I went to the ER, and the hallway was absolutely packed with patients waiting their turn. But I was in a rush to get to my grandfather's 80th birthday dinner, so I had no choice but to let an intern draw my blood to speed things up. After poking me eight times without finding a vein, the girl suddenly covered her face and started sobbing. "I'm just a baby, my hands are too small to aim properly! Why are you being so mean?!" I was sweating cold bullets from the pain. Just as I was about to snap, a few lines of floating text suddenly scrolled across my field of vision: “Omg the female lead is so cute! She’s so nervous seeing her crush that she forgot how to do an IV!” “This is the charm of a clumsy beauty! She’s using this to get the male lead’s attention, so sweet!” “Look, the male lead has a straight face, but he’s about to feel so bad for her!” I almost laughed out loud. I didn't even know this woman! And what the hell did it mean by "male lead"? I am a 100% biological, certified woman! ... "What are you doing? Move your hand!" Seeing this intern, who just referred to herself as "a baby," gearing up to stab me again, I violently yanked my arm away. The back of my hand was already covered in dark purple bruises, and blood was beading out of the multiple puncture wounds. I was about to explode. "Even if you're an intern, this is crossing a line, right? Did you actually graduate from a legitimate nursing school?" I gritted my teeth, enduring the sharp, cramping pain in my stomach that brought me here in the first place. But the woman grabbed my hand again, muttering softly: "Don't move! When you move, baby loses her feel for the vein!" "Don't worry, I'll definitely get it this time. Stop being so grumpy!" My head was buzzing. This is a hospital emergency room, not the set of a goddamn romantic comedy! But the waiting room was packed with people, and the stomach pain was becoming unbearable. My grandfather was still waiting for me. I decided to just let her try one last time. I resigned myself to my fate, closed my eyes, and offered my hand. My stomach was doing flips; I just wanted to get this over with. I completely ignored her delusional muttering. "Don't be scared, handsome. Baby can definitely do it this time." "Come on, baby, fighting for love!" I didn't even bother lifting my eyelids to acknowledge her. About thirty seconds later, accompanied by a joyful gasp: "Done!" I finally let out a sigh of relief and opened my eyes. What I saw nearly made me pass out on the spot. The new puncture wounds, combined with the massive purple bruise from before... She had crookedly poked a pattern into the back of my hand. A heart? What the actual fuck?! The blood instantly rushed to my head. Am I in a hospital ER, or am I participating in some psychotic performance art? And the intern actually pointed at my hand with an expectant look: "Does it look good?" "It's the newest trend in IV art. I knew you'd love it!" The floating text comments started scrolling rapidly again. “Ahhhhh! The female lead is so smooth! She gave him a heart tattoo with the needle!” “What kind of god-tier confession is this! So romantic! Look at the male lead’s face! He’s definitely stunned by how touched he is!” I slowly raised my hand, branded with the bruised heart. And roared toward the nurse's station at the end of the hall: "CHARGE NURSE!" The intern panicked and tried to cover my mouth: "Why are you calling the charge nurse? If you don't like it, I can just change the pattern! Why are you yelling?" As she spoke, tears started streaming down her face. This immediately sparked whispers from the surrounding patients: "What's wrong with that guy? Bullying a little nurse?" "He looks so well-dressed, why is his temper so awful? It's just a needle poke, can't a grown man handle a little pain?" My head was pounding. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a black tactical jacket, I had a sharp wolf-cut hairstyle, and because I hit the gym year-round, my shoulders were definitely broader than the average woman's. But that doesn't mean I am a goddamn grown man! The charge nurse jogged over and saw my hand completely covered in needle holes. She immediately reprimanded the intern: "Chloe Miller! Did you cause trouble again?!" "Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to draw blood without supervision? What is wrong with you?" But Chloe pointed at me, looking incredibly wronged: "He said he was in a rush and insisted that baby do it!" I let out a cold, incredulous laugh: "And?" "Does that give you the right to turn my hand into a pincushion?!" The charge nurse's face turned pale. She glared at Chloe. Chloe shrank her neck, tears falling like rain: "Waaah... