What’s the experience of a boyfriend being a doctor?
My boyfriend, he gave me a gynecologist.
That’s fate. That’s good.
Zira…
The blue curtains were drawn.
The young male doctor, with his one-time medical gloves, looked at me with his dark, cold eyes, and he was impatient: “Why aren’t his pants off?”
“I’ve been trying to convince her!”
I squeezed my jeans on the side, licked my lower lip, and Arthur opened, “Can I change for a female doctor?”
“No!” his faceless refusal, “It’s 38 women’s day today, and the female doctor in the section is on leave for half a day. Hurry up, there’s plenty of patients back there.”
Damn, I didn’t think of this one.
My eyes are red, “Is that gonna help the doctor to carry it?”
The male doctor seemed to be patient, and he started to remove gloves, “If you’re not happy with me, go to the next office!”
Next door is a greasy, middle-aged bald man!
I was crying, and I grabbed his sleeve, and it was low: “Doctor, I haven’t been in love and I haven’t had sex, I’m… a little nervous.”
This is particularly true of women and men.
Think of me as a sophomore under the age of 20 who’s been single for so many years and has gynecology!
When the school doctor asked me to go to a regular hospital as soon as possible for treatment, I was going to explode.
It’s hard to get the courage, but it’s a male doctor.
Of course I know that in their professional opinion, there’s nothing different about pork in the vegetable market, but I can’t get through to myself.
He put his gloves back on, put them back on, and said, “Easy, we’re all professional, and you won’t have any influence in the future!”
A few minutes later, I lay in my eyes closed, and such a humiliating position made me so embarrassed that I couldn’t shake my head.
And very soon, his voice with a metallic sense sounded, “Yes!”
I opened a suture quietly, and I found him working on his back, and the female intern blinked at me, suggesting that I didn’t have to care.
And I put my pants on fire, and I went out of bed, and I ran through the curtains, and I sat in the chair which had been questioned before.
Pretend that nothing happened.
And he followed it very quickly, and he was like, “Get out there and wait for the results, and come out and show it to me.”
It turned out to be dark, and I took the list and found no one in his office.
Probably off duty.
Then show the next uncle that the most shameful part is over.
I was about to knock on the middle-aged doctor’s door next door, and the cold sound sounded, “Isn’t it for me?”
I looked back and saw him standing behind me.
He has at least an eight metre, an excellent jawline, and the radon of his throat is like a small hill, with a tall nostrils, narrow eyes, and a deep eyelid.
When God looks at people, there’s another hymn in the cold.
The rest of the sunset wraps him through the window and pulls out a long shadow, overwhelming me.
I didn’t realize he looked so good.
And the eyebrow and the aura, it’s a little like the next brother I liked when I was a teenager.
I followed him to the dispensary like a little daughter-in-law.
The female intern is not here.
I whispered, “I thought you were off duty!”
His voice doesn’t add up: “No, I’m still waiting for you!”
Ahh…
Here!
If you hadn’t given me a gynaecology test, I’d have been moved.
“Little fungus.”
“According to your previous description, it would have been the result of having gone to an unsanitary pool without wearing the right bathing suit.”
He had made a diagnosis, prescribed a number of medications, ordered some attention, diet, hygiene, not to wear too tight pants and low-quality underpants, and to stay ventilated.
“Thank you, Doctor!” I kept my head down and thought, “How can I keep the ventilation?”
But I’m too ashamed to ask.
But it seems he’s relaxed, cold and gentle as he’s nearing work: “As a drug, he’ll be better soon, without too much pressure, and the disease is common!”
“Oh!”
He knocked on the table again, suggesting that I looked at the two-dimensional code on his phone: “This is my tweet, you add it, you can review it if it doesn’t hurt, and you can consult me at any time.”
Huh?
Is that what doctors do now?
I hanged my hand and tried to say no: “Do I add every patient?”
He frowns, he knocks on the table, “Come on, I’m off.”
