my private life

I was in the hospital for three weeks.

When Dr. Xia told me in her office that I could be discharged in a day or two, I felt a little sad.During these days in the hospital, I have become used to reviewing my homework on the hospital bed full of Lysol smell, no longer caring about everything outside, just studying quietly.Besides, I have a beautiful and gentle teacher, a teacher that only I have.

I really don't want to go home, but hospitalization costs money, and the hospital beds are also very tight, so I won't be allowed to stay any longer.Because of this unsurprising news, my mood suddenly fell to a trough, "No one can help me study when I go home." I muttered softly, also testing Dr. Xia's reaction.

I don't know if my voice was too low for her to hear me, or if she deliberately ignored me. Dr. Xia, who was taking notes on duty, didn't speak.

The room was very quiet, only the rustling of our writing.I felt so bored, and wrote so heavily on the test paper that the tip of the pen poked a small hole in the paper. "Can I still ask you questions after I leave the hospital?" I was really unwilling to ask loudly.

She still bowed her head and wrote without saying a word, as if I was not in the room at all.

Her indifference makes me unhappy and irritable, can I say something, I'm not a dog's skin plaster, I can't leave her because of stickiness.I felt even more bored, so I stood up abruptly and picked up the textbooks on the table.

"Rare!" The fire in my heart was roaring, and I knew that my inexplicable anger was unreasonable, but I just couldn't control it.I snorted loudly to let her know my displeasure.

With a clap, Dr. Xia put the pen in his hand heavily on the table. Because of too much force, the dark blue ink splashed onto the paper and blew into a small piece on the record she had just made. "Did I say I won't help you?" She raised her head and stared at me.A pair of beautiful big eyes contained anger and helplessness.

I was stunned, but I was still muttering, not to be outdone, "I'm sleepy, go back to sleep."

"I'll leave you my cell phone number, you can come to me anytime you want." She snatched my textbook from my hand and put it on the table, "I'm not a small person with a bad temper, let you do it." Have you finished your English test paper? Don’t go back if you haven’t finished it!” She glared at me, tore off the ink-stained duty record with a snap, crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

I was scolded, and I sat back at the desk with my head down, honestly spread out the test paper that was almost finished, and started to do it again.The resentment just now disappeared in an instant, and I smiled to myself.There was both joy and embarrassment in the laugh.

"Why are you laughing again? It's Zhu Bajie who has become Monkey King, and he changed his face quite quickly." Dr. Xia looked at me with his head on his hands and sneered.

I can't tell her what I really think in my heart. I think she must also understand the reason for my happiness, and I am asking questions knowingly.

"I am Monkey King, and you are the beautiful and kind Tathagata Buddha." I grinned at her.In fact, I just made this metaphor a casual joke, and I never thought of the deeper meaning of this sentence-Sun Wukong can't escape the palm of the Tathagata Buddha.

Dr. Xia looked at me thoughtfully, and after a long time, he chuckled lightly, "You have a sweet mouth." I buried my head in the test paper with joy in my heart.

My parents took me home two days later.Before leaving, I didn't see Dr. Xia.Everything has been packed, I sat by the bed and found all kinds of excuses to delay the time, I think she knows that I will go home this morning, so she should show up in the ward.

I had an excuse to say goodbye to the sister nurses who took care of me these days and went to the medical office.As soon as the head nurse saw me, she said that Dr. Xia had an operation in the morning.

"I'm here to say goodbye to everyone. Thank you sisters for taking care of me these days." I was a little disappointed that I didn't see the person I wanted to see.

"Mo Fan, you can recognize Dr. Xia as your sister." The head nurse joked with me, "I think Dr. Xia also likes you. No patient has ever attracted her so much attention."

Of course I hope to recognize Dr. Xia as my sister, but is she willing?I chatted and laughed with the nurses for a while and then left.

When I got home, I kept thinking about Dr. Xia.I like her because she is beautiful and gentle, and she gives me unconventional care for my patient, which makes me have the urge to be close to her.

