Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 1

Chi Jue was the addiction Su Qiao couldn’t get enough of once she had a taste.

In the dark alleys under the night sky, by the suspended windows before dawn, in the kitchen where ice and fire intertwined, in the swaying, ambiguous confines of a car…

…

“Pen-style needle holder, forceps, 4-0 suture with needle.”

The woman stood before the operating table, expertly calling out the instruments needed for suturing, her clear and mellow voice carrying an unshakable calm.

Under the harsh glare of the surgical lights, her slender and upright figure was bathed in a flawless, saintly white.

Hearing her, the first assistant couldn’t hide her surprise. “Director Chi, you’re going to suture yourself?”

Unless it was a major surgery or a special patient, the lead surgeon rarely handled the ‘stitch work.’ After all, such tasks were usually taken care of by the first assistant, and if not, the second assistant was always ready to step in.

Chi Jue glanced at her briefly. Above the mask, her soft, luminous eyes held a trace of distraction.

‘Please, save him!’ A figure, bright as a flash of lightning, streaked through her mind.

That upright person, who seemed as though she never learned to bow her head, had humbly begged her to save her teammate. She hadn’t even gotten a clear look at the face hidden beneath the rider’s helmet.

“I brought him in from the accident scene myself. I need to see it through from start to finish,” Chi Jue explained simply, as if answering the assistant, yet also as if fulfilling a silent promise to someone’s plea.

Her outstretched hands lifted slightly, and the scrub nurse passed her the requested instruments.

Her delicate fingers, snugly encased in milky surgical gloves, squeezed the needle holder gently, the joints of her fingers outlined with an exceptionally refined and elegant structure.

Working with deft coordination, the curved needle descended with precision, the distance to the incision meticulously calculated. Each stitch fell into a pleasingly neat and orderly row.

Her hands were steady, as natural and rhythmic as breathing.

By the time the incision was fully closed, murmurs of admiration came from the assistants. “Director Chi’s suturing technique is as impeccable as ever.”

It was merely a basic skill expected of a lead surgeon. Chi Jue remained unmoved by the praise.

After tying the knot and cutting the suture, she straightened up, weariness weighing on her, and gave post-op instructions. “Place the patient in the ICU for observation. He’ll need close monitoring tonight. Contact me immediately if there are any changes.”

“Understood. Thank you for your hard work, Director Chi.”

“Everyone has worked hard.”

…

Click.

The surgical warning light in the hallway went out.

In the family waiting area, two figures in different uniforms shot forward like arrows from a bow. Without waiting for the nurse on duty to call them, they were already posted by the door, craning their necks in anticipation.

Their faces were etched with lingering fear, much like students awaiting college entrance exam results, agonizingly braced for either ecstatic joy or devastating news.

Chi Jue, having changed back into her white coat, had just stepped out when the two tall policewomen blocked her path.

Ji Nanxing was the first to speak. “Dr. Chi, how is Cheng Can?”

“No need to worry, Captain Ji. The surgery was successful. He’ll need a few days of observation in the ICU. Once his vitals stabilize, he can be moved to a regular ward. He’s a police officer, so his physical foundation should be decent. The bone injuries will take time to heal… Oh, and when you have a moment, bring some changes of underwear for him.”

Chi Jue answered patiently, her mask still on, revealing only her deep, light tea-colored eyes.

When her gaze fell on the other woman, who had remained silent, she paused slightly, her brow lifting almost imperceptibly.

So, without the helmet, this is what she looked like.

A sense of exhilaration surged within as the mysterious veil was lifted, the clean, sharp features beneath the visor far exceeded Chi Jue’s expectations.

Su Qiao, helmet in hand, had rushed over immediately after handling the accident scene. The well-fitted cavalry uniform accentuated her tall, commanding figure.

For ease of wearing the helmet, she kept her hair shoulder-length. When not tied into a small ponytail, she naturally tucked the strands behind her ears.

Beneath her straight brows were long, narrow phoenix eyes that curved upward gracefully, giving a deceptive impression of drowsy laziness. Her naturally upturned lips made any notion of stern authority utterly impossible.

If not for her icy gaze, this face would be quite endearing, almost tempting to… pinch?

Chi Jue silently amused herself with the thought, but soon, overwhelming exhaustion washed over her.

After a day spent visiting rural medical facilities and stumbling upon the accident scene, she had no choice but to take on this emergency surgery. Now, she had no energy left for social niceties.

Captain Ji, sensing her weariness, thanked her again, “We truly appreciate your help in this critical moment. I’ll visit you on behalf of the Criminal Investigation Division another day.”

Chi Jue offered no reply. A faint sense of disappointment stirred within, born from the cavalry officer’s silence.

Why hadn’t she said anything? Even a simple “thank you” would have sufficed. After all, at her request, Chi Jue had given it her all.

Unconsciously, Chi Jue resembled a little girl sulking over not getting a candy reward, indulging in absurd, silent frustration.

The conversation ended inconclusively. Out of habit, she slipped her hands into her pockets, gave a cool nod, and turned to leave without hesitation.

Throughout their exchange, Su Qiao had avoided looking directly at Dr. Chi’s elegant features, even though most of her face was hidden behind a mask.

Only after she left did Su Qiao quietly turn her gaze to the slender, receding figure.

When someone leaves a special impression, there’s no need to overanalyze their appearance, a mere silhouette is enough to evoke lingering reverie.

The scene of their first encounter suddenly flashed into her mind, disrupting her thoughts.

…

National Highway 104.

At the accident site, where the flames had just been extinguished, a bone-chilling wind whipped up, swirling the lingering firefighting foam into an illusory blend of sky and earth.