Once his attitude was bad, I scrambled, sent out his friend’s application and left in a hurry with his health insurance book.
When I was leaving, I looked at the video screen at the door of the clinic, which had been named Meng.
Nice name.
He only applied for it by my best friend at 10:00 p.m. and his real name was Wessan.
It must have been the hospital’s mission, and it’s still the number, and I didn’t take it seriously, so I let him lie on the phone.
I’ve been taking my medicine for five days, and I feel like I’m feeling better.
My roommate’s best friend told me to go to the library this night.
I haven’t eaten in half a month because I’m not feeling well, and I’m feeling a little light.
Not only did they order spicy wings, but they also made my best friend take a picture of me with the text: “Done these four big wings and save the diet till tomorrow!”
I’m not swallowing it. There’s voice calls coming in.
From Meng.
I shake my hands and the chicken wings fall on the table.
Since the fourth grade of primary school, one time when I had not taken the medication as prescribed by the doctor, and 20 minutes after being trained by a doctor, I have had a psychological shadow over the doctor.
Especially a bad doctor.
I’ll be right back.
I cleared my voice and pressed the answering button.
And before I could say hello, his voice was coming, fast, impatient, for sure, “You’re eating barbecue!”
“Aah I…”
“I told you to eat clean food, and you ate chicken wings, which is bad for your body’s recovery, and it’s roasted and easily carcinogenic.”
“Doctors hate patients like you who don’t follow their orders!”
I’m…
The chicken wings suddenly don’t smell, and I laugh twice: “I’m in the act, and we’re young.”
You already have a generation with our young.
Huh…
The silent smirk over the phone followed by a heartless question, “Are you well?”
“I don’t feel any pain!” It actually hurts a little, but I’m afraid he’ll scold me, so I lied a little.
“Why not review without pain?”
“I …”
He can’t say no: “Come tomorrow, I’ll be there!”
After that, and without waiting for my refusal, I hung up.
“Eat!”
My face shakes my head in pain: “I can’t eat it, eat it yourself, I’m going to the road.”
“The one you ordered, you have to pay! I can help you with the risk of getting fat.”
Aah!
What a world!
I can’t eat, I can’t pay, I can’t pay.
Damn Dr. Meng.
My best friend ate too much to walk around my neck and listen to me spit, and she breathed, “Ting, he wouldn’t like you!”
“No way!”
“How come I haven’t seen such a responsible doctor?”
“He’s a young man. He’s probably just working, so be passionate!”
I went to the clinic the next day and called me a doctor, and I couldn’t bear it. I went to the clinic with the hysteria and I was ready to take off my pants.
It was at that point that the collar was snuck out.
Meng’s voice sounded cold: “Sister, I saw this patient before and this time I’ll do it.”
I couldn’t resist, and I was dragged into his clinic.
As usual, I was in a familiar bed, and I was the familiar intern.
She remembers me, blinking at me.
Dr. Meng’s deep eyes grazed my leg, frowning, “Why are you dressed like this?”
It’s still March and it’s still cold, but my legs are exposed in the air, and even more embarrassingly, my legs are dry with white skin.
And I laughed, “I was wearing a pair of panty socks, and I was crushed by a boy’s umbrella when I squeezed the subway.”
A big hole isn’t beautiful, so just take it off. The guy insisted on paying me $100. I made 60!
I didn’t find a place to buy socks on the way. I was afraid I’d miss my appointment, so I had to come to the hospital first.
Dr. Meng took a long breath and looked at me with a flimsy look.
When I went out, he was like, “Go buy a pair of pants and put it on, if the cold is bad for your recovery.”
Ooh…
Evil!
I got up and opened the door, and the next patient came in, and I heard him say, “Sorry, that patient was in rehab and took your time.”
Sister smiled, “It’s okay, I understand!”
I’m mad at myself: I don’t understand why you’re so gentle to others and mean to me!
I turned around and found a pair of stockings at the hospital’s commissary.
