Dr. Chi’s Mission: Seduce Officer Su - Chapter 6

The emergency department is a microcosm of human suffering.

Medical staff rushed back and forth, their footsteps as rapid as a thunderstorm; patients waiting in line for registration were trapped in the limbo between life and death.

In the hall outside the emergency room, people could be seen sleeping on the floor or on chairs, carrying their own belongings.

The noise of the outside world paled in comparison to the clamor here.

“Well, what brings Director Chi to the emergency department?” The emergency doctor, having just sent off a feverish patient, couldn’t resist teasing the rarely seen orthopedic virtuoso.

Chi Jue smiled faintly. “Quite busy, aren’t you?”

“It’s the emergency department. Every day is a back-and-forth race, walking 30,000 steps while racing against life and death.” The emergency doctor looked exhausted but seemed accustomed to it. He gestured with his chin. “What happened to her? And you even brought her here yourself.”

“She got injured while working on a case. It’s a bit serious, she needs a tetanus shot, and the wound will likely require stitches. It’s not life-threatening, though. I’ll help her register first.”

Chi Jue gave a brief explanation, both upholding her principles and saving Su Qiao time by skipping the usual consultation.

“Since there are no patients at the moment, I’ll write up the prescription now. You can pay for everything together to save time.” The emergency doctor, ever efficient, waved Su Qiao over. After the routine questions, he typed up the consultation form.

Chi Jue picked up the prescription as if reviewing homework, then lifted the hem of Su Qiao’s clothes. “Wait for me in the treatment room.” With that, she strode out decisively.

The emergency doctor rested his chin on his hand, studying Su Qiao’s appearance. She looked familiar, so he stole a few more glances before suddenly exclaiming, “Hey! Aren’t you the police officer who rescued people with Director Chi? I saw your video online last night!”

Su Qiao forced an awkward smile. “Yeah, that’s me.” She didn’t pay much attention to online gossip.

“Let me take you for wound cleaning first. Your wound is stuck to your clothes.”

As Su Qiao entered the treatment room, she happened to see a nurse busy preparing IV medication for another patient.

The emergency doctor called out, “Can anyone spare a moment to clean her wound?”

The youngest nurse freed up some time and glanced at Su Qiao’s shoulder. “Take off your jacket first.”

“I’m having a bit of trouble,” Su Qiao said helplessly. Even lifting her arm felt like an ordeal, let alone taking off her entire jacket.

“Let me see.” The young nurse leaned in for a closer look. The fabric was embedded in the wound. “It looks like we’ll have to cut this part off. What happened? How did you get injured like this?”

Su Qiao didn’t answer but said resolutely, “Then cut it.”

By the time Chi Jue returned to the treatment room with the injections and anti-inflammatory medication, she saw Su Qiao’s injured shoulder half-exposed, the young nurse using tweezers to pick out debris from the wound.

The reopened wound lay exposed under the light, blood spreading in all directions and staining Chi Jue’s vision.

Su Qiao’s back was pressed firmly against the edge of the table. The pain was at its peak, the veins on her neck bulging distinctly.

Even so, she mustered all her strength and didn’t let out a single groan.

Chi Jue’s brow furrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on the young nurse’s hands. Intense displeasure mixed with profound resentment, anger at the hopelessly clumsy wound-cleaning technique.

She took out the injection and said coldly, “I’ll handle the wound. Go prepare the skin test.”

“Uh, okay.” The young nurse, intimidated by Director Chi’s aloof aura, timidly stepped away.

She pulled out the piece of candy she had been reluctant to eat from her pocket and stuffed it into Su Qiao’s mouth in one swift motion. Though her attitude was aloof, she still cared for her as if coaxing a child.

Su Qiao, who had been grimacing in pain, felt the sweet and sour taste spread between her lips, easing the furrow in her brow slightly.

Her gaze fell upon that slender figure, as captivating as the first time she had seen her, only this time, there was no helmet to shield her.

“Tell me, how did this happen?” Chi Jue had always been averse to the trivial details of solving cases, but conversation was a tried-and-true method to distract someone.

She held the hydrogen peroxide, the wound with exposed flesh and blood resembling a decaying abyss, stinging her eyes with pain. Yet, her movements as she irrigated the wound were swift and precise.

