The One at Home Has a Bad Temper

-------Main story complete. Let it build up, then binge it------- [Next up: Maine Flower Boy, undercover cop seme x femme fatale bottom. Please add it to your reading list. Blurb at the bottom.] Blurb: [Scheming cop seme] x [gentle doctor bottom] I first became a doctor because I was in love with someone. But time wore down my hopes, and that obsession faded from my heart. I thought that after all, spending ten years on a man who didn't even know my name was hardly worth it. That was when Su Qingsai finally looked down and picked up the compassionate heart of a doctor that he had thrown away so many years ago. Later, he paid for patients' medicine out of his own pocket and patiently urged them to accept treatment. He barely made any money all year, yet ended up spending every last bit of it on them. Sometimes he was so angry he wanted to curse, but Su Qingsai kept at it. He had always been this stubborn, whether it was loving someone or doing something. "Dr. Su, the patient in bed 703 says he can't remember anything. He may have amnesia. What do you think? Will you cover his medical bills?" The fingers holding Su Qingsai's pen stiffened. Lately, nurses often came by to tell him how to donate because he'd been doing good deeds. But... "Wasn't the injury to bed 703's abdomen and thigh? How can he have amnesia when he only has external injuries and didn't even hit his head?" "Uh, well, he says he can't remember anything." "Forget it. Give me the bill to sign." If Su Qingsai had known that this patient in bed 703 would later point a gun at his head, he might have rushed over right then and smashed the IV bottle still hanging above him. How could he have paid his medical bills? Damn it, was this really saving someone? He'd picked up a mob boss! Hello, 110? Officer? Help! Next story: Maine Flower Boy [Happy ending. Both leads are good people and on the side of justice.] 1. Jiang Yan spent six years undercover in a drug-trafficking organization, liaising with his handler, sending back information, and earning countless commendations. As border anti-drug operations intensified, the gang leader announced a temporary retreat to northern Myanmar to lie low. At this critical moment, with the chance to seize the gang's leader just within reach, Jiang Yan ignored his handler's urgent order to return and went along with the gang leader. He had thought that infiltrating the inner circle would give him access to more clues, letting them take down the enemy in one move, raid the lair, and wipe out the entire gang. But in that lawless region where gangsters ruled, the most important mission he received was to keep an eye on the leader's beloved, whom the man had taken in sixteen years ago and who still refused to obey him. 2. According to the women in the village, Wen Shumian was kidnapped and brought to northern Myanmar at the age of four. Had things gone according to the fate of those who came before him, he might have had his hands and feet cut off and been sent out to beg, or been forced, like the other young people in the village, into a life of living by the blade. But he was born good-looking and proper, and the young master, the gang leader's son, took a liking to him at first sight. So he was the boy's sidekick as a child, his sweetheart when he grew up, and then, when he began to rebel, the one the man kept closer watch on than his own life. 3. The first time Jiang Yan met Wen Shumian, the beauty was leaning among the flowers. When he saw Jiang Yan, his foxlike eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze was clear, his features dazzling, and his beauty beyond compare. He lightly reached out and picked a poisonous flower. His thin lips curved into a smile, and he said, "Northern Myanmar is no place for a good person." Theme: In turbulent times, heroes are forged through wind and rain.