Don’t Go Home with Dr. Zhong After Work

[This story is exclusive to Jinjiang. I can only take responsibility for the version published there.] Hotheaded, scatterbrained bottom × “black-hearted” villainous top Resident doctor bottom × Emergency department director top The year he graduated from high school, Shi An was scammed in an online romance. Downhearted, he went to a bar to blow off steam, where he met a man who looked exactly like his online date. Fueled by alcohol, they had a passionate night together. Satisfied, Shi An left with a hand over his backside. Later, he was admitted to medical school and entered an integrated bachelor’s and master’s program, leaving the past behind. In his third year of graduate school, Shi An began his residency at the provincial hospital and was assigned to work under Zhong Yan, director of the emergency department. One of the hospital’s three big shots, Dr. Zhong was a notorious tyrant: meticulous and strict, he made life feel utterly hopeless. During his residency, Shi An couldn’t shake the feeling that either he owed Zhong Yan money or the man had a grudge against him. Then one day, Shi An woke up in bed beside the horrified face of his attending physician, only to look down and find himself completely naked beneath the covers... Fuck, aaaaaah!!! Seven years ago, Zhong Yan brought a strange boy home. Seven years later, he recognized him at first sight among the new residents. [Reader’s Guide] 1. Older top, 1v1, both sexually inexperienced, happy ending, mutual devotion. 2. This is a fictional story. Please don’t compare it to real life or bring real life into it. I sincerely ask you. 3. The provincial hospital’s three big shots: The old fossil in neurosurgery, from *The Doctor Liang’s Sweetheart* The ascetic in traditional Chinese medicine, from *After Marrying Dr. Xu* The tyrant in the emergency department, from *Don’t Go Home with Dr. Zhong After Work* These three books are connected, but each is standalone. You can enjoy this story without reading the others, and there’s no need to read all of them. Weibo: @Zhong Wanxia. Free giveaway raffles and little snippets. Come say hi, darlings! Coming soon: *Limited-Time Heartbeat*. If you’re interested, please add it to your collection. Also known as *Don’t Fall for Your Nemesis* Doctor bottom × race car driver top Sharp-tongued queen × smooth-talking flirt 🦊 Yan Ruixing × 🐶 Wen Xiaomian Yan Ruixing, the youngest attending physician in skull base and auditory nerve surgery, has just received an award for outstanding contributions to young medical professionals. Then he’s handed a diagnosis of his own: chronic myeloid leukemia. 🙃 Wen Xiaomian, an F1 champion and the young Mr. Wen who was “born knowing how to make money,” shows up at Yan Ruixing’s office door clutching his imaging results. Years have passed since they last met, and the man in the tailored suit has lost his youthful innocence. But in Yan Ruixing’s memory, Wen Xiaomian is still the same annoying face from school, a dog that just won’t leave him alone. [eye roll] To Wen Xiaomian, Yan Ruixing is almost exactly as he was back then, except that his school uniform has been replaced by a white coat: aloof, strict, and a scheming fox. [pinches nose] Yan Ruixing takes the imaging report. “Bilateral facial and auditory nerve dysfunction, mild compression of the right trigeminal nerve, space-occupying lesions in both cerebellopontine angles and internal auditory canals, consistent with bilateral acoustic neuromas...” Wen Xiaomian cuts him off. “Can’t you put that simply?” Yan Ruixing: “Sure. Get your affairs in order.” Wen Xiaomian drawls, “Oh, so there’s no hope?” “There is.” Yan Ruixing taps the desk. “Get on your knees and wish me a happy New Year. Then I might deign to operate on you.” “...Hmph.” 🙄 Wen Xiaomian turns and walks out. Staying another second would be an insult. He visits hospital after hospital. Experts from every field look at the “nightmare-level” scans, shake their heads, and can only stammer, “Young Mr. Wen, we... we wish you well.” At last, Yan Ruixing comes to him of his own accord. “You really won’t let me try?” Wen Xiaomian: “Why should I trust you?” Yan Ruixing hands him his own diagnosis. “I just want some peace and quiet, so I won’t drag a stupid dog down with me.” Wen Xiaomian: “…” One week before the operation. Wen Xiaomian: “If I don’t wake up, will you perform a yangge dance on my grave for three days?” Yan Ruixing: “...I’ll hire you a senior citizens’ dance troupe.” “That’s nowhere near as nice as watching you.” “…” Go to hell. “Wait, I’m not done with my last wishes.” Wen Xiaomian stops the man as he’s about to leave and turns his face toward him. “This young master is about to die without even having his first kiss. How about some end-of-life care from Dr. Yan?” The day of the operation. Before the anesthetic takes effect, Wen Xiaomian pulls down Yan Ruixing’s mask, trying with all his might to memorize his face. “I have one last wish.” Yan Ruixing, unusually, doesn’t get angry. “What?” “If I wake up, can I kiss you one more time?” ❤️ [Reader’s Guide]❤️ 1. Both sexually inexperienced, happy ending, healthy and living to a hundred, bickering until they’re 99! 😘 2. It’s a funny, sweet story, trust me!!! Believe me!!! 3. Medical note: Chronic myeloid leukemia isn’t a terminal illness and can be effectively controlled with targeted drugs. This story has a fairy-tale setup, and both characters are completely cured by the end, so read with confidence. Theme: Using the small world of the emergency department to reveal the vastness of human nature.