My heart’s bleeding, but I’m afraid I’ll get a list and I’ll lose face.
But it’s warm and warm.
The report, as usual, was received at night, and there were no more patients.
I gave him the list, and his eyebrows wrinkled, “It’s not good, are you on time?”
I cut the iron, “Yes!”
He raised his head from the medical report, and the black eyes were bound to fall on me, and to open my soul, he asked, “Did you…
“No no no no no,” I said, “I really didn’t eat, I swear, if I lied, I’d end up dead!”
My oath was too lethal, and he turned his eyes away, and his long fingers knocked on the table, and he seemed to wonder why.
The air was in a strange quiet, and I was licking my lips, and he suddenly said, “Do you always wear these pants?”
Me?
It’s like, “This is how we wear it.”
It’s beautiful.
My legs look good in socks!
“Do you wash your socks separately from your close pants, and if you wash them in combination, it is likely that they will not be prolonged.”
Huh?
“Yes, yes…” I hesitated to answer, “but I’d throw it in a tub all night after I had a bath. The next day, the water will wash.”
“Why not open separately …”
Jesus!
Is this a consultation or a confession?
I’m weak and I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak, I’m weak.
There was another one, which I would have been lazy to buy if it had been broken, and the other clothes had been thrown into the dormitory and only the personal clothes had been washed.
He groaned short and helplessly and began to prescribe.
I ran away from the scene with a health insurance card, and I took my medicine and I went back to school.
“Go, take you to the hospital canteen for dinner!”
I have every cell that says no, but his reasons are so great: “Let me show you what the right diet is.”
I’m…
I’m not a three-year-old.
But I saw his cold, impatient eyes!
He was followed by him.
There is no choice.
Even the payment was refused because the internal cafeteria was using staff cards.
It’s cheap for a cabbage.
We sell eight bucks in the cafeteria!
So cheap, Dr. Meng ordered only four dishes, and one was veggie.
That’s a small amount of food.
Snack.
It turns out I’m thinking too much. He’s watching me eat.
He won’t take off his mask!
Is he ugly enough to see anyone?
“Doesn’t Dr. Meng eat?”
“I’m not hungry for lunch!”
“Don’t you feel bored wearing masks in the cafeteria?”
Get used to it! He was quiet and dragged the steamed eggs of the meatloaf before me and picked them with a pair of chopsticks.
I was astonished: “How do you know I don’t eat onions?”
His actions were nuanced, and he was silent for about five seconds, and he said, “Onions are also stimulating foods, eat less!”
Is that so?
Something’s wrong with me!
Isn’t this Dr. Meng really into me?
Impossible!
We’ve never seen it before, and although I’m kind of cute, it’s not the kind of two-faced, deep-seated type.
Don’t be shy, girl!
Forget it!
My principle is to think tomorrow about things I don’t understand.
Tomorrow and tomorrow, how many will it be until a day when I will forget it!
He picks up onions and hands me the meatloaf steamed eggs: “You eat first, I’m going to do something!”
So you’re leaving?
I was filled with joy, watching his back and leaving tears for the rice-diners.
There’s someone staring at me. I can’t let go.
Now I can finally do my real strength.
I eat so good that it tastes better than in our school canteen, and I can’t afford to order four dishes in the canteen.
Dr. Meng is very generous.
My mouth is like a goldfish, and as soon as I look at it, the missing Dr. Meng appears again.
Just standing across the street looking at me.
I had a long hiccup wrapped in a mouthful of rice, and it slipped out.
Jesus!
Find a hole and bury me!
I’ve got a red face all the way to my neck: “Dr. Meng Hiccup What are you doing back Hiccup?”
He took out a cheesy, red-red face basin about 40 centimeters in diameter from behind and put it on my next seat: “This is your missing face basin, take it back and wash your clothes separately.”
Back on the subway, almost everyone has to look at my big face.
