What if I fall in love with my doctor?

Fall in love with your attending. If you are single and he happens to be single, go for it. Maybe a beautiful marriage is waiting for your courage. And if one of you is not single, then from a moral point of view, let's turn this love into appreciation or communicate as friends.

Seeing this question reminds me of my ignorant youth. It was the preparation period of the third grade, and my leg kept hurting during physical exercise, so I went to the hospital for examination. The results showed that something had grown on my bones, and the doctor suggested that I must have an operation. So I dropped out of school and went to the hospital.

My doctor in charge is a handsome young man. Judging from my years of work experience, he probably didn't have a long working life at that time, and he had a lofty sense of mission and responsibility for the medical cause, as well as the enthusiasm and vitality of young people. So he was very patient with me, answering questions for me in every detail and taking pains to comfort my nervous mood. Before the operation, he became my biggest spiritual support in fear, anxiety and anxiety. I have to see him every day to squeeze out a smile, and only under his gentle comfort will I eat. It seems that at that time, he also went to work every day, with unlimited energy and never needed a rest. Anyway, whenever I need him, he will appear in front of me.

On the day of the operation, he was not the surgeon. Surgeons are experienced old doctors hired from superior hospitals. In the operating room, I testily refused the operating room nurse to disinfect my leg until he came in and took off his mask. His big eyes seemed to drip gently. He said to let him come. I obediently stood still and was at his mercy. At that time, I didn't know what love was, but I knew I was in love with this attending doctor, special and hopeless.

Of course, this love will definitely end in vain. I was discharged from the hospital and went home soon after the operation, and my family would not care about my willfulness until I recovered. Of course, at that time, I was afraid to say anything to others.

Times have changed, and looking back at this love is nothing more than the dependence of special occasions and special periods, not love.