“The suspect was wielding a machete and nearly struck my head… Mm…” A sudden, piercing pain silenced Su Qiao.

Chi Jue’s hand trembled slightly, and her tightly pressed lips finally parted: “Holding it in won’t make it hurt less. You might as well cry out, it’ll at least feel a bit better.”

Su Qiao’s face was deathly pale, her breath catching: “Injuries, big and small, are part of the job when handling cases. I’m used to it.”

Dr. Chi disliked the topic and changed the subject: “The wound isn’t large but it’s deep. It needs stitches to stop the bleeding. If it hurts… do you need another baby candy?”

“N-No need.” Su Qiao was good at enduring pain, but the sound of her crunching the candy betrayed the excruciating agony coursing through her nerves.

Dr. Chi didn’t chatter while stitching. She carefully observed Officer Su’s healthy, sun-kissed skin, a testament to years of exposure to wind and sun.

A skilled doctor could lessen a patient’s suffering. While Su Qiao was still savoring the gentle sound of “baby candy,” Dr. Chi had already tied a neat little knot.

As she wrapped the elastic bandage, she asked, puzzled, “Why go back to such a dangerous job? Wouldn’t it be better to be a mounted police officer?”

Su Qiao countered with a question of her own: “I’ve heard that orthopedic surgeons operate with all the clatter of a construction crew. Isn’t that exhausting? Yet you do it willingly, don’t you?”

The atmosphere didn’t quite freeze over, but a heavy, lingering tension hung in the air. Neither of them directly answered the “why.”

Chi Jue found a marker and began doodling on the bandage. “Don’t let the wound get wet. Come back every other day to change the dressing. Remember to take the anti-inflammatory medication, and come find me when it’s time to remove the stitches.”

“Mm, okay.” Su Qiao didn’t know what Dr. Chi was writing. She lowered her gaze slightly, stealing glances at that cool yet earnest profile.

The distance between them was separated only by the subtle rhythm of their breaths, a slight disruption would betray the hidden tension.

Su Qiao deliberately slowed her breathing, even holding it until it became a bit taxing.

When Dr. Chi’s delicate lashes fluttered, they seemed to shimmer with light in her eyes. The slight prominence at the bridge of her nose accentuated the contours of her face, making it even more striking.

Su Qiao’s mind went blank, the word “indescribably beautiful” swirling in her thoughts, unable to find any better praise.

Chi Jue met her gaze, which had no time to evade, as if she had long sensed the focused attention.

Her eyes and lips curved into a gentle smile, her soft voice carrying a hint of covert coaxing: “Wait here for me after your tetanus shot. I’ll go get you a jacket.”

Watching the person who kept making her fall deeper prepare to leave, Su Qiao wanted to grab that slender wrist and beg her not to go, but in her fluster, she couldn’t find a suitable reason.

Perhaps she felt that with Dr. Chi by her side, the tetanus shot wouldn’t hurt as much.

From Chi Jue’s perspective, Officer Su remained silent, her eyes tinged with crimson from the pain, exuding a pitiful, pleading look.

“Don’t want me to leave?” She easily saw through the ‘little bear’s’ thoughts and chuckled, settling back into the chair.

“N-No… How about giving me another baby candy instead?” Su Qiao couldn’t lie, whenever she tried, her eyes would dart around nervously, and the tips of her ears would turn a deep shade of purple.

How could Dr. Chi, who paid such close attention to details, miss her flustered state? She laughed softly, “Don’t you still have one yourself? I don’t have any more.”

“Then forget it. I’ll give this one back to you.” Su Qiao fished out the candy and stuffed it into her hand, then turned to the nurse with a smile. “Hurry up with the shot, I’m hungry.”

The nurse, who had been holding the syringe so long her arm had grown sore, quietly savored the sweet, restrained interaction between the two.

Who wouldn’t find it utterly delightful to see the usually icy Director Chi coaxing the battle-worn officer?

In her heart, she screamed that she desperately needed some insulin to go with her rice!

…

The winter night’s wind howled, carrying a bone-chilling sharpness.

After leaving the emergency building, Chi Jue hurried toward her car, her rushed steps leaving others puzzled about the reason.

Su Qiao had become her little tail, trotting along behind her. “Hey, hey, slow down a bit!”

