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Nolan shook off the leaves that had drifted on to his lap from the breeze. They were itchy and messy like the thoughts he felt were clouding his mind and stopping him from being his usual straightforward self. Every little flick of leaf had to be off his pants. He needed perfect today, to mess up would not be an option. He looked at the dirt on the bench next to him and began to wonder. Janna Wu was a perfect ten rating in his book of the most attractive woman of his aquaintance. He knew that she probably would not see him as a good life partner, but maybe she could grow to appreciate his company.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

He had not really understood her to the depth that he wanted to. From the glimpses that he had caught her interacting with patients he knew that she spent most of her time trying to give everyone the best care possible. Nolan thought that it was high time that she had someone who wanted to do the same to her. 

With his mind set on proving himself to her, he rose from the bench feeling reborn. His body ached with anxiety, he had to find her. He checked the time and saw he would just catch the last bus to that area of town. He knew she would be tired after one of her long hospital days so he wondered what he could do to make her smile. She was a complex woman who would not be as easy to please as Ellie. 

He racked his brains until he hit upon the very thing that would make her turn around to look to look at him differently. 

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Groggy and grumpy Dr Janna Wu returned to her tiny pocket sized office with relief. She logged into the hospital's system and started charting quickly. She did the task automatically now after years of practice. After her lovely morning with Ellie Wong she had returned to her hospital to start her rounds. As was expected during her open day, the hospital had been packed with people who wanted to see her. Her first surgery had turned out poorly with a Jehoviah's Witness couple screaming at her staff about how they didn't want their newborn to have any blood transfusions. Privately, Wu was sure that the boy wouldn't last the night, but that was his primary care physician's problem now. When faced with the veins popping out of a balding man's head while his son was dying because the parents didn't want surgery, she wondered why she hadn't just become a radiologist. She would then just have to sit in a dark room all day reading x rays. There would be minimal interaction with difficult patients. 

She unlocked her desk drawer and pulled out her vodka bottle. She shoved her stethoscope inside roughly. Wu opened the cap and considered the drink. It wasn't really going to make a difference in that blue eyed boy anyways. Today she had lost the fight against death. Her dark thoughts were interrupted by a light clearing of throat which was too clear to be any of her arrogant colleagues. He spoke to her quietly, "You'll probably get some food in you if you're going to start drinking at noon