Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He had this faint scent of sandalwood about him, probably because of the scented candles he kept lit in his office all year round. It seemed his shirts were all that aroma. It was like when I went home in my jacket, which was so overwhelmed with the smell of alcohol that I didn't catch the sandalwood scent.

His voice was cold and alert, "What are you doing?"

I pursed my lips, surprised by his vigilance even while injured and possibly concussed. I couldn't help but wonder, 'Is he just a doctor, or is there more to him? Those muscles weren't just for show. It seemed Max had maintained them through regular, intense workouts. "I just wanted to check if your wound was bleeding." I lied to him with a stern face, and Max finally let go of my hand. I stood up, my face flushing to my ears.

"Dr. Hilton, how are you feeling now? Are you in pain?" As a doctor, I quickly regained my composure and asked Max as I would any patient.

"I'm fine." As he spoke, he abruptly pulled out his IV and tossed it aside. "I'm okay. You can go now."

I scratched my head, knowing as a fellow doctor and my mentor, if he didn't want the IV, there wasn't much I could say.

But given his condition, if I left, and he fainted from low blood pressure or his wound reopened, I would be fully responsible. Given the amount of blood he lost, he needed a transfusion.

I said, "How about I stay here with you? If you get hungry, I can order some takeout."

look at me, his lips parting slightly to say,

my head. "Then I'll wait in

turned to leave his office. I wasn't one to force my company on anyone, and I didn't know Max well yet. But, aside from his

his office

office and review yesterday's

office. Just a moment ago, he had sent me away, but he had found an excuse to have me attend to

door, I heard him on

my entrance. After hanging up, he turned to me. "Moving around just now might have reopened the

his silhouette

speaking on

with abdominal injuries at least

stood straight.

wound would reopen. Don't blame me if you say my suturing was at fault, affecting my internship report!" That was probably the most

goal was revenge, not romance. Max was my mentor. It did not harm to