One Hundred Ways to Knock Down the Doctor - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

In the end, the doctor cutie helped me call a locksmith. As the locksmith replaced the lock, he wouldn’t stop grumbling and complaining.

He said he ran into situations like this several times a month-young couples getting themselves locked out together.

My focus was entirely on the words “young couple”; everything else went in one ear and out the other.

Because the doctor cutie was standing right there, and he! Didn’t! Deny it!

The lock replacement left me beaming with joy, my face flushed with a happy glow.

My dream guy paid the bill, and I took the keys.

Afterward, the way I invited my dream guy inside for a bit looked exactly like a husband and wife returning home together.

I was so desperate to add him as a friend on the pretext of paying him back that I practically dragged him through the front door.

However, the moment I stepped inside, I froze.

Because I use my computer for long hours of digital painting, I never set it to lock the screen.

Before I got locked out, Wang Xiaoxiao had helped me write a strategy guide on how to woo my dream guy, and she had projected it onto the living room wall.

In my rush to see her out, I hadn’t turned off the computer.

When my dream guy walked in, that man-chasing strategy guide was still projected right there on the wall.

Clear as day. Plain as simple.

Right now, I didn’t have any other thoughts besides wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

“That… uh, my friend is a novelist. That’s her outline. Just an outline.”

My dream guy seemed to glance at it, or maybe he didn’t.

After a long silence, he offered a critique.

“The female lead in your friend’s novel is a bit smarter than you.”

I lunged onto the sofa, grabbed my phone, opened my QR code, and shoved the screen in front of my dream guy’s face, trying to distract him.

“Let’s add each other. I’ll pay you back.”

My dream guy remained expressionless.

“I… don’t think I can do that.”

My heart sank like lead.

He tilted his chin, signaling for me to look for myself.

“You’re showing me your payment code.”

I have no idea how I finally managed to add him as a friend in the end.

I don’t even know how I managed to see him out the door.

I only remember that before he left, the doctor cutie looked at me, looking like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

“Then I’ll… head back?”

I suspected he wanted to say, “Can I head back now?” but his manners made him swallow the word “can.”

Before leaving, he took a pen and wrote a string of numbers on the medicine box before standing up.

“Message me if you feel unwell. Voice calls are fine, too. I wrote my number on the box.”

Then he added another sentence.

“I don’t turn off my phone, and I’m a light sleeper.”

He even helped me close the door as he left.

Not five minutes after he was gone, my WeChat chimed.

“Get some rest early.” A message of concern from the cutie.

I decisively changed the doctor cutie’s contact alias to ‘crush target,’ obediently replied with an “okay,” and closed my eyes to sleep.

Who cares about allergies? If an allergic reaction is what it takes to get my dream guy to check in on me every day, I’d gladly be allergic to the very air I breathe.