Dr. Wen, Your Little Patient Wants to Kidnap You

[Sweet, Adorable Illustrator × Ascetic Orthopedic Surgeon] Everyone said Dr. Wen was cool and ascetic, neither warm nor cold toward anyone. Until one late night, someone caught him cornering a young patient in the hallway and kissing her deeply and passionately. The next day, during rounds, he was still as cool and indifferent as ever, his medical charts neatly arranged and his white coat spotless. No one knew that he had pinned her against the wall and murmured hoarsely, “Don't hold back. No one outside can hear.” Nor did anyone know he kept an art book hidden in his drawer, its title page inscribed: “My attending physician.” Three years ago, she casually posted an illustration of a rabbit with the caption, “Thanks for working so hard.” He saw it in the on-call room at three in the morning and saved it. Three years later, she was hospitalized with a broken bone, and he was her attending physician. He personally bought the red bean porridge she drank every day. He had told the young nurse to look after her. Even the fact that he changed shifts to see her off on the day she was discharged had nothing to do with it being “on his way.” She thought she was the one who had asked for his WeChat. She said, “Want to add each other?” He glanced at her without answering. It wasn't until that late night, when he cornered her in the hallway and kissed her, his breath burning hot, that she heard him say, “Wait until you're admitted to my department, then we'll talk.” She whispered, “But I've already been discharged...” He lightly bit her earlobe and murmured hoarsely, “So what if you've been discharged? I'm in charge of you for the rest of your life.”