‘Miss, what kind of consultation are you here for?’ a receptionist asked.
‘I…’ Gu Jing said and she looked at her flat chest.
‘Oh. This plastic surgery practice is rated the best practice for breast enhancements in the country. Are you here for a breast enhancement consultation?’ the receptionist asked.
Gu Jing nodded her head.
‘Miss, rest a.s.sure all our patients after breast implants have said there are no scars on their chests. The plastic surgeons here will follow your requests. You can request anything like pear shaped breast implants, peach shaped breast implants and the cup size of your choice…’ the receptionist said. She smiled charmingly. ‘And you can also request to have breast implants like one of your favourite national or international idols.’
Gu Jing’s head spun.
‘If you like you can ask one of our plastic surgeons to give you trial bras for you to experience what it’ll be like with the breast implants you desire,’ the receptionist said.
Gu Jing looked at a pair of mountain b.r.e.a.s.t.s advertised in the plastic surgery practice’s catalogue and she thought about the day she would stand proud with big b.r.e.a.s.t.s in front of Zhen Lang.
Gu Jing nodded her head.
‘Miss, do you want to choose which of our plastic surgeons to see or do you want us to make a recommendation for you. If you choose your own then perhaps you will need to wait a while until the plastic surgeon is available,’ the receptionist said.
‘Can you choose for me the best plastic surgeon who is available to see me now?’ Gu Jing asked.
‘Please wait while I check which plastic surgeons are available,’ the receptionist said. She checked the plastic surgeons’ appointment listings. ‘Miss, you are lucky. Our best plastic surgeon’s patient postponed a plastic surgery today and he is available to see you. His office is the first office on the second floor on the left. Miss, do you need me to escort you to his office?’
Gu Jing shook her head and she walked upstairs to the second floor. She saw the plastic surgeon’s name displayed on the front door of the first office on the left – ‘Lin Tu Shen.’
Gu Jing felt the plastic surgeon’s name was familiar, but she couldn’t remember why before she stepped into his office.
Gu Jing’s first impression of the plastic surgery practice was it provided good service, the furnishings in the reception area and a plastic surgeon’s office were cla.s.sy. The walls were a fresh shade of green and sunlight shone through the wide windows.
Gu Jing saw the plastic surgeon’s chair faced a window and the bright sunlight obstructed her vision of him.
Gu Jing didn’t expect plastic surgeons had the luxury to view the sceneries outside the window.
The plastic surgeon swung his chair around. Gu Jing’s eyes were blinded by a bright halo that surrounded the plastic surgeon’s white shirt.
Gu Jing thought about how people said doctors were like angels and in that moment she felt the same way. But her delusion disappeared the moment she saw the smile on the plastic surgeon’s face. She felt like his white shirt turned into a black shirt. The plastic surgeon wasn’t an angel!
Gu Jing fisted her hands. ‘Why are you here?’
Gu Jing felt like she was in a nightmare and that the heavens mocked her. But the person in front of her was scarier than a nightmare, he could appear in front of her anytime he wanted to. She silently begged the heavens – ‘Heavens send a lightning bolt to kill me in front of this person.’
‘I’m here for an initial consultation and to examine the patient,’ Zhen Lang said.
‘But… the name displayed on the door is Lin Tu Shen,’ Gu Jing said.
‘Is that so? Perhaps the nurse on duty is busy and the nurse forgot to change the name on the door,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing cursed the nurse! If the name on the door was Zhen or Lang she wouldn’t enter into an office of nightmares.
Gu Jing finally remembered Lin Tu Shen, he was the jinx’s lover boy who she threw over her shoulders years ago.
‘The owner of this ‘Beautiful Rose’ plastic surgery practice is one of my former professors,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing wisely stepped backward.
‘Why are you here?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing cursed herself for not stepping back fast enough, another three steps and she would be free of her nightmare.
‘This is a plastic surgery practice, but you-’ Zhen Lang said.
‘I’m looking for a toilet!’ Gu Jing lied.
Gu Jing took another step back and she unexpectedly b.u.mped into the receptionist.
‘Miss, are you ok? You forgot a copy of your consultation form. I amended the name of your doctor to Doctor Zhen on your form,’ the receptionist said.
Gu Jing knew she was cornered because Zhen Lang heard what the receptionist said.
‘If you chose me then why do you want to leave? Are you suspicious my surgical skills?’ Zhen Lang asked.
Gu Jing wanted to say to Zhen Lang she didn’t suspect his surgical skills, but she suspected his impartialness.
Gu Jing knew it would be futile to escape because he would appear in front of her anywhere she escaped to.
Gu Jing reluctantly turned around.
Zhen Lang closed the windows. ‘Lock the door.’
Gu Jing was used to following Zhen Lang’s orders at home so she carelessly locked the door.
After the door was locked Gu Jing’s suspicions were confirmed, she heard a nurse mumbled outside the locked door – ‘Huh? This morning I changed the name display for this office. Why is it still Doctor Lin? Is my head muddled today?’
Gu Jing turned around and the curtains were closed too. The bright room became dark and it felt like her back turned cold.
Gu Jing felt Zhen Lang’s smile turned into a professional smile and the man who stood in front of her wasn’t the man she lived with at home.
‘Take off your shirt,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing almost choked to death.
Gu Jing looked at her baggy shirt. ‘I… today I only wore one shirt.’
Gu Jing was sane, only someone who was insane would wear layers of clothes on a hot day. She was an active person and she hated humidity and heat the most.
‘I know. Take off your shirt,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing heard Zhen Lang’s indifferent tone of voice but she didn’t put down her guard.
‘What for?’ Gu Jing asked.
Although Gu Jing and Zhen Lang were familiar with each other, but not to the point they could be naked in front of each other. She felt it wasn’t fair if she was the only one who undressed.
‘If you don’t take off your shirt then how will I know where are the best places to position your breast implants? What did you think I wanted to do? I’m a doctor who takes my duty of care toward my patients seriously,’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing saw Zhen Lang pull a drawer and he took out a pen marker. She thought he looked like a beauty queen pageant judge who wanted to use the pen marker to score her body parts out of ten. She wondered if he would score each of her body parts a ten, nine, eight or lower.
‘Do I need to take off my shirt?’ Gu Jing asked.
Gu Jing realised she made a big mistake the moment she stepped into Beautiful Rose.
‘Of course. Each patient’s body is different. Some patients have longer backs and some have shorter backs. Some patients have wider shoulders so they are more suitable for bigger breast implants. Understand?’ Zhen Lang said.
Gu Jing only understood she didn’t want Zhen Lang to see her naked body.
Gu Jing slowly put one arm through her shirt collar than she put her other arm through her shirt collar. It didn’t feel like she was taking off her shirt, it felt like she was ripping off her skin.
Zhen Lang silently waited for Gu Jing to take off her shirt and two of his fingers rubbed his nose. She thought his expression stayed indifferent whilst she took off her shirt. It was just the two of them in the room and she heard both of their breathing.
Gu Jing slowly lifted her shirt hem, her waist and stomach were exposed. Suddenly she pulled her shirt hem down to cover her waist and stomach. ‘I want to change doctors!’
Gu Jing couldn’t separate the professional Zhen Lang from the personal Zhen Lang she knew. She couldn’t take off her shirt in front of him.
Gu Jing put her arms back into her shirt sleeves. She turned around, walked to the door and her hand held the door k.n.o.b.
‘If you’re too scared to take off your shirt in front of me then how can you take off your shirt in front of someone else?’ Zhen Lang asked.
End of Chapter Twenty-Three