Chi Jue emerged from the foam as if imbued with a sacred light, a divine envoy descending, weaving a tangible vision of hope into the tragic scene.

Dressed in a simple white coat, her delicate, gentle features radiated a calm composure, perhaps born from familiarity with life and death.

Time seemed to stand still; Death willingly stepped aside.

Even through the helmet’s sunshield visor, Su Qiao could feel how dazzling that figure in white was, forcing her to squint as if her eyes were burned by blazing sunlight.

Compelled by some inexplicable pull, her gaze locked onto Dr. Chi’s face and refused to budge.

‘The victim’s headache could be a concussion, but we can’t rule out a skull fracture. The main concern now is his chest and ribs, the airbag caused soft tissue damage to the chest wall, hence the obvious restricted breathing. I’m worried rib fractures might have bruised his lung tissue. If a hemopneumothorax develops, the consequences could be dire without immediate medical attention.’

Chi Jue’s professional assessment sounded cold, yet it carried a deceptive softness, as if moisture could be wrung from her words.

This chill wasn’t somber; rather, it was cloaked in a feigned tenderness, like water gradually freezing in one’s eardrums.

She possessed a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that seemed to gaze at everything with deep affection, creating a stark contrast to her cool and aloof aura.

Those pupils were too clear and moist, shimmering with a pure, subtle light, like a hidden underwater cliff trap of unknown depth, one misstep and there would be no return.

Officer Su nearly fell into them in that moment.

“Let’s go, we need to talk.” Ji Nanxing’s low call jolted Su Qiao out of her reverie.

She knew exactly what the team leader wanted to discuss. After a brief hesitation, she softly hummed in agreement to the invitation.

…

Chi Jue massaged her sore shoulders and arms as she approached the office door, only to hear laughter and chatter from inside.

Pushing the door open, she saw Tong An’an from the pediatric department holding her phone and discussing something with Xia Ze from the orthopedic department.

They were the only two colleagues Chi Jue could truly call friends, so their occasional visits were nothing out of the ordinary.

Tong An’an looked up and teased, “Oh, look who’s back, the internet’s top trending ‘Most Beautiful Female Doctor’ returning in glory.”

“Why are you still here after work? Do you just love the fresh air in orthopedics that much?” Chi Jue didn’t quite grasp her meaning and joked back as she settled into her chair, ready to type up some postoperative medical records.

“You can always write those records tomorrow morning,” Xia Ze said, smoothly sliding his swivel chair over to her side. “You should check out the top trending topic first.”

Chi Jue was skeptical. “What top trending topic?”

She didn’t pay much attention to the chaos online, viewing it as a lawless wasteland where anyone could recklessly stir up trouble without consequences, leaving a bad impression of toxicity and disorder.

“Here, your rescue story is blowing up online. Someone even started a hashtag for you on Weibo. Ever thought about switching careers to become an influencer? Probably pays better than slaving away in the operating room every day,” Tong An’an said, handing over her phone and playing a video with tens of thousands of shares, showing the car accident rescue from a bystander’s perspective.

Chi Jue sighed. “Anyone in this building would have done the same. It’s really not a big deal.”

Finding the video too noisy, she quickly hit pause, and the screen froze on the image of Su Qiao charging alone into the raging flames.

She glanced at it dismissively, but her hand, poised to type, hesitated for a split second.

It was a subtle pause, unnoticeable to anyone, hidden beneath a calm exterior.

Tong An’an took her phone back. “Your indifference to fame is seriously captivating.”

Xia Ze stood up to leave, quipping, “You know how it is, if Director Chi doesn’t work hard, she’ll have to go home and inherit billions. What’s a little influencer money compared to that?”

Tong An’an rolled her eyes and scoffed, “I was hoping to hear some heroic rescue gossip, but I’ve been waiting for nothing. I’m out of here.”

The two left in disappointment, and the office fell into a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

Chi Jue stared blankly at the blank document on her screen, then leaned back in her chair and massaged her temples to relieve her fatigue.

Her phone seemed almost bewitched, subtly tugging at her curiosity.

She bit her lower lip, hesitating, wondering what there was to care about in the trivial dramas of the internet.

Yet, even as she clenched her jaw in self-disgust at her own wavering, her body had already betrayed her by picking up the phone, her swift movements unable to conceal an inexplicable sense of urgency.

But the moment she opened Weibo, her delicate frame froze abruptly.

The top three trending tags dominating the list had nothing to do with the “Most Beautiful Female Doctor” Tong An’an had mentioned.

The number one trending topic read: [Police-Doctor Duo Spreading Sweetness Online, Fans Melting into Sugar Cubes.]

Hot Search #2: [Poisonous Solo Fan Cop Top/Bottom CP]

Hot Search #3: [Lilies from Hometown Bloom for the Police-Doctor Collaboration]

Picking out the most cringe-worthy phrases, Chi Jue’s lips twitched with an awkward smile. What on earth was “cop top, doctor bottom”?!

A surge of indignation rose in her heart, like a balloon gradually inflating, teetering on the brink of explosion.

Boom! It finally burst.

She simply couldn’t accept it. So, she clicked into the second trending topic, found the most popular post to leave a comment, and even went through all the related discussions.

The usually calm and composed Director Chi was, for the first time, indignantly voicing dissent in the virtual world.

Her slender fingers practically sparked flames across her phone keyboard as she typed, [I ship doctor top, cop bottom! Even Jesus would say it’s delicious!]

With a swift tap, she sent the message, eagerly anticipating replies, but it sank like a stone in the ocean.

Bottling up her frustration, she slapped her phone down with a thud.

Tch. Time to head home after work.