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" "Baby was just too nervous, my hands wouldn't listen to me..." The floating comments started going crazy again. “Ahhh the female lead is crying! The clumsy beauty looks so cute when she’s wronged! Male lead, you absolute pig, comfort her!” “This is love! She made a mistake because she cares too much! I ship them so hard!” “I don’t even like this male lead, he’s not as good as the Hospital Director male lead. When he has to grovel to get her back later, he’ll regret this!” I'll regret this? I'm currently regretting bringing my hand to this hospital! The charge nurse was clearly nursing a massive headache, trying to pacify me: "Sir, please don't be angry." "Chloe is an intern here, her clinical skills are definitely lacking. I apologize on her behalf." She paused, pointing at the registration slip in Chloe's hand: "However, you've already checked in under her name, it's entered into the system." "If you want a different nurse, you have to go back to the front desk, cancel this ticket, and pull a new number to wait in line again." "The ER is packed right now. Going back and forth will probably take you another three or four hours." I squeezed my fists. Three or four hours? By the time it was my turn, my grandfather's birthday party would be over. The charge nurse saw my hesitation and immediately offered a compromise: "How about this? I will personally stand right next to her and supervise her for one last try?" "I guarantee it will be a success this time. How does that sound?" Before I could even speak, Chloe nodded enthusiastically: "Give me one more chance, please? Baby can definitely do it this time!" The comments cheered. “Charge nurse with the ultimate assist! Say yes! Say yes!” “Being surrounded by a crowd, but she only has eyes for you... this is totally a K-drama vibe!” I kept my face deadpan and replied: "No." Chloe's tears immediately welled up again. The people waiting in line started muttering again. "What's this guy's problem? The girl apologized, the charge nurse guaranteed it, and he's still being a jerk." "A grown man arguing with a little girl, he has absolutely no class." Every time I heard "grown man," my temples throbbed painfully. "It's real easy to judge when you're just standing there, isn't it?" "If any of you think she's so pitiful, and I'm so classless, why don't you offer your arm for her to stab?" The crowd instantly went dead silent. The comments immediately got angry. “This dog of a male lead actually said no? Female lead, use your ultimate move!” “We have to cancel this trash man today so he loses his male lead status!” I looked up at Chloe in confusion. Suddenly, I felt like she looked familiar. Before I could place her face. I saw a red light flash from the front pocket of Chloe's white coat. This person was secretly recording me! What the hell was she trying to do? Just as I took a step forward, Chloe violently jerked backward: "What are you doing?!" "I let it slide when you rubbed against my thigh earlier, and now you're trying to grope my chest?!" With that single scream. The entire hallway devolved into absolute chaos. Several large, aggressive male family members immediately rushed forward, blocking Chloe behind them. "What are you doing?! Sexually assaulting a nurse in broad daylight?!" "You're here for a doctor, keep your hands to yourself! Do you want to go to jail?!" I turned to look at the charge nurse. The cramping in my stomach made my voice ice-cold: "Does this hospital not do psych evaluations when hiring interns? You let people with persecution complexes work here?" The charge nurse turned pale and quickly tried to de-escalate: "Sir, please calm down. This is a hospital, please do not shout and disturb the other patients." "Chloe, explain yourself clearly, what exactly happened?" Chloe clutched the hem of her coat, looking at me with tear-filled eyes: "It's... it's just that earlier, when he was letting me draw his blood, he purposely... he rubbed against baby's thigh." "Baby was scared, my hand shook, and that's why I missed the vein..." The crowd completely exploded. "He really is a pervert!" "Call the cops right now! This kind of trash needs to be locked up!" "Don't be scared, sweetie, we'll all testify for you!" Seeing that someone had already pulled out their phone. Chloe suddenly waved her hands in a tragically heroic manner: "No, please don't call the police!" She bit her lip, looking like someone who had suffered immense trauma but was too scared to speak up: "Forget it. It's not his first time doing this." "Last time, he cornered me in the stairwell and tried to sexually harass baby..." She stopped mid-sentence, choking back a sob, shaking her head vigorously. "I'm just an intern nurse. I'm about to become a full-time employee." "I can't afford to offend him. He looks like he has money. If he retaliates against me, I'll lose my job..." The comments started cheering. “Baby is doing great! Finally using the ultimate move!” “Beautifully done! This dog of a man must die! Ruin his reputation!” I roared in anger: "You're full of shit!" But to the people around me, my roar just looked like I was lashing out from being exposed. "Look! He's still threatening her!" "He definitely