Sweet Twins

"It's work time, Director Jessie. Please focus on your work," Nancy said as she walked toward the pediatric department of the
hospital.
She carefully checked the condition of the little patient. The injury was not serious and the surgery was not that complicated.
But as soon as she entered the operating room, Charles arrived at the hospital carrying Bobby in his arms.
"Where is Nancy?" Charles asked anxiously with a grim look on his face.
"Sir... Dr. Nancy is in the middle of a surgery. Can I help you with anything?"
When Jessie found out that Charles arrived, she became so excited that she almost forgot that she was Nancy's assistant.
"My son is having difficulty breathing and he has a high fever, and we're here for Dr. Nancy's help," Charles declared anxiously
with a frown.
"She needs to prioritize the patient in the operating room. Dr. Nancy cannot leave the operating room until the surgery is
complete. Mr. Fu, please let me take care of your child," Jessie explained patiently and professionally.
"Okay," Charles replied hesitatingly. Bobby was barely conscious and it worried Charles so much that he immediately handed
him over to Jessie.
Jessie brought Bobby into a ward and on a hospital bed and prepared the oxygen and a drip for him.
"I want my mommy. I want my mommy!" Bobby murmured in a half conscious state.
"When will she come out of the operating room?" Charles asked anxiously.
"Dr. Nancy is one of the popular doctors in the hospital now. There are many patients waiting in line for her. That's why she is
always very busy," Jessie said in a voice mixed with bitterness.
"When do you think the operation will end?" he shouted between tightly gritted teeth. Charles was naturally a cold person, but he
was also known for his patience and he rarely lost his temper, especially with strangers. But the situation was completely
unusual and he didn't have the time for wordplay while Bobby's life and safety were on the line.
"An hour, an hour," Jessie stammered. She was so terrified that her body trembled. She did not dare speak another word for fear
of incurring his wrath once more.

Charles released her and started to pace across the room filled with anxiety.
His mind was in a confused state of mess. In his mind, he wondered if Nancy had a special magical ability that held him under
her spell. It was no longer just Bobby who liked her very much, but he seemed to have developed an inexplicably keen
dependence on her.
During the dinner party last night, all that he could think of was her. He could barely function normally because he could not get
her out of his mind.
Even his dreams were haunted with thoughts of having sex with her.
'What the hell is happening to me?!' he thought to himself as he shook his head.
When Nancy finally walked out of the operating room, Charles walked hurriedly towards her with an emotionless face.
"I need to talk to you," he said to Nancy. His voice was stern; it sounded as if Nancy owed him something.
Nancy's face instantly looked austere. She always took her work very seriously.
"Sir, I am working. Please do not disturb me, right now."
"Don't call me sir. My name is Charles Fu." Charles immediately felt a little angry because of the indifference in the way Nancy
addressed him.
"Okay, Mr. Fu. I'm currently on duty right now. Please let me do my job," Nancy replied in a professional and serious manner.
She looked serious with wanting to make him leave.
"My name is Charles. Don't call me Mr. Fu anymore. Is that clear?" Charles said fiercely as he grabbed her arm.
She didn't know what he was about to do to her. She wondered if he was there just to tell her his name.
"Charles, please let go of me now, okay?" Nancy said in a calm tone of voice with a hint of seriousness. Since he insisted that
she addressed him with his first name, she did exactly as he wanted.
"Good. I am now your patient's family. My child is sick. Could you please check on him right now?" Charles said as he dragged
Nancy to the ward where Bobby was.

"Y-You mean...Bobby?" she stammered. Nancy was completely surprised. "He was completely fine when he left yesterday. How
could he be in a dire condition after just one day and one night?"
"It's because of you. He wanted so badly to see you. Are you happy now?" Charles said mockingly. He directed all of his anger
and frustration at her.
He knew that Bobby wanted to get sick because of her. And in a situation like this, who else would he turn to?
"You mean, he got himself sick because he wanted to see me?" Nancy felt so worried that she rushed to Bobby's bedside and
instantly started to check his status. She started by rolling up his eyelids and then checked his irises. "Don't worry, he'll be fine.
Get me the bupleurum and stop using the antipyretics tomorrow," Nancy instructed the nurse.
"Doctor Nancy, he is my patient," Jessie said abruptly as she entered the room.
She could not understand what was happening. She's been a pediatrician for a decade. There was no way that she could be
inferior to Nancy who was a few years younger than her.
If Nancy took her patient, she would lost her face as a director.
"Just get out. I need her, and so does my child," Charles said after he turned to Jessie.
Jessie gave Nancy a furious look before she turned around and walked out of the room.
"I am going to entrust my boy to you. Make sure that he gets well as soon as possible."
"Don't worry. I always treat my patients equally and do my best to ensure their well-being and recovery."
"No!"
Charles roared in a pained tone of voice. He felt depressed with the situation.
'What?' Nancy asked herself. Nancy turned to Charles looking confused.
'How did a dominant man such as Charles suddenly become so sensitive?' she wondered.
"Remember, he is not only your patient. He is a kid who considers you as his mommy!" Charles said in a voice that was not too
loud, but was forceful.

'Mommy?' Nancy thought.
Charles' words brought a feeling as if electricity suddenly coursed throughout Nancy's body. She felt ashamed that she almost
forgot about it completely.
She took a deep breath and turned to him with a solemn countenance. "I understand, Mr. Fu."
She turned to Bobby with grim determination after she spoke. She then fed him with bupleurum.
Then, she took a clean towel, dipped it in a basin of water, squeezed the excess water and placed it on Bobby's forehead.
When Nancy started to work on Bobby, Charles started to feel relieved. He sat on a nearby sofa and watched how Nancy
worked.
The more he watched her, the calmer he felt.
He watched as she gently wiped off Bobby's sweat, checked his IV, and moistened his parched lips.
She did everything calmly. When he saw that Bobby was sick, he immediately became anxious like a drop of water on a red hot
pan. He easily panicked and didn't know what to do.
"It's just an ordinary cold. When his fever goes down tomorrow, he'll be on the road to full recovery." she comforted Charles with
a sweet smile when she saw Charles' worried look,
"You can't work on anyone else until he recovers!" Charles demanded in an arrogant tone of voice.
He resigned to the fact that the only time that he felt at ease was when she was there.
"Charles, I heard that you are the CEO of the TS Group. And you're a man, so you should take the responsibility, shouldn't you?
Kids naturally catch cold." Nancy was a busy doctor. Even if this little guy called her Mommy, she couldn't neglect her other
patients because of him. "Look after Bobby while I get back to work,"
Nancy said as she wiped her hands and was about to leave.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? I will not allow you to leave!" Charles stood up and blocked Nancy's way.

Nancy had long admitted to herself that she liked handsome men since she was a little child. She could never be deceived by
Caspar if he wasn't a handsome man.
However, a valuable lesson that she learned early in her life was that the more handsome a man was, the more unreliable he
was.
"Charles, don't be so unreasonable. I just returned from abroad. I can't earn any salary if I don't work. Are you willing to pay for
my salary?"
"No problem!" Charles replied instantly. He agreed without second thoughts or hesitation.
"You are really so unreasonable!" Nancy immediately felt angry. As long as she was in the hospital, she was a doctor for any
patient that needed her help. No matter who the person was, he could never be more than a patient to her in the hospital.
Yes, she did like Bobby. He was a sweet child. But she shouldn't delay her work because of him.
"So, you want to leave? That will not be possible." Without warning, Charles suddenly grabbed her arm.
His strong hand grabbed her so tightly that her arm ached.