the apartment door and rings Room 2003’s doorbell.

The elevator door opens, and she floats in like a wandering spirit.

The elevator goes straight to the second floor. As soon as the door opens, Yasin is already there.

He presses the elevator's door open button with his slender fingers and calmly looks at Nino in the elevator.

"Nino, you are a player, so why bother pretending to be loyal."

His cold tone is like boiled water, no sign of any blame or emotion. At this moment, he is very calm towards her.

As he passes the earring to Nino, there is no extra expression on his handsome face.

Nino takes it.

She feels as if her insides are being squeezed all over by a door, which is a bit uncomfortable.

"Help me close the security door outside the elevator once you go down. Thank you."

After Yasin speaks indifferently, he let go of the door open button. He turns and goes into the hall without waiting for the elevator door to close without hesitating.

Looking at the blue earring in her hand that she lost then regained, Nino begins to wonder whether this obsession is right or wrong. And this obsession – is it really just because of this earring? Or...because of the person who gave her the earring! Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She is lost....

At the brain surgery department in Farren Hospital, Shonna, an intern, stands at the door and shouts to the waiting crowd in the corridor.

"Number 32."

"Here."

Hearing a familiar response, Shonna cannot help but roll her eyes.

The nymph who chases Doctor Jing all day is here again!

Shaira walks into the room and carefully glances at Yasin, who sits at the table and looks down at the pending orders.

After not seeing him for a few days, he seems to have become more handsome. He doesn’t look any less indifferent or elegant.

"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Finally, Yasin looks up and asks Shaira.

"Dizzy."

As soon as Shaira replies, Shonna, who stands on the side, rolls her eyes again.

The same sentence every time – how annoying!

"Shaira, given that you have been dizzy for a long time, so I suggest you get a brain CT, then an MRI examination, another X-ray film, another tumour test, plus heart electrogram test, blood pressure test, and then go to the hematology department for a blood test, general medicine for a liver function test and lungs check. If necessary, you can also go to the endocrinology department to check if your estrogen secretion is too strong. Finally, I would like to ask you to go to the ear, nose and throat department and ask the plastic surgeon to do body sculpting for you. Remember, from the top to the bottom, the full set!!"

Yasin finishes his words in one go, no change in his facial expression and completely calm.

In contrast, Shonna, who is behind him, is laughing so hard that she is almost passed out. Everyone knows that there is an elegant doctor Jing working in brain surgery but doesn’t know what kind of viciousness is hiding behind this noble body!

He hurts people without using a single swear word, as if he has the potential to kill without spilling blood! He always talks so calmly.

Shaira's originally ruddy face is pale at the moment.

"The bill has already been filled. Three thousand yuan for inspection, ten thousand yuan for hospitalization, plus one hundred thousand yuan for plastic surgery. Miss Yin, go to the toll department to pay!"

Yasin leans lazily on the backrest, putting his hands in his pockets. He lifts his handsome chin towards her, and Shonna immediately hands the doctor's bill to Shaira. "Miss Yin, go to the toll department to pay!" Shonna repeats what Yasin said pretentiously.

Shaira remains in her seat and bites her lip. Her eyes are flushed. She looks straight at the cruel Yasin on the opposite side and turns a blind eye to the medical sheet that Shonna handed over.

"Doctor Jing, why are you doing this to me?"

Her grievances turn into tears in her eyes. "How did I make you so dissatisfied?"

Yasin sits up a little bit, looking seriously at Shaira on the opposite side. "What I just said, don’t you understand, Miss Yin?"

Shaira bites her lip and looks at him but doesn’t reply.

"Then fine." Yasin nods, with a rare patience, and continues. "Miss Yin, to put it simply, I think you may have too much estrogen secretion that caused you to pester me like a nymph every day. You might not be annoyed, but I am annoyed! You are too bore, and I am too tired! In addition, your appearance is really not my type! For the sake of my mood, please do not show this face in front of me again, Miss Yin! I will sincerely thank for your cooperation!"

Yasin finishes heartlessly, then looks back at Shonna behind him, and says coldly. "Send Miss Yin out and call the next patient in."

Shaira gets up, but there is determination in her wounded eyes. "Yasin, the more you are like this will only make me more and more interested in you!"

"Number 33!"

Yasin ignores her and calls the next patient defiantly.

Just as Shonna sends out the great Buddha Shaira, she cannot help but complain. "If every girl who likes teacher Jing came here to register, wouldn't the patients sitting outside not have the chance to see a doctor? No morality at all!"

[Our Doctor Jing's is quite sarcastic; I hope you won’t mind.]


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