“What a delightful sight to see, Dr. Na.” a woman clad in identical scrubs to Y/N's chuckled, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief as she observed her colleague stepping out of the changing room. Her voice carried a lilt of amusement, adding a touch of warmth to the sterile environment of the hospital.
“Really now, Dr. Wagner?” Y/N responded with a sigh tinged with sarcasm, her eyes glancing sideways at her colleague. The corners of her lips twitched, as if fighting back a smile, while Dr. Wagner’s broad grin seemed almost ready to break into a full-blown laugh.
“You’re no fun, Y/N.” Dr. Wagner sang, her tone light and teasing as she fell into step beside her. "By the way, how was your date?"
Y/N halted abruptly, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “What are you talking about, Dr. Wagner? I don’t recall mentioning anything about a date. Are you, by any chance, keeping tabs on me?” Her voice held a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, though her eyes betrayed a hint of amusement.
Dr. Wagner burst into laughter, her eyes crinkling with genuine amusement as she clutched her stomach. She always found it intriguing to see Y/N’s stark contrast between her professional demeanor and her more relaxed, engaging persona outside the hospital.
“Relax, will you?” Dr. Wagner managed between giggles. “I just happened to see you at a café near my place.”
Y/N’s cheeks flushed slightly, betraying her attempt at nonchalance. “Oh, I see. It was just a casual outing.” she said, striving to maintain an air of casualness despite the telltale hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Dr. Wagner's grin widened even further. “Casual, huh? From where I was sitting, it looked quite cozy.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile as she replied, “You’re incorrigible, Dr. Wagner.”
“And you secretly enjoy it.” Dr. Wagner teased, giving Y/N a friendly nudge. The two doctors continued down the corridor together, their laughter echoing softly against the walls, adding a touch of camaraderie to the bustling hospital.
•°•°•
Y/N let out an exasperated sigh as she knocked on the door. The sound echoed slightly in the quiet corridor, a brief moment of anticipation before the inevitable.
There was a moment of silence before a voice resonated from within. “Come in.”
Y/N braced herself before entering, knowing that another predicament would be awaiting her. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, the familiar scent of antiseptic and paper filling her senses.
“I heard that you called for me, Dr. Heidelberg.” Y/N spoke, her voice monotone and her face stoic as she stood tall in front of the man sitting in his swivel chair.
His office, adorned with framed medical degrees and accolades, seemed to exude an air of authority. The soft hum of his computer and the faint rustle of papers created an undercurrent of urgency.
“I did. There’s a patient with a rare disease. There's a slim chance of successfully treating her, and therein lies the conflict. She has a critically low white blood cell count, and I need you to proceed with the operation once her levels stabilize.” he said, his eyes piercing through Y/N with an intensity that spoke volumes of the gravity of the situation. His voice, though calm, carried the weight of the decision he was entrusting to her.
“I understand. You can count on me, Dr. Heidelberg.” Y/N replied, pursing her lips as she nodded. Her mind was already racing through the possible complications and necessary preparations. She had faced countless challenges before, but each case carried its own unique pressures.
She knew something like this would be coming. It wasn't uncommon in her role as a neurosurgeon. Challenges and high-stakes decisions were part of the job, and she had learned to navigate them with a blend of precision and resilience.
“Great. I'll send you her information and the test results via email.” he responded, a wide smile plastered on his face, though his eyes remained serious. The contrast between his expression and his eyes did not escape her notice.
“I'll be on my way now. Have a good day.” Y/N uttered as she turned, exiting the office with a cold expression. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on her shoulders, but she carried it with the same grace she always did.
Ah, indeed. Just another typical day for a neurosurgeon.
She strode down the hallway towards her office, stretching her neck as she walked. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a sterile glow on the bustling corridor, illuminating the determined set of her features.
On the way, some nurses waved good morning. A few were timid, practically drooling over how elegant and composed Y/N looked in her scrub suit. Her presence commanded respect, a blend of grace and authority that did not go unnoticed. Each step she took was a testament to her commitment and strength.
As she reached her office, Y/N allowed herself a brief moment to exhale, preparing mentally for the challenges ahead. She was determined, focused, and ready to face whatever the day would bring. This was her calling, and she embraced it with unwavering resolve.
As Y/N was absorbed in her paperwork, the rhythmic tapping of a knock on the door interrupted her concentration, causing her to pause and look up. She set her pen aside with a deliberate motion, her brow slightly furrowing in curiosity.
“Come in.” she called out, her voice carrying a firm, authoritative tone.
The door creaked open, and a nurse stepped inside hesitantly, her posture reflecting a blend of nervousness and respect. She approached Y/N’s desk with measured steps. “Dr. Nam, I wanted to inform you that your class schedule has been moved to tomorrow due to some unforeseen circumstances.” the nurse said, her voice soft but clear, tinged with a hint of apprehension.
Y/N nodded slowly, her gaze steady and attentive. “I understand. Thank you for letting me know. I’ll make a note of the change.” she replied, her voice calm and composed.
The nurse offered a timid smile and a brief nod before she turned to leave, her cheeks flushed with a mix of relief and embarrassment. As the door closed behind her, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle softly, a warm smile touching her lips. The nurse's shy demeanor had added a fleeting moment of lightness to her otherwise busy day.
Returning to her paperwork, Y/N allowed herself a brief stretch, easing the tension from her shoulders. The small interruption had brought a touch of humanity to her routine, and she resumed her tasks with a renewed sense of focus and clarity.
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Okokoko hii gays! Should I call you gay? Guy? Girl? Gurl? Anyway, how was it? I've been a bit busy this past few weeks since class started 😔😞
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FanfictionG×G!P Hong Hae-in met a woman named Y/N, unaware that Y/N was a renowned neurosurgeon, someone who could potentially save her from a brain tumor. Their encounter took place in Germany, where Hae-in had traveled for surgery. As Hae-in strolled throug...