Why does Dr. Xia only take special care of me as a patient?Maybe at the beginning she cared more about me than other patients because I was her first patient, and then it was me who was clinging to me, asking her questions with a shy face, but she was too embarrassed to shirk.

In other words, this is completely my "wishful thinking". Dr. Xia may have forgotten me at this moment, and she has a new patient who needs her care.

Thinking about it like this makes me feel a little silly for being so sticky these days.Soon, I overturned my conclusion.If Dr. Xia treats me like an ordinary patient, she has no obligations or responsibilities to help me with my homework, and she has n normal reasons to refuse my request, but why didn't she do this, but like Treat me like a little sister, patiently helping me?

She likes me, my silly little sister.It must be because she has only one younger brother, and they can't meet yet, so she is willing to treat me as her younger sister.

This inference was quickly denied by Dr. Xia himself.

After a week of recuperation at home, I couldn't sit still.When she is free, she always thinks about Dr. Xia, wondering what she is doing these days, is she dating that handsome man?When she came home from work, was she alone or with her friends?

No one has ever made me miss and worry so much.On Sunday, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to go to Dr. Xia.

"Mom, I want to eat dumplings at noon." Actually, I was thinking of sending them to Dr. Xia.

My mother didn't know what I was thinking. She said that it was enough for lunch, and there were leftovers in the refrigerator. "What dumplings are you eating? You spent a lot of money in the hospital, so let's save some money."

"I have a lot of questions I want to ask Dr. Xia, so I can't just let others help me for nothing. I'll make the dumplings and send them to her." My reason couldn't be more legitimate, and my mother naturally agreed.

Before the dumplings were cooked, I called Dr. Xia first.When she knew that I was sending her dumplings at noon, she didn't seem very enthusiastic, at least not as enthusiastic as I imagined.

"I also sorted out some questions to ask you," her hesitation made me nervous, for fear that she would reject me.In my panic, I even used honorifics, "If you don't have time, or..." I felt like I was about to cry.

Well, before I finished speaking, Dr. Xia's soft voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'll be waiting for you at the hospital gate in 40 minutes."

"Mom, cook the dumplings!" As soon as I heard what she said, I still held the microphone in my hand, so I shouted at the top of my voice.

"God, you're really deafening." Dr. Xia giggled, "Be careful on the road, I'll be waiting for you." After she finished speaking, she pressed the phone.

My home is only three stops away from the hospital, and half an hour later I happily appeared at the hospital gate.

Dr. Xia in a dress was standing there waiting for me. I hadn't seen her for a few days and she seemed to have become more beautiful. I couldn't help staring at her.

She immediately took the thermos from my hand, "Look at you, why are you walking in such a hurry, you're sweating. Does the wound hurt?" She asked with concern, and reached out to touch my sweaty skin. nose.

"I'm not..." I wanted to say, "Didn't I miss you?" But in the middle of the sentence, I hurriedly changed my words, "I'm worried that the dumplings will be cold."

She didn't say anything more, she took my arm and walked towards the hospital's family area.Along the way, she patted my back from time to time, "Stand up straight. Does your wound hurt?"

I am in the period of physical development, and my breasts are changing day by day.Like many shy girls of my age, I purposely wear a loose school uniform all day long, and walk with my back on my back to retract my increasingly protruding breasts.

I shook my head, embarrassed to explain anything to her. "The wound doesn't hurt anymore. Why do you walk around with your back on your back? It's so ugly when you grow up. Hold your chest up and head up." She patted my buttocks and ordered, but her tone was full of caring.

I straightened up my chest slightly, and her eyes stayed there for a few seconds, as if she was visually measuring the size of the two round spots, and then giggled.

I laughed too, taking a sneak peek at her plump breasts that trembled slightly from walking.I secretly compared it with our physics teacher's—a nickname given to her by a boring classmate as chemical reaction—Dr. Xia didn't have a chemical reaction, but she was still plump.

