Chapter 4Diagnosis: Ex-Boyfriend

I hurriedly reached back to fasten my bra hook.

"Dr. Black, you're overthinking it. My mom registered me.

"Also, I don't play with the same man twice."

I retorted defiantly.

But I couldn't fasten the hook.

He pressed close to me, suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist.

Deftly helping me hook my bra.

Caught off guard by his sudden move, I was flustered.

He spoke first, voice cool:

"No need to thank me.

"Practice makes perfect."

I used to tease him about his dexterous hands, good for scalpels and unhooking bras with one hand.

I gritted my teeth, deliberately sarcastic:

"Dr. Black is so considerate, even hooking bras for female patients."

He smiled faintly, composed:

"You're welcome.

"It's also my first time encountering a female patient seeking treatment for a small chest."

Me: ...

After a moment of silence, I was still thinking of a comeback.

My mom knocked and entered.

Seeing my bad expression, she hurriedly asked Ethan:

"Dr. Black, does my daughter have some problem?"

Ethan stepped back to a safe distance:

"Auntie, don't worry, no problems."

My mom exhaled a long breath:

"That's good, that's good..."

Then she asked heartbrokenly:

"But her sister and I are both Ds. Why is she an A?"

I silently buried my face in my hands.

"Maybe—"

Holding back laughter, he pushed up his glasses:

"She takes after her uncle."

Dead silence.

My mom still wouldn't give up:

"So my daughter's chest really has no hope?"

"Suggest eating more papaya."

Ethan's gaze swept over me, seemingly unintentional, a distinct smile on his lips:

"Of course, auxiliary massage is also effective.

"Some women may experience secondary development during lactation."

My mom slapped her thigh, enlightened:

"Got it, she just needs to find a man."

Her eyes lit up, looking at him:

"Ethan, heard from your mom you just broke up. What do you think of my daughter?"

My head buzzed.

Hurriedly stopping my mom, whispering:

"Mom, don't matchmake randomly..."

My mom stomped her foot anxiously:

"I saw Dr. Black's profile outside. PhD, Deputy Chief Physician, young and promising. And handsome! Perfect for our genes. If your mom were 20 years younger, I'd have made a move already.

"He just broke up, the rebound period needs comfort most. Hurry up and take advantage!

"Um, Dr. Black, how about adding WeChat? If Chloe feels uncomfortable later, she can consult you online?"

Ethan looked up at me.

I blinked frantically.

Because he was still on my blacklist.

"Sure."

But he took out his phone, QR code directly in my face:

"Please scan it yourself, Miss Miller."

I bit the bullet and scanned the code.

Beep.

Ethan's avatar appeared on the screen. Below the message box was a small line of text:

Added to blacklist. You will no longer receive messages from this person.

"Haven't received the friend request yet."

He reminded me.

I gritted my teeth, secretly removing him from the blacklist:

"Done."

He nodded with a smile:

"Good, I'll send the medical advice to Miss Miller."

I silently rolled my eyes.

Bullshit, what medical advice for a small chest?

A few minutes later, Ethan sent a WeChat message:

[Chest Massage Techniques Complete Guide.pdf]

[Proper massage can promote development and prevent breast hyperplasia.]

I smiled through gritted teeth: "Dr. Black truly has a healer's heart."

Dr. Black: "Free medical guidance available."