My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 1244 - 1250: Love Arises Unknowingly

Dr. Tan seemed to be under some spell, showing an extraordinary amount of care for a comatose patient. He not only paid all her medical expenses but also spent all his free time on her.

Could it be true what others said, that Dr. Tan had fallen in love with this woman?

But this woman had been in a coma since her arrival and they had never communicated. How could there be any talk of love?

Suddenly, the person on the bed opened her eyes, and in that instant, her pure black eyes shimmered brilliantly.

Caught off guard, the doctor lost himself in her gaze. Those eyes were familiar, as if they stirred emotions buried deep in his heart.

The person in the bed said with a hoarse voice, "Is it common for doctors in your hospital to place their hands on a patient’s chest when treating them?"

Dr. Tan was greatly embarrassed and quickly moved his offending hand away.

However, he swore he had never had any improper thoughts toward her.

This... this was really just standard resuscitation procedure.

Qiao Duo’er smiled, and the young doctor became even more flustered, unsure where to put his hands now.

Great, we meet again, Tan Zhenghong.

No, in this life, he is Dr. Tan Qing.

He was a brilliant doctor, who gained fame at twenty, and compared to his previous life, he looked paler, with an added touch of scholarly air.

But none of that mattered. What was important was that he was Tan Zhenghong, and they could be together again!

Qiao Duo’er finally believed that there was a "curse" in the world that bound loving people together, ensuring they would always meet, no matter where they were.

The nurse reminded from the side, "The patient is awake, aren’t you going to do a full examination on her?"

This was a true revival from the brink of death and must be thoroughly studied; perhaps it could benefit future generations.

"Mm, I’ll write up the lab order right now."

Dr. Tan Qing finally snapped out of it, but his hand still trembled as he held the pen.

After writing the order, he returned to his office and sat down, lost in thought for two hours.

This was an emotional experience he had never felt before. He didn’t know where it came from or how to get rid of it, and worst of all, he seemed to quite enjoy this state.

When the nurse knocked on the door, Dr. Tan Qing asked, "What’s the matter?"

The nurse cautiously inquired, "It’s mealtime, but the VIP ward patient has no family. Should I prepare some food for her?"

"I’ll do it."

The woman had been in a coma for three years; some plain congee would be best.

When he reappeared in Qiao Duo’er’s ward, Dr. Tan Qing was holding a serving of plain congee.

"Time to eat."

Qiao Duo’er pouted, "My arms are too weak."

"I’ll find a nurse’s aide to feed you," said Dr. Tan Qing as he set down the congee bowl, his gaze still avoiding hers due to the incident during resuscitation.

Qiao Duo’er coquettishly insisted, "You feed me."

"I’m the attending physician."

Feeding and personal care were tasks for a nursing aide.

"Then just let me starve to death." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Dr. Tan Qing resigned himself to the situation and began to feed Qiao Duo’er spoonful by spoonful.

After the meal, Qiao Duo’er pushed her luck further, "I want to take a bath."

"I’ll go find a nurse to help you."

"No, I want you to carry me to the bathroom."

"That’s not really appropriate."

"What’s inappropriate about it?"

Qiao Duo’er curled up her lips mischievously, pleased to see his pure and naive reaction. She decided she would claim him for herself!

It took a while for Dr. Tan Qing to find the words, "Men and women shouldn’t touch each other."

"But I remembered when I just woke up..."

"That was during resuscitation."

"If you don’t want to, then forget it. I’m a bit of a clean freak; if I don’t bathe for a long time, I start thinking about suicide." Qiao Duo’er played her trump card.

Dr. Tan Qing was a doctor, and Qiao Duo’er was his patient whom he had painstakingly treated and for some unknown reason, had come back to life. He definitely didn’t want her to die over something trivial.

After being carried to the bathroom, Qiao Duo’er blinked her innocent eyes again, "Go buy me a set of clothes; I want to wear something you picked out personally."

"Wait for me."

An hour later, Qiao Duo’er tried on her new clothes in front of the mirror, "You seem to know my size pretty well. Shouldn’t you be responsible for me?"

"How should I be responsible?" asked a thoroughly bewildered Dr. Tan Qing.

"Go request annual leave. I need to buy a wedding ring, take wedding photos, and then we’ll go on a honeymoon."

Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but laugh, yet the thought of being hurt once more made her a bit melancholic.

But such troubles were trivial compared to meeting the person she loved again.

In fact, Dr. Tan Qing never quite understood why he, usually so clever, couldn’t say no to a strange woman and ended up marrying her knowing only her name.

But... he quite liked being bossed around by this woman.

All he wanted to say was that love starts unconsciously, yet grows deeply, hoping that all affection is not in vain, hoping that at the end, someone will hold your hand, from the crack of dawn until snow whitens the dusk.