"Walk with your eyes on the road, and worry about falling again." Dr. Xia discovered my "peeping" and touched me with the arm that was holding me.

I pursed my lips tightly, trying not to let myself laugh out loud.Because I thought of a time when the physics teacher on the podium broke the buttons of her clothes, and the students in the first few rows could see her pink tits cover.

"Looking at your bad face, you probably didn't think of anything good." She gave me a blank look.

Worried that she would misunderstand me and think I was yelling at her, I hurriedly told her the joke.As a result, she smiled and sighed, "Hey, silly adolescent boy."

While we were talking, we entered the house.Standing at the entrance, I was stunned by everything in front of me.As a talent introduced by the hospital, Dr. Xia enjoyed a two-bedroom welfare house allocated by the hospital.I thought that she, who is beautiful and fashionable, must have a very particular home environment, at least clean and comfortable, but the mess in the house is beyond my imagination.

There are more than a dozen pairs of various shoes stacked in the entrance, most of which are black high-heeled shoes.The combination cabinet and the coffee table are full of various odds and ends, the undressed clothes are placed on the armrest and back of the sofa, and an open magazine is on the TV.I can't believe this is where a hygienic doctor lives.

"Is it messy?" Dr. Xia was not embarrassed by the mess in her home, "I don't have time to clean it up, and I don't know how to clean it up." She handed me a pair of plastic slippers.

I tried my best to hide my surprise and entered the living room.I actually found a ball of cashmere sweater next to the TV in the combination cabinet. I picked up the cashmere sweater that was crumpled like a rag and put it neatly on the sofa.

"Don't worry about them, you tidy up your front feet, and it will be messy again in a while. Wash your hands and eat, I'm hungry." Dr. Xia went into the bathroom by himself.

I followed her to wash my hands.She took out two pairs of disposable chopsticks, "I don't need to wash the bowls." We sat on the sofa, just like eating pot stickers last time, and took turns holding dumplings from the thermos.

Although my mother is nagging but very diligent, our hut is always tidy.I have also developed the habit of being tidy, and I feel extremely uncomfortable looking at the messy environment.

This time I ate faster, and when I was done, I stood up and helped her clean the room.Dr. Xia leaned back on the sofa, dissuading me, "Forget it, let's leave it at that. Don't you have a question to ask?"

"You rest for a while, I eat too much, do some work to help digestion." Like a hardworking bee, I started to pack up.Dr. Xia nestled on the sofa and said nothing more.

Soon I wiped the dust off the table, put together some books and magazines, and stuffed a change of clothes into the washing machine.The room looked less cluttered.

Dr. Xia sat there while I was working, and I could feel her eyes following me.I couldn't help but look back at her, the movements of my hands stopped, Dr. Xia looked at me in a daze, his eyes were bright, as if there were tears welling in their sockets.

When our eyes met, she turned her face away and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

I was even more surprised than when I entered the room just now. I didn't know what to say, so I pretended I didn't see anything, turned around and went to the bathroom to get a mop to wipe the floor.

Doctor Xia raised his head with a calm expression on his face.I think I must have been hallucinating just now. "You can't do physical work, let me wipe the floor." She stood up and stopped in front of me, holding the mop handle with her hand.

"It's okay, I'm not tired." I didn't let go and insisted on wiping the floor.

Dr. Xia standing in front of me touched my face, "Fanfan, you remind me of an old friend." There was a bit of sadness in her tender eyes.

The first time she called me by my nickname, I was very excited, but looking at her feelings, I was a little at a loss. "Do I look like your old friend?"

She looked at me and shook her head, "Not all." After a pause, she said with a smile, "Go and rest for a while, be obedient."

I sat back on the couch and watched her mop the floor.She started to do housework, far less serious than when she was working, and wiped the floor in a perfunctory way with a few whimpers.

It turned out that she liked my society because I was like an old friend of hers.I was wondering if the person she missed was also a woman?What is their relationship, classmates or friends?