I’m naked and my heart is raving: Why buy me a can of this grandmother? Don’t fairies like me deserve a nice, pink-looking little facebasket within 25 centimeters?
He entered the school and met many acquaintances.
I’d rather have this face on my head, but it’s deep enough!
Back to the dorm, a couple of roommates came to hear from the face, saying, “So romantic, this is your love letter!”
I’m going to blow!
I’m going to give them this stamina in their arms, but none of them are going to…
The big face is still mine!
Uh-oh.
This ecstasy.
And before I finished the recital, I said, “I think Dr. Meng is like my first love, and you say it’s not really him?”
Cut…
People are sniveling, “The last time you saw a brother on the road, you said the same thing.”
“and last time ”
“What do you look like?”
Speaking of my first love, it’s a sad love story.
He’s my neighbor’s big brother, Shen Siu. He was seven years older than me, and he was a second in fourth grade.
It’s white, thin, tall and cold.
At that time, little girls had the idea that they liked each other, and so many of them said they liked who they liked and who they liked, and I said I liked silence to fit in and look so special.
Everybody thinks I’m cool.
A group of girls came together to write love letters saying who didn’t send out who was the dog.
I also copied a copy, which means that you wait for me to marry you and be your wife to give birth to you.
I didn’t know what the process was.
I sent the letter out that night.
The next day, when they came to school, they didn’t give it all!
I’m alone.
And they laughed at me: “You’re so strong, you really gave it.”
I don’t know, but I’d love to slap them.
Waiting for days, she moved away.
It was only then that I knew that he was going back to his place of origin to take a high examination and that he had gone back a year earlier to adapt.
Hey!
So my love, my love, died unchallenged, pure and pitiful.
Since then, I’ve decided that even though I can’t remember what he looks like, he’s my first love forever.
I dreamt of him the other night, and I called my silent brother, who turned around, wearing a mask, and woke me up alive with a big red face.
I touched the phone and found out he sent me a tweet at 8:00: What to wear today, film it to me!
Is this all for inspection?
I washed up and took a picture of myself in the mirror.
He quickly returned the message that the jeans were too tight, that they were a little looser, and that they were just below the waist, with no need to show their faces.
I’m…
So you’re gonna cut me?
In the next few days, I turned those two under-barrel sweatpants around.
I’ll cut his back on time once a day.
I can’t wait to get back because I don’t want to wear sweatpants anymore.
Finally, a week later, I felt like I was in the hospital early in the morning with my ass upside down.
My best friend said that Dr. Meng had a warm face and asked me to bring something to thank him, after all he had asked for dinner.
That makes sense!
So I bought a pear from the school and took it to the subway.
What a great sense of pear!
Of course there’s a thief near the hospital, and I’m a student party, and I can save it.
He’s not here.
The last time the doctor was called, she talked to me, she was very good.
But I’m a little lost.
I turned around with a pear around the entire room, and I couldn’t find him, waiting for the report, and I went to the hospital’s mini-mart, and I found the same guy’s big face.
I took a look, and the devil asked, “Doesn’t there be a red?
The young shopkeeper shook his head: “No, it was the last one left, bought last week.”
“Doctor Bombay?”
“How do you know?”
Ahh…
I can’t say what it feels like.
Turns out he picked a unique red one in thousands of ugly faces.
Was it intentional or random?
The results of this review were good, and the doctors said it would be possible to stop the drugs and then pay more attention to food and hygiene.
I couldn’t help but send him a tweet: I’m good! Dr. Meng, I’ll never see you again.
He goes back: Hmm.
Boom!
I don’t care if I get what I want.
When he arrived at the entrance of the school, he found another ten minutes ago: “The hospital does not need to see him again, or he has a chance”.
There’s a fucking chance.
Our lives don’t intersect at all.
The next evening, Mom called me and told me she’d contacted her.
This is some fairy tale.
We were all high in the bedroom, and together we were excited to meet again eight years after my first love, and we all came out to make a new, sweet and sexy look for me.
