Childhood Sweetheart Became My Attending Doctor

I supported Mathew Miller for seven years, and not only did he cheat on me, but he also exposed my hemorrhoid condition.

I turned and left, conveniently arranging a meeting with his long-time rival.

Later, Mathew, with a face full of shameless persistence, kept calling, begging me to come home.

Jeffrey Ford, watching me still asleep beside him, could only repeatedly respond to him.

"Jennifer is still in my bed, she won't be getting up anytime soon."

1

The company I gifted Mathew was about to go public.

He excitedly invited a few friends, saying he wanted to celebrate with me.

So that evening, I numbly walked into the restaurant he had booked, staring blankly at the visibly spicy dishes on the table.

But I had clearly told him.

My hemorrhoids had flared up again, and I couldn't eat spicy food.

Sure enough, after just a few bites, I felt like sitting on a hot stove and couldn't even sit still.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom. You all carry on chatting."

But I had forgotten the most important thing-my hemorrhoid suppository.

Helpless, I stumbled back to the private room, only to accidentally overhear their conversation.

"Don't worry about Jennifer, her hemorrhoids have flared up again. She's probably still stuck in the bathroom." Mathew joked, and the others laughed along. I felt a chill run through me, except for the burning sensation at the back.

"Mr. Miller, even if she has hemorrhoids, our big campus beauty Jennifer still has her charms, right?"

Mathew turned slightly at this, and after someone lit a cigarette for him, he chuckled.

"Don't be fooled by her angelic demeanor; she's quite wild in bed."

The others chimed in with flattery.

"Indeed, Mr. Miller's charm is unmatched!"

"Of course! Back then, Mr. Miller won over this most popular girl in high school just by reading someone else's love letter."

"But if she's so good, why are you fooling around with your secretary, Mr. Miller?"

Mathew twirled his glass, slowly swallowed his drink, and smiled.

"I can only say, the thrill from the young girl is always more exciting. How can a wife compare to a wild woman?"

The room erupted in laughter again.

"Mr. Miller, if you're tired of her, can we have a go?"

"Yeah, I'd love to enjoy the high school queen from back then."

Mathew chuckled lightly and casually replied, "Sure, I don't mind. Go ahead and try your luck. But don't say I didn't warn you, avoid the rear entry for now."

Hearing this, I chuckled softly and walked right in.

"Mathew, get down on your knees."

2

As soon as I spoke, the group in the room dropped to their knees in unison.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow, you guys are really in this together? I told him to kneel, why are you all so eager?"

With that, I dragged a chair all the way and slowly sat in front of Mathew.

During the time, no one spoke, and no one dared to stand.

Watching them tremble with fear, I casually picked up a wine bottle from the table and shook it, then asked, "Who arranged the dishes today?"

At this, the group seemed to have a sudden burst of energy, all shouting in unison, "Mathew!"

"You guys!"

Ignoring Mathew's terrified expression, I lifted the wine bottle and poured the remaining wine over his head. "Have I been too kind to you today? I've pampered you with a comfortable life for seven years, and now you're stepping all over me? Just got you a little secretary, and you're already fooling around?"

With that, I grabbed his hair and pulled him towards me.

"And you dare spread rumors about my hemorrhoids? You better clear that up right now!"

Finally, after each of them promised not to spread any rumors, I let them leave.

Even though my hemorrhoid issue wasn't a rumor, in the social jungle we navigated, reputation mattered!

But I was not some gangster.

I was merely the unassuming heiress of the wealthiest family in Las Lobito.

Yet, they feared me not because of my father, but because I was not only the high school sweetheart but also the high school bully back then.

3

I knew well not to impose on others what I didn't want for myself.

I cared about my reputation, so I wouldn't easily embarrass others.

Seven years ago, Mathew passionately recited a love letter to me in public.

At that time, being gentle, considerate, and kind, I couldn't bear to embarrass him in front of so many people.

So, I supported him for seven years.

Now they told me that the love letter wasn't even written by Mathew.

That scoundrel even exposed my hemorrhoid issue!

Thinking about it made the burning sensation at the back flare up again, painfully.

Helpless, I picked up my phone, and planned to book an appointment with the best proctologist in the city.

Checking my phone, I found there were two specialists available tomorrow.

One named Jeffrey, and the other named Jared.

But I couldn't decide.

The name Jeffrey sounded familiar, and I feared it might be someone I knew.