Pulling open the car door, Chi Jue practically shoved her haphazardly into the passenger seat. “Get in, quick.”

In her haste, Su Qiao accidentally bumped her head against the car frame. Clutching her head, she groaned, “Ouch! Even arresting criminals isn’t this rushed.”

Chi Jue was amused by her comical expression. She wanted to reach out and rub her head but held back, fearing such an intimate gesture might seem too frivolous.

“Wait for me a moment.” She stepped away to the trunk and rummaged through her overnight supplies, pulling out a cotton coat and a sweatshirt. She wondered if the ‘little bear’s’ sturdy frame would fit into them.

Back in the car, she handed the clothes to Su Qiao and urged, “Change into these, hurry.”

Su Qiao’s shoulder and most of her arm were exposed, the tanned skin and well-defined muscle lines always tempting Dr. Chi to sneak a few more glances.

Perhaps that was the reason for her rushed pace, she didn’t want anyone else to see the ‘little bear’s’ sexy bare shoulders, nor did she want her to catch a cold in the biting wind.

Scratching the back of her head, Su Qiao hesitated. “Change here?”

Chi Jue’s smile grew more teasing. “Do you want to change in the open parking lot instead?”

The ‘little bear’ hung her head and muttered, “Isn’t this a bit inappropriate…”

“You have what I have.” Chi Jue loved watching Officer Su’s awkward, flustered expressions.

“Then… don’t peek!” Injured, Su Qiao wasn’t very nimble at removing her clothes, even deliberately slowing down.

“Let me help you.” How could Chi Jue miss such an opportunity? Noting the shy, hesitant look on her face, she draped the sweatshirt over Su Qiao’s head. “This way, you won’t feel embarrassed.”

Tch, like covering one’s ears while stealing a bell.

After finally changing, the cramped car was filled with an awkward, bashful silence.

The clothes were a bit too small, turning the sweatshirt into almost a crop top on Su Qiao, who kept tugging at the hem.

Chi Jue intended to fold her tattered jacket but noticed two gaping holes in the front and back, with the inner padding nearly gone.

She slipped her fingers through the holes and wiggled them in front of Su Qiao. “Your job really does a number on your clothes, huh?”

“Ugh, don’t even mention it! The suspect we were chasing today had a gun hidden on him. When I pinned him to the ground, he suddenly pressed the muzzle against my chest. Luckily, I knocked it aside with my elbow, but the gun went off and tore through my clothes.”

Su Qiao recounted the story vividly, as if it were someone else’s tale, turning that life-and-death moment into a trivial anecdote.

Unbeknownst to her, the listener’s smile had faded.

Chi Jue silently folded the clothes, turned around, and placed them in the back seat.

Sensing her displeasure, Su Qiao quickly changed the subject to something more hopeful: “Um…what about that promised spicy feast?”

She even rubbed her hands together excitedly, clearly starving.

“You’re injured and need to avoid spicy food. We’ll do it another day.” Chi Jue canceled the dinner they had been looking forward to all day, her tone now cold and detached.

“We’re…not going? We could have something light instead, like clay pot congee. I know a place-”

A sudden ringtone cut through Su Qiao’s flustered words.

Chi Jue glanced at the screen, hesitated for a moment, and answered the call.

During the conversation, her responses were fragmented, barely forming coherent sentences. After a few brief murmurs of acknowledgment, she ended the call abruptly.

Her face had returned to its usual aloofness, and even her tone carried a sense of distance: “Something came up last minute. I’ll take you home first.”

Su Qiao could never quite read Dr. Chi’s thoughts, it felt like one wrong step could trigger a landmine. She couldn’t figure out what she had done wrong.

“Don’t worry about taking me home. Go handle your business. I’ve already troubled you enough today.” She tactfully unbuckled her seatbelt, suppressing the heavy disappointment in her heart. Before Chi Jue could insist, she gritted her teeth against the pain of her wound and swiftly got out of the car.

“Drive safely,” she waved goodbye, forcing a sweet smile.

She didn’t realize that her smile looked a little bitter.

But the person in the car didn’t respond, not even bothering to glance her way. All that remained was the sight of the car speeding away, leaving behind nothing but dust, decisive and cold.