I smiled awkwardly, confused, and quickly withdrew my hand, linking arms with Ryan
again.
Ryan laughed, “I didn’t expect the usually germaphobic Dr. Quinn to actually shake hands voluntarily. You’ve changed quite a bit in a year, at least you seem like a normal person
now…”
Seemingly realizing his words were a bit inappropriate, Ryan quickly added,
embarrassed, “No, no, that’s not what I meant, haha.”
James didn’t mind, he didn’t even look at him, but glanced at me and said, “It’s okay, what
you said is indeed very accurate.”
Me, “Hehe, hehe…”
How come I don’t believe it at all.
James didn’t chat for long before turning to leave. I was itching with curiosity, and when no one was around, I pulled Ryan close and whispered, “How do you know this Dr. Quinn? I’ve never heard you mention him as a friend before?”
Ryan said, “Ah, a year ago I had a car accident and ended up in his emergency room. At that time, he was disgusted with me because my accident wounds had motor oil, my clothes were all sandy, and my sweat smelled bad. I tell you, I had fainted but his attitude woke me up.”
“Later I found out he was a severe germaphobe, thought it was quite interesting, and put in a lot of effort to befriend him.”
I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter. I asked again, “Then why did he come all the way here to attend your gathering today? Isn’t he very busy?”
Ryan looked at me intently, “How do you know he’s very busy?”
I was momentarily at a loss for words, then quickly said, “Aren’t all doctors like that? You never know when there might be an emergency patient.”
Saying this, I recalled my bitter history. After getting together with James, he was busy every day, so busy that we might not even exchange a few words in a day. Most of the time, I just curled up on the couch watching TV alone.
My boyfriend was like a decoration, and yet I still stuck with James for a year. I admire myself for that.
Ryan no longer seemed suspicious and said, “Indeed. But recently, he came here on a business trip, apparently for a job transfer. The hospital here has invited him several times, but I guess James probably won’t come to develop his career here.”
My heart skipped a beat. Job transfer? Coming here to develop his career?
Isn’t this going to be the death of me? Back then, I went to great lengths just to escape from that heartbreaking place where he was, and now James might have the opportunity to develop here?
But since they’ve invited him several times and he hasn’t come, it’s probably unlikely.
Thinking of this, my heart settled back down. Ryan leaned in mysteriously, “What? You’ve taken a liking to him?”
I rolled my eyes at him, “Would you fall for someone who’s not normal?”
Ryan thought for a moment and felt it made perfect sense, “Well, I guess anyone who could fall for James would probably have to be a bit of a germaphobe like him.”
Me, “?”
I feel like I’ve just been insulted.
Ryan was called away by other friends to drink and chat, and I didn’t fit into that scene. Just then, having had a bit too much to drink, I wanted to use the restroom. But as soon as I walked out of the banquet hall, I saw a figure leaning on the railing. Dressed in a suit, I suddenly imagined him in a white coat saving lives, while using those beautiful, slender hands to perform surgery and at the same time complaining about how dirty the patient was here and there.