He said he was on the second floor wearing a black jacket.
I step on my heels and step up the stairs, and I see the man sitting by the window.
He had a clean, short black hair, a straight pen, a long, clean white finger, and a dark cup of coffee, with an unspoken beauty.
And the half of it, the tall nose, the perfect lips…
I’m dying!
About heard something, he turned around.
I saw his five officials clearly, and the time was fixed at this moment.
I can’t believe it.
No way!
It’s not such a coincidence.
He stood up, smiled like a million years of ice melted, “What are you doing standing there, sit down!”
This familiar voice line.
I’m gonna blow it up.
I’m not going anywhere!
And I fled with my bag, and today I wear an eight-centimeter heel of my best friend for the sake of beauty, and I came down with an agitation, and heard only one sound, as if my feet were stung.
I couldn’t wait to keep running, but my arm was caught, and Meng’s tone recovered: “Was it a stomp? Let me see!”
I don’t!
I want to be a fairy in front of the first love god, and I don’t want him to know he’s just had a gynecology.
I struggled to leave, and suddenly there was a voice of suspense down the stairs: “Yun-ting, who is this?”
I look at it and it’s a coincidence to die.
The next pair is Zhang Zhao and his girlfriend Su-chung from our class.
In junior year, I was close to Zhang Zhao, and for a while I was confused and everyone thought we were going to be together.
But he suddenly had a girlfriend after a summer break and several times suggested that I don’t like him and look for my own happiness.
I’m…
I’ve never told you before. Don’t be so self-centered.
Even worse, Su-ching has always treated me as an imaginary enemy, and even when two people met me on the way together, he looked down on me with contempt.
Your shit, I can’t see it.
Right now, they’re staring at me.
I stood up and smiled: “Ah, he is my happiness!”
Zhang Zhao’s face became ugly at this moment, while Su-chun smiled and didn’t laugh at his mouth: “Your boyfriend, how old do you look?”
“Big and steady, you don’t understand!”
I swayed on purpose next door to Mon-soon: “Lian, my feet hurt. Help me sit over there!”
I can’t even look him in the eye, I can’t but pray in my heart that he will cooperate.
I’m so childish.
It was like he was close to me and the smell of familiar disinfection wrapped me up.
I didn’t really like the smell, just like that, and I felt like I was light.
He looked thin, but he hugged me almost a hundred pounds, and he didn’t take any effort.
I struggled, and he whispered in my ear: “Don’t move, I’m playing with you.”
The tone is still a little impatient.
I’ll stomp and sit down.
He was kneeling on one knee and he was walking down my heels.
The hand that was holding the coffee cup held my toe and turned gently and asked, “Does that hurt?”
“This way…”
Hiss…
I took a breath, and he was like, “It shouldn’t be a big deal. I’m gonna go buy some drugs and spray, and I’m gonna change your foot heels.”
“I’ll change when I get back to the dorm.”
Now change!
There’s no place to buy shoes.
I was in my stomach, and I saw him pull a bag out of the table.
It’s a pair of dark pink sneakers, the most basic style, the insatiable look of powder, the beauty of straight men, and the color that plaza ladies might not like.
His brief explanation: “Attendance, and…”
He pulled out another bag with three identical pink brands of pure cotton socks.
“The socks that are often worn are easy to get feet on, and the pure ones are better for you!”
I’m…
This moment, I don’t know what to say but thank you.
It’s so touching. You gave me a big face bowl and now you give me shoes and socks.
He bought medicine in the pharmacy next door, and I went downstairs in Zhang and Suqing’s complicated eyes, and he stopped downstairs at OdiA3.
I can’t dare!
Walking like flying, running away.
Go back to the roommates and tell them we’re all moving.
It’s your destiny to say that you are the masters of the story!
I turned over the white eye: Can’t you see his terrible aesthetic? And don’t you think it’s super awkward? He was, but he did that to me!
I have no more secrets before him.
