The operating room lights shone on my face, and Nelson recognized me instantly, even behind the mask. His handsome face, usually relaxed, now appeared more taut than usual, his lips slightly pursed. “I hope your hands are steady today, Dr. Bernard.”
“Of course,” I replied, my neck stiffening in a show of solemn integrity. But as I turned away, my heart skipped wildly.
Nelson had been my high school crush, always clad in white, his features fairer than snow.
But after graduating from high school, he went abroad to study and I hadn’t seen him for many years. I never imagined that Aunt Liu’s matchmaking setup would turn out to be him.
In my excitement, I had accidentally spilled my coffee.
Originally, I wasn’t supposed to perform this surgery; Dr. Belle had been called away last minute, and I was her replacement. Now that I knew the patient was Nelson, I suddenly found it difficult to look directly at the surgical site.