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My Husband is My Doctor
墨書 Inktalez
While taking a shower at home, I slipped and accidentally fractured my calf. It was quite serious, and I needed to undergo a fracture reduction surgery. I was really afraid of the pain, so I unhesitatingly chose general anesthesia, thinking that I would just sleep through it.
And that’s exactly what happened; I fell asleep without any awareness. However, when I woke up, I noticed that the doctors and nurses checking on me were looking at me with strange expressions.
This situation continued for two days, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed a nurse who looked like she couldn’t keep a secret and asked her. The nurse glanced around before leaning closer to me and whispering, "I've been wanting to ask you, are you Doctor Xu's fiancée?"
"Xu... which Doctor Xu?"
"Xu Jingnian, Doctor Xu—your attending physician. He performed your surgery."
"Oh... okay."
How did he mistake me for his fiancée after performing my surgery? I had only seen him when I signed the consent form for the general anesthesia. He was wearing a mask, but his eyes were quite nice—thick eyelashes, bright eyes like autumn water, slightly upturned at the corners, giving him an aura of a repressed madman.
But he seemed a bit difficult to approach. There was a Male Doctor in the same department as him who shared the same case with me; we had endless topics to discuss whenever we met. We were even planning to exchange contact information before he showed up out of nowhere.
He shot a glance at my Male Doctor, who immediately fell silent and put away his phone. Then he took my phone away for an examination, his voice clear and serious: "Don’t look at so many electronic devices before the surgery; talk less."
What did that have to do with my fractured calf? I couldn’t understand. At that moment, I secretly planned something rather unkind in my heart: in the dream during the surgery, the man I was bullying under me also had those good-looking mad dog eyes.
Unfortunately, in the dream, all I could do was call out "hubby," and I didn’t dream of any handsome men.
"Oh, you know what? The day you came out of surgery, Doctor Xu came to check on your recovery. For some reason, you kept holding his hand and touching him randomly."
Me: ?!
I was so shocked that I tried to sit up, but my leg wouldn’t move. I shifted my body forward and hurriedly asked, "I didn’t do anything inappropriate, did I?"
Recalling my rather embarrassing tendencies, I lowered my voice and asked again stubbornly, "I shouldn’t have offended him in any way, right?"
The nurse tilted her head in thought and replied, "I’m not sure if it counts as offensive; you just kept calling him 'hubby,' saying things like 'hubby don’t go' and 'hubby give me a kiss.' But don’t worry; you looked quite cute when you were being clingy."
"He was about to get off work but stayed the whole night because you held onto him."
"..."
Isn’t that offensive? If it went any further, it would be considered harassment!
I always knew that general anesthesia could lead to confusion and embarrassing outbursts, and I thought I would be the lucky one to avoid it. But unexpectedly...
At this point, I felt incredibly embarrassed. I quickly buried my head in the blanket and asked in a muffled voice, "What happened next?"
"Then he called you 'wife' all night to comfort you."
Me: ...
Seeing my expression turn sour, the nurse tried to reassure me, "There's no need to be shy. It's perfectly fine for young people in love to be open about it. Doctor Xu may seem reserved, but he's quite affectionate. I'm rooting for you two."
"..."
I rubbed my forehead and hurriedly shook my head in denial, "I'm really not his girlfriend; I was just rambling due to the aftereffects of the anesthesia."
The nurse simply sat down, poured me a glass of water, and began gesturing as she analyzed the situation for me.
"Do you think he wasn't aware of your state? You could call out randomly, but he responded so naturally. What does that indicate? Also, haven't you noticed that Doctor Xu looks at you differently than he does at others?"
I shook my head. The look he had given me before surgery when he warned me not to use my phone was indeed very different.
"He has kept his distance from female colleagues since joining the job; aside from work, he has no interactions with them. I've never seen him hold a girl's hand."
"I'm just a patient; he probably just feels sorry for me..."
Since my fracture, I had been unable to move much and hadn't washed my hair for almost a week. With a bare face, greasy hair, and the lingering smell from sleepless nights, anyone with eyes wouldn't fall for me at first sight.
The nurse pointed at the cup of water in my hand and shook the water jug. "The water in that jug? He fills it for you every morning."
I was about to argue when the nurse clapped her hands and raised her voice slightly, "But what's most crucial? He once mentioned that his fiancée is 166 cm tall, one year younger than him, has a round face, and dimples when she smiles. Just look at yourself; isn't that describing you?"
"But you've never seen a photo of her; how can you...?"
"Alright, enough of this! My shift is starting."
Before I could respond, the nurse interrupted and slipped away.
When my mom learned about my fracture, she hurriedly finished her work and took a bus to see me.
In the afternoon, just as I finished changing my bandages, she arrived. She set down the chicken soup she had prepared for me on the table. Just as I was about to drink it, she seemed restless and started urging me about marriage.
"Oh dear, this fall might not be such a bad thing; at least you've gotten out!"
"..."
I almost choked on a mouthful of chicken soup—
the ambulance had just pulled out.
It would have been better if it hadn't come at all.
"I heard your boyfriend works here?"
At that moment, I really couldn't hold it in any longer and sprayed soup everywhere.
I hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe my mouth, asking back while cleaning up,
"How could my boyfriend be here?!"
My mom shot me a glance, her lips curling into a smile, "You're almost thirty; there's no need to hide anything. I just saw him when I went to pay for you. He's the one performing your surgery, right? Tall and handsome, with a stable job. I'm very satisfied."
"With such a good match, are you worried about Mom and Dad not being satisfied? Pick a good time to bring him home for dinner. Hey, are you listening?"