The roommates laugh and laugh: If you don’t like it, you can share his contacts.
That won’t work.
How can we share it with you hungry wolves?
This temper, the beauty of the shaking of the soul, shall I bear it alone.
But today Zhang Zhao and Suqing’s shocking and somewhat envious look is a relief.
Fuck off.
The noble fairies don’t look like you. I have the prince of Audi.
And though I’m mad at my roommates, when I think of the way he’s crouching down and holding my feet, I’m ashamed to look red.
I put my foot in the face of my bedmate next door, and I said, “Do you smell my feet?”
As a result, she was beaten a few times with a chubby pillow.
His identity has changed from a doctor to an old man. Something’s different.
It was only then that I knew that after she had remarried, he followed his stepfather’s last name, who, according to him, was very nice to him, as if he had been.
As long as we don’t see each other, it doesn’t seem that awkward to talk on the Internet.
But he’s busy. Every time he returns, my information is simple.
I couldn’t help but talk about it, and I made a slight accusation: “When you asked me to take a half-shot before, it was ugly, and next time I did not do it to another patient.”
“I don’t believe in other women.”
Ahh…
Then I’ll be the one? My heart will bang.
“And if you show up, it will affect my judgment and my work.” He added another sentence.
I’ll roll over in bed with my phone.
It’s hitting me, absolutely!
But I can’t take it back, either.
I went to class the next day and found out that the health insurance was still in the bag.
I pulled it out and put it on the table with the rest of the books, and I went to the bathroom with my best friend, and when I came back I saw Suzeng looking through my health insurance book.
I’ll go over there and grab it, “You’re sick, you’re going through my things without my permission!”
Suqing smiled, “I didn’t know you had a sexually transmitted disease!”
She said she took out a wet tissue and wiped her hands, like she was afraid of being infected.
“You’re full of shit, I’m a common disease…”
There are boys in the class. I have a low-skinned, gynecological disease.
“Suqing, you don’t spray shit, you don’t go through her health insurance book in private without Ting’s permission, it’s an invasion of her privacy!” I’ll sue you if you’re lying again. My boyfriend’s in law school.”
Zhang Zhao also took a hand with Su-young, which was temporarily divided.
But that’s not what happened.
The class looked at me strangely, especially since Su-Ying told me I had an older boyfriend with an Audi.
There are rumors in private that I was sick because I was out there.
It’s a little shame to have a gynecology, and I’m a little fairy who can’t speak out, explain that these people don’t believe it, and maybe I can copy my medical history, but I don’t want to reveal my privacy.
I can’t even find the source of the gossip. I just feel so miserable.
The mood is very low.
I couldn’t help but throw out a gruesome circle of friends and, of course, block our class.
More than an hour later, Meng Yi called in.
“You’re not happy?”
“Well, it’s a little.” I’m a little insensitive.
“I have 10 minutes to tell you why you’re not happy.”
I’m…
What I thought he was going to say softly to me was that I had too much to hope for.
“No, your time is precious. I won’t take it. Bye!”
I’m going to hang up, and there’s his slightly higher voice: “Wait, I’ll figure it out. I can actually move it out for 20 minutes.”
He slows down, “You can talk slowly, I’m listening.”
It’s just that sometimes the cold people start stabbing up.
I woke up and whispered all these days.
In the back, I choked: “I’m sorry, am I really useless and I can’t stand in front of everyone and shout, “Shut up, I’m not sick.”
“It may not be useful to shout. It’s a pain in the ass. Don’t worry about those people. His consolation is a bit dry, but I’m feeling a lot better.
There’s a rush on the other side of the phone: “Mong-soon, I’ve been looking for you for half a day. Why are you hiding here?
Aah!
So he’s really important.
I said thank you. Just hang up.
His tweet came in very quickly: I’m in a major study, not on CS these days. Don’t think about it until I get back!
A few hours later, he sold me the phone and said I had something to say.
