secret story | jeno x reader

Chapter 4: Busy

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I finished dressing for the day. I took a moment to examine my reflection in the mirror, adjusting my navy blue Gucci silk tie and smoothing down my black Stella McCartney blazer. Today was going to be a long day, and I needed to feel as sharp and composed as I looked.

I was in my element, ready to dive into the complex world of genitourinary oncology—a field I had dedicated myself to with unyielding passion. The treatment, research, and prevention of cancers related to the prostate, bladder, kidneys, testes, and penis were not just a job for me. It was a calling. And today, my schedule was packed with patient consultations and case discussions.

I slipped into my black Gucci Jordaan loafers and grabbed my bag. With one last glance in the mirror, I adjusted the collar of my $1,700 white Gucci cotton poplin shirt and felt the slight weight of responsibility settle onto my shoulders. Time to head to the hospital.

When I arrived at AMN Healthcare, I quickly made my way to my office. The sound of my heels clicked against the polished floors as I passed the bustling corridors. It was the usual organized chaos of a Monday morning—nurses briefing one another on patients' charts, doctors hurriedly moving between rooms, and the low hum of medical equipment in the background.

"Good morning, Dr. Lissner," a few colleagues greeted me as I walked by, my pace steady but purposeful.

I nodded politely, offering a quick smile in return. "Morning!" I called back before finally reaching my office.

Once inside, I quickly removed my blazer, hanging it carefully on the hook behind the door, and swapped it for my white doctor's coat, the universal symbol of my profession. I rolled the sleeves up slightly, ready for the busy day ahead.

As I settled into my desk, reviewing the patient files for the day, a familiar voice greeted me, breaking my concentration.

"Hey, y/n, good morning!" Haechan's voice was light and filled with the usual mischief he carried. He leaned against the doorframe, a bright smile on his face.

"Haechan!" I exclaimed cheerfully, standing up to give him a quick hug. "Morning! How was your weekend?"

He shrugged, his smile turning into a playful grin. "You know, the usual. Dinner with family, catching up on some Netflix series I'd been missing out on, and sleeping in until noon. What about you? How's Mr. Perfect Surgeon treating you these days?"

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Jeno, but the smile on my face was unmistakable. "Jeno's great. We spent most of the weekend relaxing... well, as much as two people with jobs like ours can relax."

Haechan snickered. "That doesn't sound like relaxing at all. More like trying to squeeze in time between surgeries and patient charts."

"You're not wrong," I admitted with a laugh, "but it was nice just to spend time together. No complaints here."

Haechan gave me a knowing look. "You two are still as grossly cute as ever, aren't you?"

I rolled my eyes again, but this time, it was impossible to hide the warmth that spread across my chest at the thought of Jeno. "Okay, enough about my love life. We've got a full day ahead of us. What cases are you handling this morning?"

"Ah, yes, back to business," Haechan said with a mock-salute before handing me the patient list. "We've got a few post-op check-ups and a new referral for a suspected case of bladder cancer."

My mood shifted instantly into work mode as I took the list from him and scanned the names. Each case came with its own set of challenges, and it was my job to ensure that every patient received the best possible care.

"Thanks for pulling this together," I said, already mentally prioritizing which patients I needed to see first.

"No problem," Haechan replied. "By the way, Dr. Nam is on call today, so if we need another consult on the complex cases, we're covered."

"Perfect," I said. "Let's get to work."

By mid-morning, I had already made my rounds with Haechan, seeing a few familiar faces and going over post-operative care with patients who were recovering well. I loved this part of my job—checking in with patients, ensuring their progress, and providing them with hope and reassurance. The human connection in medicine was what drove me every day. It wasn't just about curing cancer; it was about giving people their lives back.

After wrapping up a particularly lengthy consultation with a patient who had undergone surgery for prostate cancer, I stepped out into the hallway for a moment to catch my breath. I glanced at the time on my phone—11:30 AM. I was right on schedule, but the day was only just beginning.

I was about to head back to my office when Haechan appeared by my side again, this time holding two cups of coffee.

"Thought you might need this," he said, handing me one.

"You are a lifesaver," I replied, gratefully accepting the cup.

Haechan shrugged. "I do what I can."

As we stood there sipping our coffee, a nurse approached us with a chart in hand. "Dr. Lissner, Dr. Haechan, the patient in room 204 is ready for their consultation. Suspected case of kidney cancer."

I exchanged a glance with Haechan, and we both nodded. "On it," I said, following the nurse down the hall.

The patient in room 204 was a man in his late 60s. He looked nervous, understandably so, as I entered the room with Haechan.

"Good morning, Mr. Harper," I greeted him warmly, sitting down across from him. "I'm Dr. Lissner, and this is Dr. Haechan. We'll be handling your case together."

Mr. Harper nodded, his eyes filled with anxiety. "Morning, doctors. I'm... I'm just really hoping this isn't as bad as it seems."

I offered him a reassuring smile. "We're going to do everything we can to figure out exactly what's going on and provide you with the best treatment options available."

We went over his medical history, the symptoms he'd been experiencing, and the results of the initial tests. It was a delicate conversation, one where I had to balance delivering information without overwhelming him. But that was part of the job—being both a physician and a source of comfort for people in the scariest moments of their lives.

"We're going to run a few more tests today," I explained after our discussion. "Once we have those results, we'll know more about what we're dealing with and what the next steps will be. For now, try to focus on taking things one step at a time."

Mr. Harper nodded, his expression softening just a little as he took in the information. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate that."

Haechan and I wrapped up the consultation and left the room, immediately discussing our plan of action for his case. There were always difficult decisions to be made, but we were committed to ensuring that Mr. Harper received the best care possible.

By the time lunchtime rolled around, I felt like I had been on my feet for days, not hours. I made my way back to my office, closing the door behind me as I sank into my chair, finally allowing myself a moment to breathe.

The day was far from over, but as I sat there sipping the last of my coffee and reviewing the patient charts for the afternoon, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in what we had accomplished already.

This was the life I had chosen, and even on the toughest days, I wouldn't trade it for anything.