All Chapters of Doctor, Please Be My Wife Again: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Delvin’s POV)I lay quietly on the bed, staring out the window at the clear blue sky. It was already morning, but I hadn’t slept at all since last night… ever since I returned from the police station and had my wound treated by a nurse."Good morning, sir."The voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I slowly turned toward them.Two nurses had just walked into my room, carrying a tray with my medication. Aliana wasn’t with them… again.When I came back to the hospital last night, I had hoped she would come and treat me herself, but she didn’t. She had gone home instead. And even this morning… she still hadn’t shown up."Dr. Hale is currently busy with another patient whose condition is more critical," one of the nurses explained before I could even ask.Her voice sounded unsure, stretching the word “critical” slightly, as if trying to make me understand… so I wouldn’t get upset.I didn’t argue. I simply rolled up my sleeve and stretched out my arm for the injection.I already suspect

(Delvin’s POV)I gave a light knock on the door before gently pushing it open. Aliana was sitting behind her desk, her lab coat hanging on a rack. The moment she saw me, she sighed as if I was already a problem and rubbed her forehead."I'm sure the nurses have attended to you this morning," she said, casually picking up a patient’s report from the table. "You didn’t have to come here.""As your patient, yes," I replied calmly. "But I’m not here as one."My heart ached as I said that. Did she realize how much it hurt whenever she treated me that way? As if I didn’t matter… as if I was nothing more than just another patient to her?Was she not worried about me at all? After everything that happened last night… after I left the police station injured, bleeding from my mouth and my side. I thought that would make her care, even just a little. But she still treated me the same."Too bad I only attend to patients in my office," she said casually, flipping through the pages.I swallowed an

(Caren’s POV)“Goodnight, Dr. Brown,” the nurses at the reception said as I walked past them.I gave a tired nod and stormed out of the building. A warm smile spread across my face as I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath of the fresh evening air.And just like that, the dead part of me that usually flatlines the moment I step into this hospital… came back to life.Every single day, I questioned why I ever thought becoming a doctor was a good idea.No peace. No sleep. Just stress disguised in a white coat. Then come the endless shifts, patients shouting as if I personally caused their illness, and somehow I was the one who chose this life.Maybe I should just find a rich man, quit this suffering, and become a full-time housewife.Just wake up.Eat.Spend his money.Complain about the chef.Now that sounded like a much softer career.“Caren…” a voice called, snapping me out of my imagination.I let out a heavy sigh. God, when I asked for a rich man… I did not mean this one.I didn

(Fabian’s POV)“What is keeping Dr. Hale? She usually doesn’t keep us waiting like this,” the speaker said.He was the man in charge of the internal competition between Aliana and Steve. We had all gathered to officially declare the winner of the first round and announce when and how the next round would take place.Everyone was here except Aliana. I wondered why she had not arrived yet.“I’ve been sitting here for the past thirty minutes, waiting for who exactly?” Steve said with a sigh, irritation clear in his voice.“Do you think I have nothing else to do with my time?” he added sharply. “If you don’t start talking now, believe me, she won’t be the only person you’ll be waiting for.”I pulled out my phone to call her, but she wasn’t answering.“I’m sorry, Director Fabian, but I think we have to start without her,” the speaker said.I sighed, looked at the door one more time, then gave a slow nod.The meeting began immediately. And just as expected, Aliana was declared the winner of

(Aliana’s POV) “Your physiotherapy is scheduled every Wednesday. Make sure you attend every session and take it seriously, because it is essential for your full recovery,” I said quietly, raising my head slightly to look at the man I was speaking to. Delvin sat calmly, one hand holding his jaw, staring at me and smiling sheepishly as if there was something amusing in what I was saying. He looked distracted, completely lost in whatever imagination he had drifted into. I sighed and partly closed the folder in my hand. “Are you even listening?” I asked. Delvin blinked, trying to refocus. He obviously hadn’t heard a single thing I just said, but he still went ahead and nodded. “Yeah. Totally,” he lied, clearing his throat and straightening his posture. “Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Then what was the last thing I said?” He swallowed, looking like he was trying hard to remember. Then finally… “You… said I should never skip meals and take my medication on time…”