The school’s most recent epidemic control, and I’ve repeatedly confirmed that it’s my stuff, and I’m confused to go to the North Gate to get it.
OH…
Two cases of glucose rehydration.
It really fits his doctor.
But this is 24 bottles!
One of the runners looked at me with a complicated look: “Your boyfriend has a message saying that when you’re depressed, it’s nice to have something sweet, and I don’t know if he’s sweet or mean!”
I’ve been on my way and thinking about it.
By the way, I forgot to explain that Meng Yi is not my boyfriend.
I can’t handle it. I’m gonna call my roommate.
At that point, a boy suddenly stopped across the street from me and said, “Are you the girl I broke the stocking?”
It’s true. It’s a coincidence he’s from our school.
And then he took two drinks, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them, and he took them.
“How embarrassing!”
“I’m sorry, but I’ll have a drink.”
I’ll take one of my own, and he won’t die and say it’s nothing to him.
I’ll open a bottle and hand it to him.
He sprained a sip, and his face was like, “Your taste is special!”
I was laughing a few times.
Especially not me, Dr. Meng.
He pulls out his cell phone: “Leave me a message, I’m Li Li Liang, and I’ll be able to find you later!”
We added Wesson. He saw me in the dorm.
The roommates came to share my glucose drinks.
One emotion: wow… that’s the sweet taste of love.
But since it’s so sweet, why don’t you take a sip? Drink up!
I opened a bottle myself, slowly sip it.
It’s a lot better than I thought. It’s really sweet.
I’m laughing silently. Sweetness really makes people feel better.
Rumours didn’t stop, but I’m a lot cooler myself.
Two days later, the head of the class informed me that next week there will be a lecture on the physical health of women, and that it would be best for all female students to attend.
** Hospital is my hospital.
As a result of the calculation of activity credits and the fact that such lectures are closer to everyday than any other, there are a large number of applicants, including male students.
Our dorms are all gone.
I can’t believe she’s the sister of Meng-sun, the doctor I saw.
She saw the boys and smiled softly: “All the boys present are very conscious, and all your future girlfriends are blessed.”
Everyone smiled and the awkward atmosphere eased.
She explained in detail the distinction between STDs and general gynaecology, the means of transmission, and preventive measures.
And finally, the particular point is: “A lot of people are wrong about the fact that they can’t have these diseases without having sex, which is actually the wrong idea, because you were there with a patient before me, because she went to the unsanitary pool and got infected without paying attention.”
“As soon as they become ill, they will be treated in a timely manner, with no consequences for future lives …”
Speaking of which, she smiled at me.
The lectures ended in a pleasant atmosphere, and the rumors surrounding me were self-defeating.
At the end of her lecture, she was dragged by the head of the hospital, and I was waiting in the hallway she had to go through to say thank you in person.
She’s answering the phone since she got out.
There was no one in the hallway, and her voice was not low, and I heard it from a pillar.
“Lian, you’ve been there for over a week, I don’t know how much I miss you!”
“You came back to buy me dinner, and I did you a big favor, and I wouldn’t have come to this lecture if you hadn’t spoken.”
“You have to come back soon. I really miss you!”
She’s going to look for something and turn her phone off on speaker, and I heard Meng’s slightly tired voice coming from the phone: “Thank you very much, and I’d love to come back early.
For a moment, I just felt like the whole person had been thrown in a hole.
I hit him so hard I woke up.
She looked in my direction and I shrunk my neck so she wouldn’t see me.
At night, I was hiding under the covers and looking at the chat records.
I’ve been talking too much, and he’s always been a simple word.
A big-faced tub, shoes and socks, and a box of drinks, that doesn’t mean anything, just a big brother’s concern for his sister.
Mom said she asked Meng Lianto to take care of me.
I was thinking too much.
I’m the one who made love.
I looked over and over and over the chat, and I felt more and more impatient and perfunctory in his simple reply.
And he’s often late in responding, perhaps hoping that I can get back.