But Jared's name sounded like he was an impatient doctor, and I was worried about the awkwardness.

Helpless, I clicked on the details page.

"Jeffrey Ford, female."

Female? Then it was her!

After successfully booking the appointment, at three in the morning, I made a sincere wish by the bedside lamp.

I never wanted a seventh person I knew to find out about my hemorrhoids!

4

That day, I bundled myself up like a rare mummy and sneakily went to the hospital.

As I nervously shook my leg, I finally found the office of the female proctologist, only to be dumbfounded. "Wait, Jeffrey? Did you go and have a sex change !"

Jeffrey-Mathew's eternal rival.

The little brat who used to chase after me calling me "big Jennifer" was now glaring at me with a fierce expression.

"Jennifer, come in."

Oh, my poor luck!

Noticing my shock, he adjusted his glasses and calmly explained. "I just got transferred here. The system made a mistake with my gender, and it hasn't been corrected yet. Long time no see, Jennifer."

I was so annoyed that I waved him off immediately.

"Who gave you permission to call me by my first name? I'm four years older than you. You don't know anything about seniority"

I was feeling quite smug until his next words completely shattered my confidence.

"Take off your pants, lie on the bed at the back, and bend your legs. I'll examine you."

What was he speaking?

Someone, help!

5

I was ready to back out immediately.

"Uh, some distant relatives said they're visiting me. I should go home and see them first."

But before I could turn around, Jeffrey pulled me back.

"Jennifer, are you scared? Do you need me to call your father and have them all come to visit you?"

With a smug look, he was saying such mean things!

But I couldn't let an eighth person who knew me find out about this.

After some thought, I gritted my teeth and went in, obediently lying on his bed.

"Take off your pants, lie on your side, and spread your legs."

At that moment, I felt helpless, at the mercy of others.

My inner indignation surged, making me speak without thinking.

"I'm telling you, Jeffrey, you better not tell anyone about this! I've already broken up with Mathew. If you have any conflicts with him, don't drag me into it. Or else, you'll be sorry!"

His hands didn't stop moving, but he casually replied.

"Got it. But don't get too worked up, relax a bit, okay? Don't squeeze me."

I was so embarrassed that my face turned as red as a beet.

I didn't notice that his smile hadn't faded since hearing my words.

6

"Jennifer, your condition has relapsed, with bleeding and severe pain. The hemorrhoids can't retract on their own. The situation is quite serious. I suggest you have surgery as soon as possible."

His tone was serious, as if I was terminally ill, and I trembled and asked.

"Jeffrey, is there really no non-surgical treatment?"

Before he could reply, my phone rang.

I was no longer my usual brave self, barely able to catch my breath.

"Jeffrey, my phone is in my coat pocket. Can you answer it for me?"

"Password?"

"My birthday."

I didn't elaborate, instinctively assuming Jeffrey remembered my birthday.

And he did.

The call was from that jerk, Mathew.

"Jennifer, don't be mad. I drank too much yesterday and said something wrong. I'm sorry, babe. But why aren't you home? I miss you."

Hearing his voice annoyed me, so I told Jeffrey to hang up.

But Jeffrey didn't hang up; instead, he replied.

"Looking for Jennifer? She's still in my bed and won't be getting up anytime soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mathew started yelling.

"Jeffrey? How is Jennifer with you?!"

Jeffrey didn't respond, just slowly hung up the phone.

He seemed to revert to that little brat from years ago, turning to look at me with a hint of arrogance.

I looked back at him, my expression indifferent and my tone cold.

"Jeffrey, have I ever told you not to drag me into your conflicts with him?"

Unexpectedly, he seemed genuinely aggrieved.

7

"I'm sorry, Jennifer. I really know I was wrong. Don't leave yet. I'll stay with you for non-surgical treatment, okay? If you go to a new doctor, you'll have to go through another examination."

Damn, this guy really touched a nerve.

To avoid going through it again, I reluctantly forgave him.

Seeing me relent, he took out his phone, and showed his social media account to me.

"Then, Jennifer, add me again so we can stay in touch."

But I was confused.

"Weren't we always friends on the social media? I never deleted you."

Hearing this, he muttered something strange.

"Ah, I wonder which guy named Mathew deleted me. So childish. Unlike me, I wouldn't do that."

He said such things with a straight face and his white coat, making me feel oddly out of place.

But I didn't dwell on it.

"Let's go, Jennifer. I'll accompany you to get your medicine, and then I'll treat you to a meal."