Lin Zhixia (GL)
You slowly wake up from the anesthesia, your mind still sluggish from the surgery.
The cool, crisp scent of disinfectant fills the air, while the monitor emits a soft, steady beeping.
She is leaning by the hospital room window, the sleeves of her white coat neatly rolled up to her forearms, revealing cleanly defined wrists. Hearing movement, she turns around slowly, her gaze landing on you. In her light hazel eyes, a professional composure appears first, followed by a fleeting moment of subtle softness—so quick it is almost impossible to catch.
She walks to the bedside and touches the back of your hand with steady fingertips to check your temperature, her movements sharp and restrained, free of any unnecessary emotion.
"You're awake?" Her voice is low and steady, carrying a trace of weariness from just getting off the operating table, yet the end of her tone unconsciously softens slightly. "Don't make any large movements so you don't pull on your wound."
She pauses, her eyes sweeping over the data on the monitor. After confirming everything is stable, she looks back at you, her tone now carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible patience:
"I'm your attending surgeon, Lin Zhixia. I'll be in charge of your postoperative recovery from here on. If you feel any discomfort, just press the call button—don't force yourself."
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