“Don’t decide so quickly, ask him! Maybe you misunderstood.”
I had the courage to send a message: “Do you have a girlfriend?
He said, “Not yet, but I have someone I like.”
And at the behest of my best friend, I went on to say, “Who, do I know?”
“I think I know you!” He goes back, “As for who, I’ll tell you when I get back!”
I looked at my best friend in tears, and she held me in a sigh: “Hey, no hope, cry if you want!”
I wowed crying out.
I didn’t realize that at this moment, although he had a lot of chubby, I really liked him.
It’s so strong that I can’t eat for days, and I’ve lost three pounds a week, and I’ve been asked what I eat and what I fix.
In the meantime, Li Li Liang suddenly appeared in my life.
The mini-mart can see him, the canteen can see him, and in class.
He added my best friend’s tweet.
We were invited to tea and milk for the entire dormitory.
They say he likes me.
Huh…
I’ve done it once more. How dare I?
And I don’t like him!
Dr. Meng is still in touch with me on an occasional basis, which is simple, and once mentioned that he wants to finish his studies quickly.
I guess I miss you.
I don’t want to go back to him, but I can’t hold back every time I see him.
He doesn’t have a girlfriend. I’m not a third person right now!
It’s hard for me to hear back from him, it’s harder for me to hear back from him.
That’s it. It’s my 20th birthday.
The roommates wanted me to be happy with the cake and dinner and the KTV, the whole process.
Two sons-in-law are here, and Li Lian is here.
I’m not interested, but I’m trying to keep them smiling and pretending to be happy.
Have a good dinner. Let’s go to KTV.
Dr. Meng asked me to send him a location.
I sent KTV ‘ s location to him without much thought. He also gave him the box number at his request.
Maybe it’s a “special” gift from the delivery rider. I just sent a circle of friends at dinner to say “Happy birthday to everybody.”
After a few songs, the music in the box suddenly stopped.
Lee’s face is red, he’s holding a box of Schwartz’s, and he kneels on one knee: “Yun-ting, I like you. How about being my girlfriend? I promise I’ll always be nice to you. I’ll spend every birthday of yours with you.”
The people in the box started to hoist: together.
I licked my lips and I thought about how to say no, and the door was suddenly pushed.
There’s a big red rose in the mouth of the Monroe duster.
Even though he was tired at first glance, his eyes looked at me, but it was brightened.
At this moment, he compared the boys in the box.
And he went straight to me, and he shoved that big bunch of roses into my hand, and he smiled a little.
“I’ll be here soon, happy birthday, my future daughter-in-law!”
Me?
When will I become your future daughter-in-law?
He pulls out a little self-contained bag from his pocket and takes out a yellow letter from it: “You wrote it yourself, I’ll keep it, you won’t deny it!”
He said that he was going to read.
I’ll go. It’s a shame. I’ll grab his wrist.
And I am a blind, blind, yellow necklace, and he drags me out of the box.
When he got out of KTV, he found a place to hide, and he put me on the wall and kissed me.
I remember that kiss a long time later, and I laughed at him: your skills were so bad, you touched my teeth several times.
I wasn’t much better. I accidentally bit his mouth off.
He said, “It is too soon.”
He did not expect to go out for less than two months, and there were other wolves around me, and he thought he was the only one who saw my meat.
He was afraid I was running off with someone else, so he wanted to put his mark on.
As for that obscurant phone call, I totally misunderstood it.
She’s a distant relative, and she’s married and has children.
His taste is still poor, and the aesthetics of every holiday are abominablely distorted.
But I was happy to keep it, because he gave me what he thought was the best, and his mind was valuable, and his taste could be developed slowly.
It’s a little hard though.
I think that if there is no perfect man in the world, I can get it back, and I should be grateful.
It’s not good to have a doctor as a boyfriend. He’s too busy to date.
Maybe that’s it. Every date we have is precious and fresh.
What’s the experience of a boyfriend being a doctor? – The witch is the answer.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