got exposed and now he's panicking! We can't let this scum get away with it!" Several of the large guys rolled up their sleeves and surrounded me. They boxed me in completely. "Hey buddy, are you going to admit it or what?" I was so angry my stomach literally stopped hurting. This mob of people just loved the drama, acting like they were bursting with righteous justice. Fine. You all think I'm an easy target, huh? I pulled out my phone and dialed 911 directly. When I finished giving the dispatcher the details. The crowd erupted into an even louder uproar. "He actually has the nerve to call the cops?!" "He gets caught sexually harassing someone, and he plays the victim?!" Chloe froze for a second, then put on a face of tragic martyrdom: "Baby is just a lowly intern with no voice. If you hadn't gone too far, I was going to suffer in silence." "But if I let you go, what if other women fall victim to your predatory behavior?" "I have to stand up! I have to speak for all women!" The comments were boiling over. “Wow! Baby is so brave! Facing off against the trash man head-on!” “This is a true strong female lead script! My blood is pumping!” The guys surrounding me were practically ready to throw punches. "Don't be scared, miss! We're your witnesses!" "Hospitals need brave nurses like you! We're all going to write commendation letters to your director! They have to hire you full-time!" Just then, two police officers arrived on the scene: "What's going on here? Who called 911?" "I did!" I pointed at the massive purple bruise on the back of my hand, complete with that idiotic heart shape: "Aggravated assault." "Also, this intern is defaming me, claiming I sexually harassed her." Before the officer could speak, Chloe threw herself forward: "Officer, that's not true! He was groping me!" Crying, she pulled her phone out of her white coat pocket and handed it to the police. "I have proof!" "He harassed me last time, so I was terrified." "When he got close to me this time, I secretly started recording..." The officer took the phone and played the video. The footage was a bit shaky, but it clearly showed me sitting in a chair, with Chloe leaning over to find a vein. Then, my leg and her thigh made brief, momentary contact. I was absolutely dumbfounded. That's it?! I was wearing thick tactical pants, and she was wearing scrub pants under a lab coat. There were eight hundred layers of fabric between us, I literally didn't feel a thing. And that counts as sexual harassment?! Not to mention, that contact happened because I flinched when she stabbed me with the needle! But the crowd didn't see it that way. "See! There's video! Ironclad proof!" "What else is there to say? Cuff him and take him away!" The officer's expression turned serious, and he looked at me: "Sir, please come with us to the precinct for questioning." I suddenly smiled. I looked at Chloe: "I'm going to ask you one last time." "Did I, actually, sexually harass you?" The crowd immediately started voicing their support for Chloe. Chloe straightened her posture and said affirmatively: "Yes! You sexually harassed me! You are a pervert!" "Okay." I nodded, and smiled again. Then, in front of everyone, I pulled my ID card out of my pocket and handed it to the officer. "But I am a goddamn woman!" "Please tell me, exactly what equipment did I use to sexually harass you?" The entire hallway fell dead silent. The officer looked at my ID card, checking it back and forth several times. The comments started debating wildly: “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!” “This trash man is using a fake ID to escape justice! He has no shame!” “The backup male lead we carefully selected for our baby could never be a woman! With those broad shoulders and that Adam’s apple, impossible!” Where the fuck did I have an Adam's apple?! Right at that moment, I finally remembered who this woman was. Last month, I was invited to give a guest lecture at the university's medical school. Out of hundreds of students in the auditorium, only this Chloe Miller spent the entire lecture staring directly at me! After the lecture, she cornered me multiple times, asking bizarre, irrelevant questions. "Professor, what kind of love do you consider unforgettable?" "Professor, what is your ideal romantic confession?" I had just given her some vague, polite answers and left. I had no idea this was the same person! At this point, Chloe pointed at me, her voice shrill: "Officer, don't believe her! She's definitely using a fake ID! How could a woman look like that?!" "She's a man! Just a pervert trying to escape the law!" I actually laughed: "Look like what? Is there a law stating that all women must have waist-length hair and look like fragile, weeping willows?" "Officer, does this count as another count of defamation?" The officer ran my ID card through his mobile scanner. Beep. My information popped up crystal clear on his screen. Sex: F.
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