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Asclepius
(/æˈkliːpiəs/; Greek: ἈσκληπιόςAsklēpiós [asklɛːpiós]; Latin: Aesculapius) or Hepius is a hero and god of medicine in ancient Greek religion and mythology.
Asclepius represents the healing aspect of the medical arts.
His s...
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, You make my heart skip, I think I have Mobitz type II!"
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What were you doing?
Why were you currently waiting in a Doctor's office?
When you could be out and trying to find a job?
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Doctor Min was getting on your nerves now. He had told you to stay in here while he went to surgery and he even told a nurse to keep an eye on you to inform him immediately if you ran off.
You glanced back at the glass office door to see the nurse was still looking at you from where she sat at her desk.
Groaning out your frustration, you looked back at the certificates on the wall that were somehow curing your boredom. They had showed that the Doctor's name was actually Min Yoongi and that he was a certified Pulmonologist which made sense since he was your mother's doctor.
You continued looking around the room that was kind of plain and dull but at least it was tidy and clean. Once your eyes landed on a certain photo frame, your curiosity got the best of you and soon you stood up to get a closer look.
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((A/n: my edit ~(•-•~)))
It was Doctor Min. On his graduation day you assumed and the person next to him must be his mother.
All of a sudden, the sound of the door opening behind you startled you and you turned around, expecting to see the owner of this office enter.
"Yoongi, I've sorted out the files you've sent me and-" a male, who was adorning a Doctor's coat finally looked up from his tablet, expecting to see the Pulmonologist but instead saw a woman standing by the shelves.
"...who are you?" The male had dark black hair that was neatly styled and he looked like a professional.
"...I'm- err,...Y/N?" How were you going to explain this?