"..."
"Who told you that? My goodness, this rumor has spread like wildfire!"
"The nurse at the payment desk said so. Even if it's a mess, it's still a good mess."
My mom chuckled.
"..."
I couldn't argue with her, so I quickly finished my meal and sent her away.
The next morning, I needed to fast for blood tests, and I was hoping that Doctor Xu would come.
Although I didn't want to face him, I still needed to apologize in person.
But after waiting several days, he never returned to my ward.
I was filled with anticipation when it was time for my CT scan, but the doctor on duty wasn't him either.
I didn't dare to ask, fearing it would lead to even more misunderstandings.
Fortunately, doctors in the hospital don't gossip openly, and no one brought it up again.
After enduring a week of hospital life where sitting felt like sitting on needles and standing was like limping around,
I was finally ready to be discharged.
My best friend came to pick me up while we waited for the car at the hospital entrance.
I leaned on my crutch and zoned out when she suddenly poked my arm, her voice full of disbelief: "Oh my gosh, am I seeing things? Is that Xu Jingnian?"
Hearing that somewhat familiar name, I lifted the brim of my hat and looked up in the direction she was pointing.
In the crowd, I immediately spotted those wild dog-like eyes.
He looked even more handsome without a mask.
Dressed casually, he had just gotten out of a car and walked towards the entrance with his colleagues before heading off alone toward the inpatient department.
Suddenly, I recalled the mortifying scene from after my general anesthesia and quickly looked away.
"Who is he?"
My best friend looked at me oddly and said, "You don't recognize him? Didn't we go to the same high school?"
"..."
I honestly nodded.
If I had met someone so handsome in high school, I would have had a crush on him for three years.
"Oh, I almost forgot. You weren't really at school back then. He was the legendary figure from our class, always ranking first, tall and handsome, and he could play the piano—definitely the school heartthrob."
"He was also the science top scorer during our college entrance exams and went to the Medical School at Peking University."
"The admissions office strongly suggested he apply to Guanghua, but he was determined to pursue medicine. Many people said it was a pity; there was even a related report..."
My friend kept rambling on about Xu Jingnian's glorious past, but I didn't absorb much of it.
I remembered that during high school, due to my poor health, I needed regular injections and medication, so my time at school could be counted on one hand.
In my second year, I chose to focus on Art Examination and spent most of my time training outside, rushing around for competitions and preparing for the unified exam.
By the time I returned, it was already the most intense stage of preparation for the college entrance exams.
Everyone was buried in their studies, overwhelmed by frequent mock exams.
I couldn't even recognize my classmates, let alone someone like him who was in a top-tier class on the other side of the school.
"With his qualifications, it's surprising he didn't stay in Beijing; instead, he came back to work at a private hospital here—what a waste..."
My friend's boyfriend, who was driving in front, suddenly said:
"Could it be that his girlfriend is here, so he came back?"
My friend replied, "Everyone has different choices; besides, private hospitals offer decent benefits."
The car slowly stopped at the entrance of my neighborhood. I snapped back to reality and nodded in agreement.
Other doctors said he had a fiancée; I guessed his girlfriend must be around here.
After resting at home for nearly a month, I finally could walk without relying on crutches.
Although I still limped a bit while walking, it didn't affect my normal work.
I went to an Art Examination institution to teach students, then visited my friend's house for dinner before leisurely walking home.
In the evening, I composed music, wrote songs, and released them...
The songs I released this year received quite a good response, so the music producer I collaborated with helped me turn them into an album.
This is my first personal album.
Originally just an obscure figure in the background, since the pre-sale didn't meet expectations, I decided to sign each copy myself.
After the official release, the publisher sent me some sample copies.
That day after dinner at my friend's house, the delivery happened to arrive.
On my way home, I stopped by the delivery station to pick it up.
The package was quite eye-catching; the publisher had thoughtfully designed a special box for it.
I recognized the design immediately and went to sign for it while holding the box.
When the delivery person signed for the package, he said, "Miss, this isn't your delivery."
I frowned and asked, "Is it for someone with the surname Gu?"
"No, it's for Mr. Xu Jingnian."
At that moment, another delivery person approached: "Two identical packages arrived today; yours should be this one."
The guy came over holding another identical box: "Gu Ti, Miss Gu, right? Please confirm the last four digits of your phone number..."
I glanced at the information on the package and nodded, "3721."
The guy chuckled, "This one belongs to Mr. Xu, 4728. You two seem quite fated."
"..."
On my way back with the package, my thoughts were racing.
Does Xu Jingnian listen to my songs too?
If he does, it would be nice if he bought an album to support me.
He bought a whole box...
What shocked me even more was that I saw the address on the package; he lives in the same building as I do.
Thinking about this, my first reaction was that I needed to find a chance to apologize to him quickly.
I didn't want rumors to reach his girlfriend; that would be a big problem.
So the next day, after having dinner at my best friend's house, I asked her what would be good to bring as an apology gift.
My friend pondered for a moment and then her eyes landed on a bag of apples on the table.
Her boyfriend had just gone out to buy some supplies and picked them up casually, but she never liked eating apples.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the bag and stuffed it into my arms.
"Apples are the most decent gift."
As she spoke, she gently patted the bag of apples in my arms and gave me a determined look.
I stared at the apples thoughtfully: "If I take these, won't there be any issues?"
She seemed worried that her boyfriend would come back and see us, so she hurriedly pushed me toward the door: "What issues could there be? Hurry up and go apologize; you'll definitely be forgiven."
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