Strip, Doctor Who Doesn’t Act Like a Woman

Treat or not treat? That wasn’t even a question—of course he needed treatment. The pain from his wounds was killing him, and if he didn’t get healed soon, Dougie was starting to suspect he’d be crippled for life. But...

Dougie stared at his clothes for ages, unable to make up his mind.

Take them off or not?

Ugh, Serena Feng, I hate you!

Dougie glared, full of resentment, but Serena just shrugged indifferently and kindly reminded him, "Hurry up. If you don’t decide soon and it gets dark, I won’t be able to see clearly. Even if you want me to help clean your wounds, it’ll be useless."

"Move your hands." Serena brushed Dougie’s interfering hands aside, her serious tone startling him.

Dougie was the type who only responded to firmness, not kindness. Seeing Serena’s stern expression, he kept quiet, obediently sitting down and blinking at her, confused by her sudden change.

But confusion never lasted long for Dougie—he never forced himself to puzzle over things he couldn’t figure out. His eyes darted around, quickly distracted by something else, and he forgot all about Serena’s seriousness.

He puffed out his chest and flexed his arms, determined to show Serena that skinny or not, he still had something to show off.

Once his shirt was off, Dougie did have a bit to show—even such a scrawny kid had abs. But after seeing plenty of six-packs, Serena was completely unimpressed by Dougie’s two little abs. She just told him to sit down.

Dougie kept chattering, asking for all sorts of things, never noticing that Serena hadn’t responded to him once. He was perfectly happy talking to himself, and finally, a bit puzzled, he asked, "Serena, aren’t you a doctor? Why do you carry so many killing tools? Are you actually an assassin like me, just using doctor as a cover?"

At first Dougie was just joking, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Suddenly he shrieked, "Serena, you’re not really an assassin, are you?"

His shrill voice startled Serena. She’d held back for a while, but finally couldn’t take it anymore. She glared at Dougie, her eyes fierce: "Dougie, do you want me to sew your mouth shut so you can never talk again?"

"Why so fierce?" Dougie shrank back, pouting. "I didn’t do anything, why are you so mad? If I guessed right, just admit it... what’s the big deal..."

"Dougie, shut up." Serena was usually patient with patients, but no one had ever made it this hard for her to focus on her work.

"Fine, I’ll shut up, no need to yell," Dougie muttered, startled. "So fierce... you’re the least ladylike doctor I’ve ever met. I’ve never seen a doctor who looks so much like a killer."

Dougie was the type who only responded to firmness, not kindness. Seeing Serena’s stern expression, he kept quiet, obediently sitting down and blinking at her, confused by her sudden change.

But confusion never lasted long for Dougie—he never forced himself to puzzle over things he couldn’t figure out. His eyes darted around, quickly distracted by something else, and he forgot all about Serena’s seriousness.

"Serena, those gloves are awesome! They stick right to your hands—can you give me a pair? If I wore these to kill people, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting blood on my hands."

"What do you mean, Serena? How am I not manly?" Dougie got worked up again, but Serena pushed him back down: "Sit still. If you want to live, stop moving."

Talking to Dougie was enough to drive anyone mad. Serena had no patience left, so she just injected him with a sedative.

"Hey—what are you doing?" Dougie asked, fascinated, as Serena injected the medicine into his arm.

His shrill voice startled Serena. She’d held back for a while, but finally couldn’t take it anymore. She glared at Dorian, her eyes fierce: "Dorian Owen, do you want me to sew your mouth shut so you can never talk again?"

"Why so fierce?" Dorian shrank back, pouting. "I didn’t do anything, why are you so mad? If I guessed right, just admit it... what’s the big deal..."

If every patient were like Dougie, Serena would absolutely quit medicine and join the army—being a doctor would be impossible.

"Fine, I’ll shut up, no need to yell," Dorian muttered, startled. "So fierce... you’re the least ladylike doctor I’ve ever met. I’ve never seen a doctor who looks so much like a killer."

Seriously, what kind of logic was that? Did every doctor have to be ladylike? Carrying knives didn’t mean she was out to kill people—sometimes a doctor needed blades to save lives.

After hearing Dougie’s comment, Serena couldn’t even stay mad. Still, she kept her face stern and shot back, "Dougie, you’re the least manly assassin I’ve ever seen—and the most obnoxiously talkative patient."

If every patient were like Dorian, Serena would absolutely quit medicine and join the army—being a doctor would be impossible.

"What do you mean, Serena? How am I not manly?" Dougie got worked up again, but Serena pushed him back down: "Sit still. If you want to live, stop moving."

Talking to Dougie was enough to drive anyone mad. Serena had no patience left, so she just injected him with a sedative.

"Hey—what are you doing?" Dougie asked, fascinated, as Serena injected the medicine into his arm.

"Treating your wounds. Sit still and behave, and I’ll take you to catch Zed in three days." Serena wasn’t a pediatrician, but she was very good at coaxing patients.

Hearing that, Dougie finally stopped fussing.

He’d already lost his dignity along with his shirt; now the most important thing was getting Serena to clean up his wounds so he could go after Zed for revenge.

Just imagining himself catching Zed and whipping him with a little riding crop made Dougie grin uncontrollably.

Ha! Zed, you little brat, if Dougie doesn’t make you cry for your parents, I’ll change my name!

Dougie kept daydreaming about tormenting Zed, imagining his desperate pleas for mercy, and got totally lost in his fantasies...

"Huh? My wounds are all bandaged—how come I didn’t feel any pain?" Dougie snapped back to reality, staring at his clean bandages and looking at Serena with hungry curiosity.

Serena didn’t bother explaining. She handed Dorian a pill, told him to swallow it, then picked up her medicine chest and went to wash up.

Dougie was grinning like an idiot, lost in his own thoughts, but Serena had squatted for half an hour and her legs were completely numb.

Once she’d finished cleaning up, Serena picked up her medicine chest and headed back. She’d barely gone a few steps before running into Nolan, who’d come looking for her.

Nolan didn’t say a word. He just glanced at Serena, made sure she was unharmed, then took the medicine chest from her and walked back at her side, shoulder to shoulder.

"Showing off your lovey-dovey act in front of a lonely single like me? You’ll get struck by lightning." Dougie waited until they’d walked away before stepping out from the shadows.

He might have a foul mouth, but when he saw Serena go off to clean up alone, Dougie still followed to protect her—he was just afraid she’d die here and he’d never catch Zed.