In Love with My Doctor

I went viral online because I accidentally posted about my constipation in the class group chat.

A kind netizen recommended a doctor to treat constipation.

As fate would have it, I fell in love with this doctor.

1

I, Larissa Wright, made it to the hot search!

It was all because I posted about my constipation in the class group chat.

The message read, "Dear roommates, save me. I haven't pooped for three days. I feel like a horny sow desperately looking for a boar to relieve myself!"

After a few seconds with no response in the roommate group, I angrily opened a mobile game, venting my frustration in the game.

A few minutes later, I suddenly received a flood of WhatsApp messages, crashing the game interface.

I opened WhatsApp, puzzled.

What did I do? Why were so many people mentioning me?

I took a closer look and realized I had embarrassed myself publicly.

Everyone now knew about my constipation.

Feeling hopeless, my best friend Shirley Brooks sent a 15-second voice message. I thought she was comforting me, but it was just loud laughter.

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The next day, she sent another voice message, "My dear, you're on the school's confession page and even the hot search."

I tremblingly opened my phone.

I saw the comments on the school confession page filled with laughter.

"I'm laughing so hard people from ten miles away could hear me."

"My roommate asked why I'm giggling."

"Here's a gastroenterologist who's great at treating constipation @Dr_Ramsey"

Though embarrassing, my constipation was real. I couldn't avoid seeking treatment.

With a glimmer of hope, I opened the friend request interface of the doctor named "Dr_Ramsey," whose profile picture was a cute stuffed cat, with some private posts visible only to friends.

I sent a friend request and after half an hour, it was finally accepted.

"Hey, hello Dr. Ramsey, I'm Larissa Wright. I actually have a condition I'd like to get your professional opinion on," I typed.

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"It's nothing serious, just a bit of constipation. Are you free on Sunday? Where's your hospital? Can I come for a checkup?" I felt on the verge of tears.

"Are you the horny sow?" the doctor replied.

"That's me." I typed back, my face flaming so hard I felt my toes curling in sheer mortification.

"Juniper Way 28, free on Sunday, come. I'm Greyson Ramsey."

"Oh."

At that moment, I hated the internet immensely. I wanted to live on another planet.

2

Early Sunday morning, I woke up early, put on some light makeup, and set off to catch the bus.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and my silk scarf conveniently landed in the middle of the road.

Seeing the green light, I hurried through the crowd, bending down to retrieve it. Just then, a large hand landed on my scarf.

I looked up and met a pair of attractive eyes.

Perfect lips, clear eyes, a handsome face with defined features, well-shaped brows, a high nose bridge, and a captivating mole under the right eye.

He was, quite simply, extremely handsome.

He picked up my scarf and handed it to me.

As I was about to take it, a child suddenly rushed out from the crowd. Just as I was about to fall, that large hand grabbed my waist.

A pleasant voice came from above, "Careful there, miss."

The man who picked up my scarf held me against his chest. I could clearly hear his pounding heartbeat, see his flushed cheeks, and the slight sweat on his forehead.

The surrounding air seemed to still, and my heart pounded in my chest.

I quickly thanked him.

Then, I realized he was walking alongside me on the way to the hospital.

Humph, this man, after holding me for a few minutes, must want my number. Since I was in a good mood, I would give it to him. I took out my phone.

Turning to him, I said, "Take it out."

The man looked confused. "Take what out?"

"Your phone. Don't you want my number?"

His expression was odd, then he softly laughed.

"I don't need to. I have a girlfriend already."

I awkwardly retracted my hand and fled the scene at a speed of 20 meters per second.

Only when I heard my name called in the waiting room did the blush on my face gradually fade.

I pushed open the door and saw a doctor wearing a mask sitting in a chair.

"Are you here for constipation treatment?"

The voice sounded so familiar. I was puzzled, feeling like I had heard it somewhere before. Could it be someone I know?

I stepped closer to the doctor. Those attractive eyes and well-shaped eyebrows. I suddenly yanked off the doctor's mask.

Wow, it was the guy from the bus! Wait, the guy from the bus was Greyson?

The doctor's face darkened as he put the mask back on.

"I'm really sorry..." I swallowed. "Are you Dr. Greyson Ramsey?"

"Yes, and you are?" His eyebrows slightly raised.

"I'm the one who contacted you a few days ago, Larissa Wright."

"Oh, it's you. Lie down; I'll take an X-ray for you."

I obediently lay down.

Greyson lifted my shirt, revealing the flesh on my stomach.

I shyly touched my slightly protruding belly.

Under the mask, Greyson smiled.

After the X-ray, I boredomly waited for two hours to finally get the results, only to be told the system had a problem; Frustrated, I returned to school.

Hopefully, I wouldn't have to see Greyson again.

I couldn't let myself be embarrassed publicly more than three times!

3

Since I was about to graduate from college and busy with my thesis, my schedule was quite irregular, so I asked Shirley to find me an apartment.

A few days later, I arrived at the new neighborhood with my bags, and it was quite luxurious. Did I somehow luck out and find a real good apartment?

I asked the landlord and found out he urgently needed money, so he had to reluctantly rent it out at a low price.

To my disbelief, I encountered Greyson again at the elevator entrance!

He was holding a ragdoll cat in his arms.

I forced myself to greet him, "Hey, Dr. Ramsey, what a coincidence."

"Hi, quite a coincidence."

Holding the small paper with the address, I excitedly stamped my foot. "Unit 3, fifth floor, 501... Ah, here it is."

But who knew, the next second, Greyson behind me walked towards my apartment without looking back.

"Hey, that's my..."

He walked past, pressing his finger on the door handle and unlocking it.

"I'm actually on the same floor as Greyson! And we're neighbors!" I was both amused and annoyed.

After unpacking, I felt the room lacked some vitality. I went downstairs to buy some plants, but still felt something was missing, so I grabbed my beloved Gucci bag and headed straight to the pet store.

"Hmm, what kind of pet cat should I buy?" I muttered to myself.

"Consider British Shorthair. They're easy to care for."

"What? British Shorthair? I only remember that I watched an animated film where the protagonist was a blue rabbit." Before I could see clearly, I turned around and bumped into someone's chin.

"Dr. Ramsey, good to see you, again," I said awkwardly.

"British Shorthair. Not the blue rabbit you mentioned." Greyson chuckled, his attractive eyes filled with laughter.

After spending a good while looking at various breeds, my eyes starting to feel blurry from the choices, I decided, fine, I would listen to him.

After choosing a handsome adult male British Shorthair, I pondered and asked, "What should I name him, Dr. Ramsey?"

"Call it Piggie."

"What? Piggie?"

After a while, I realized what joke he was making.

"How can you bring up my... constipation again?" I whispered fiercely.

"Your X-ray results are out, and the report too. There's nothing serious, just simple constipation. Drink more water and come back to the hospital for medication later."

"Oh." Not wanting to continue this topic, I quickly changed the subject. "I've decided, I'll call it Cola. I like drinking cola, and this name sounds good."

I looked at Greyson proudly.

"Cola has the following harms-nerve excitement, obesity, bone damage, gastrointestinal irritation, diabetes, etc," Greyson said seriously.

I was completely speechless. I thought, floored by his lack of any semblance of normal social interaction.

"Oh." I frowned and carried Cola out of the pet store.

I climbed up to the fifth floor in one go, just to avoid running into Greyson again.