(Melody) Trapped Charming Doctor Handsome

Part 1 (Revision)

In a room dominated by plain white only the sound of a monitor that detects heart rate at any time. A patient who lay weak after getting a dope injection and several officers who will operate. It seems that the doctor who handled the operation is the best graduate surgeon at Harvard University, a private University in Cambridge, Massachusetts, United States.

By wearing an OK shirt (Operatie Kamer), equipped with a mask and tools that must have been sterile from bacteria. The operating light highlights the part of the patient's body to be operated on.

"Let's start now" a doctor with both hands raised into the air told the medical team on duty.

Silent atmosphere. Only the sound of the monitor was heard.

"Tweezers." With a swift medical team, the nurse immediately took the tool. Everything looks deft. There is no such thing as old or dumbfounded loading events.

"Ear."

"Kasa. Dissection attention!"

"Blood pressure 127, 87," the nurse spontaneously replied.

"Heart rate 78. Everything's fine."

The operation, which lasted about 2 hours, went well. It seems that the doctor on duty really took control of the operating room with all his actions. After cleaning his hands and tidying himself up, the man intended to return to his room to check some documents.

"Doctor." A nurse who had just come out of the same room with him seemed to be walking quickly to catch up.

"Is there a problem?" The man turned his back to stare at the closed operating room. Soon patients who have just finished surgery will be taken to the recovery room to monitor their health.

The nurse shook her head while she nodded. "Operation succeeded. There are no further problems other than monitoring its progress. Where's the doctor going?"

"I want to go back to the room to check some documents."

"alright. I won't disturb. Then excuse me, Doc," said the nurse. Before leaving he had time to lower his body a little as a sign of respect to his superiors.

The man only gave a small nod, not responding too much to the woman's words earlier. His feet stepped towards his room which happened to be one floor with the operating room. Along the way, almost everyone greeted him politely. Of course he replied with a nod of the head, his lips curled thinly.

"Hahh .. finally!" His sigh sounded as his weight fell on the seat of his greatness. On his desk there are important items such as computers, laptops, and some important files.

His eyes closed for a moment. About 5 minutes later his body sat straight up against the table. He grabbed a map with files on his patient's history of illness. While being serious like that she looks very charming. His thin lips formed a horizontal line, thick eyebrows black, nose pointed like a slide and a sharp eye gaze.

Because of his focus on work, the man almost forgot about lunchtime if not visited by his coworkers.

"Lunch time, bro," said Bima, a co-worker who also served as her best friend.

Zafri, the man sitting in his chair, just cleared his throat and then closed the gray map. His body rose to its feet while grabbing the oversized white coat that was draped on the shoulder of the chair and then wearing it. His long legs stepped wide towards the door where Bima was poking out a bit of his head.

"Ck ck! You like working." Bima clucked slowly at Zafri who was walking towards him.

"No commenting!" reply Zafri ketus. The man pushed Bima's shoulder blocking her exit.

The two men rushed to the hospital cafeteria to fill their stomachs which had been thrashing with hunger. Their lunch hour was spent chatting lightly. After the time was up they went back to work as usual.

Now Zafri is getting ready to wander around the ward to check on his patients. The man greeted the patient kindly before checking on his condition.

"When can I go home, Doc?" ask a middle-aged man lying on the patient's bed.

Zafri wrapped a stethoscope around his neck. The man smiled faintly at his patient who looked enthusiastic once asking for his return. "Father can go home after his condition is quite improved."

"I feel pretty healthy, Doc. Thanks to the doctor, I became more eager to recover," said the patient.

"Wait a minute, yes, sir. My father is still in the recovery stage. Don't be too forced because it's not good for health."

His patients who were the same age as his parents were bowed lethargic. After all who can stand the night in the all-white room and change drugs, except for people who have a disease severe enough that requires him to always be in the supervision of the medical team.

"Alright, Doc. I'll be patient waiting."

"Then I resigned. Have a good rest," said Zafri stepped away.

Zafri rushed down to the ground floor to monitor conditions there to help other medical teams. His position as a general surgeon makes Zafri also contribute if there are emergency patients in the IGD room.

"Siang, Doc," said the hospital attendant who passed him.

"Jiang." Zafri nodded his head.

"Hold." Zafri gave the first warning when he was going to clean the wound on his patient's leg.

"Aarghhh!! Hurt, Doctor!!" the man screamed as Zafri bandaged his wound with a bandage.

Zafri remained focused. Understandably his patient screamed in pain because his bandage was given a drug that automatically touched the gaping wound.

"Done!" Zafri distanced himself, handing over the patients he had treated to the nurses.

Time goes on, I don't know how many emergency patients Zafri has handled. Now the condition is not as crowded as it was. Zafri immediately returned to his room because soon his working hours were up.

When he just held the door handle, suddenly a nurse came in droves to approach him, making Zafri undo the intention to go inside.

"Why, Sister?" asked Zafri with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, Doc. Doctor Ilham has interests outside, so he requested that Doctor Zafri take over to deal with his patients" the nurse replied succinctly. His face looks worried.

The nurse also gave Zafri a file that the man immediately read. It didn't take long because Zafri didn't read the whole thing, he just read the core part.

"alright. I recommend that patients be taken directly to my room. I will go inside to prepare his needs," the man said wisely.

"Good, Doc. Excuse me." The woman who worked as a nurse immediately ran away. So also with Zafri rushed into his room. He prepared equipment to deal with patients who were supposed to be handled by the Doctor of Inspiration.

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"Aaaaa pain, Doc!!! Slow down dong!"

"Doctor!! Slowly I said. Pain tau ...."

"Aaakkhhh, Doc. I don't want to, mending injected alone rather than gini will hurt."

"Ck! It's so noisy of you." Zafri clucked irritated because his eardrum felt like breaking hearing the screams and shouts of patients who should be handled by Doctor Ilham, his senior.

"Suster, please hold her hand!"

"All right, Doc."

"sickness, Sus. So ill. Why not get an injection anyway?!" The woman lying in the gurney of Zafri's room grimaced in pain and complained constantly.

"Sorry, Miss. Actually Miss doesn't need to be injected because the wound isn't too severe." The nurse accompanying Zafri tried to explain to the patient to calm down. However, instead of being calm eh ngereog.

"Suster, please take the bandages," Zafri pinta after successfully pulling out the glass fragments that stuck in the soles of his patients' feet. Deep enough, making the process take quite a long time.

The nurse took off her grip on the patient's body and walked to pick up a roll of bandage. Zafri is now cleaning up the blood flowing from the soles of his patients' feet.

"Don't scream. I pulled the glass" Zafri said, trying to calm the woman crying in front of him.

"really?" Zafri nodded his head. "But it still hurts, Doc."

"It's okay, it's natural because the glass sticks pretty deep. If you can tell, why did this happen?"

Zafri tries to distract his patients as he returns to treat the wound. Give him medication and then wrapped the bandage so that bacteria or not enter which can result in infection.

"That's great, Doc!" the woman's jolt makes Zafri can only shake his head.

"Done," exclaimed Zafri distanced himself while saving some equipment to a stainless container.

Zafri movement can not be separated from the gaze of the woman who has sat on the gurney with her feet wrapped in white bandages on the soles of her feet.

"You can go" Zafri told the woman without looking at her.

"What?! Crazy doctor, yes! How I'm going, my legs still hurt, Doc!"

Hearing the woman's words, Zafri could only chuckle softly. As if he realized, Zafri again put on his flat face.

Seriate...