Part 1The Doctor's Prescription for Love

My mom suspected I was underdeveloped because my chest was too small, so she tied me up and took me to see a doctor.

The doctor happened to be my ex-boyfriend who I just broke up with.

He looked cold and spoke with a detached tone:

"Lift your clothes to your collarbone, unhook your bra."

He also deliberately teased me:

"It is quite small."

I gritted my teeth and shifted the blame:

"My small chest is because my ex-boyfriend didn't work hard enough."

The next second, I was pressed against the examination bed, his voice dangerous:

"The examination isn't thorough enough.

"Seems like I need to continue working hard."

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"Please, number 52, Jiang Sui, go to consulting room 2."

The moment the machine at the triage desk announced my name.

I stared at the six big characters [Thoracic Surgery Gu Shian] on the doorplate, almost grinding my teeth to pieces.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the lean figure inside the glass door.

The looming waistline under the white coat reminded me of some indescribable scenes.

A month ago, this waist was still pressing on me saying "one last time".

Now he looks like a refined scum.

"What are you dazing for?"

My mom slapped my back:

"Dr. Gu is an expert returning from overseas, it's hard to get his appointment! I got it because his mother and I are good sisters."

Before I could ask my mom how she knew his mom, I heard a cold voice:

"Next."

When the door of the consulting room opened.

The man I hadn't seen for a month was wearing a blue mask, the cuffs of his white coat slightly rolled up, his eyes cold, eyebrows slightly raised:

"Want to get back together?"

"Seeing a doctor."

I stiffened my neck, glimpsing his Adam's apple rolling out of the corner of my eye.

"Where is uncomfortable?"

Before I could answer, my mom rushed in with a stride:

"Xiao Gu, I am your Aunt Jiang, take a look at my daughter, her chest is so small, is it underdevelopment?"

My mom's loud voice echoed in the consulting room.

My toes had automatically constructed a magic fairy castle.

"Auntie."

Gu Shian pushed his glasses:

"Chest size relates to genetics, nutrition..."

"Exactly!"

My mom nodded repeatedly:

"Do you think it's because she drank the wrong milk powder when she was little?"

When Gu Shian wrote [Patient's family suspects milk powder caused underdeveloped chest] in the medical record.

My toes had finished constructing the second phase of the magic fairy castle.

If I am guilty, please let the law sanction me.

Instead of being forced to see a doctor by my biological mother because my chest is too small and suspected of underdevelopment.

The doctor is also my ex-boyfriend who broke up a month ago.

"Need palpation."

Gu Shian got up, looked at my mom with a professional smile.

"Family please avoid."

I clutched the registration form, smiling without smiling.

"Can I change a doctor?"

He didn't even lift his head, tone alienated and indifferent:

"Turn right out the door to re-register and queue."

"Oh no need, this queuing takes a long time."

My mom immediately pressed me onto the examination bed:

"What's wrong with a male doctor? Why are you young people still so feudal? In doctor's eyes there is no gender."

I was loveless.

In doctor's eyes there is no gender, what about ex-boyfriend?

Besides, he a thoracic expert also manages underdevelopment???