My Innocent Doctor's
MID 1 | Old Virgin

Madeline Elana Marshall, a beautiful woman in a doctor's uniform who wrapped her body and did not forget the stethoscope that covered her neck, walked down the hospital hallway.

After returning from a vacation from Lauterbrunen, he was again preoccupied with his work as an oncologist.

"It's just that the beauty of the holiday, it must be preoccupied with all the realities that are so dizzying," Madeline grumbled as she glanced at the clock that was coiled in her smooth white hands.

If only he could apply for a long leave of absence, he would certainly do so. However, it was all Madeline's wishful thinking. In the hospital where he works, he needs his energy, he needs himself to handle patients.

Just as he opened the door of the room, he was immediately startled by the Sister who was in front of him.

"Bikin was shocked." said Madeline as she stroked her chest in surprise.

"Sorry, Doctor Maddy," great-grandson of Sister Alesha.

"No problem, next time be careful" said Madeline who then entered her room.

Madeline immediately put her bag on her desk, lay down her body on the sofa in the room.Jetlag effect is still so felt, to make her want to relax for a moment.

Fortunately, the surgery schedule will start in two hours.he still has time to rest.

However, the break this time was again interrupted due to a knock on the door.

"Come in," Madeline replied in a loud voice.

The door opened, and Sister Alesha came in a hurry.

"Doctor Maddy, the surgery time is advanced so now you are asked to prepare and immediately go to the operating room." explained Sister Alesha without daring to look at Madeline's face which was staring at her sharply.

Madeline could only sigh heavily, this was what she disliked the most. Sudden call, it was also that later could trigger Madeline could not concentrate while on the operating table.

"I get ready first, get ready for everything I need" said Madeline as she waved her hand to expel Sister Alesha.

Not wearing it for long, sister Alesha came out of Madeline's room.

"If you know like this, I'd better get coffee before I go to the hospital." Madeline talks so much. Even if it doesn't matter, he says it.

Madeline is a coffee addict, she can not be separated from coffee a day. The work he does demands that he remain alert. But it didn't matter to him, it was a dream he wanted so much. There is a reason why he prefers to become an oncologist, which is clearly related to his past.

Because it was awaited, making Madeline finally ready. Walk to the operating room on the top floor.

Until he met a doctor who was so annoying to him. The reason, the doctor always mocked him as the old Virgin.

There is nothing wrong with his words. But somehow, Madeline was so upset that it had to be said that way.

"Basar the spinster" said Dr. Pierre, who was the son of the owner of the hospital where Madeline worked.

True not his guess, the man again sneered at him. Without looking at Pierre, Madeline just passed by, not hearing the man's words.

"Sok handsome! I hope I get a reply for sneering at me," Madeline continued to grumble along the way to the operating room.

Doctor Pierre stared at Madeline's departure with satisfaction. For some reason, there was a satisfaction for him when he sneered at Madeline.

Pierre Cardin Spencer is the son of the owner of the hospital where Madeline works. There, the man also served as deputy director as well as oncology Doctor. The difference with Madeline, Doctor Pierre is a senior from Madeline.

Not only that, Dr. Pierre is one of the people who is so in the hospital. Until not infrequently, many patients who match themselves with their children.

But Pierre refused, because the man had a lover whom he loved very much. And the plan is, they will get married next year.

Doctor Pierre who was thinking about the lover was disturbed by his cellphone which kept ringing. From inside the pocket of the white suit he was wearing, Pierre picked up his cell phone.

Yara is Calling

"Hallo dear," said Pierre happily.

"Pierre," Call Yara.

Both of Pierre's eyes until bolted when he heard his lover only called himself by a name, without frills said dear.

"Darling, are you okay?" asked Pierre with a worried tone. Yara has been so different since their last meeting.

Yara did not answer, she was silent and speechless.

"There's something important I want to talk to you about, Pierre," Yara replied in a choked voice.

"About?"

"Our relationship,"

"I want to end our relationship, I can't continue this. I have been betrothed by both my parents, and I cannot refuse that." Yara explained very softly, clearly heard in Pierre's ears at this time Yara was crying.

Pierre was surprised, it felt unable to stand up again until now he leaned against the pillars of the hospital.

"Yara's... It's you're just kidding, isn't it? not being serious?" asked Pierre who tried to avoid all the facts that hurt him.

"I'm not kidding, Pierre. I'm serious!"

"If you don't believe me, you can check the invitation email I sent."

Pierre certainly does not accept if the relationship has been running aground for a long time just because of an arranged marriage, "Patience for a moment, Yara. I'll ask you soon."

"I can't wait, Pierre. This is a decision that cannot be bargained for" Yara said.

Pierre does not stop trying, the man continues to persuade Yara not to break their relationship. For ten minutes Pierre talked over the phone, persuading Yara not to do so.

However, Yara remained on the initial decision. The woman ended her relationship with Pierre and married the man of her parents' choice.

"Thank you for loving me wholeheartedly, I chose this matchmaking," said Yara, who ended a phone call from Pierre.

Pierre who was not care was immediately slammed his expensive cellphone until it was destroyed. The shape of the phone he slammed was not much different from his heart, equally broken and unformed.

With mixed feelings, Pierre immediately ran to the elevator.riding the elevator to the highest floor of his hospital, he needed an outlet to vaporize everything he felt today.

"YARA!" pierre shouted in frustration.

Pierre is so devastated at the moment. The lover he loved so much preferred to accept the match made by his parents, compared with him.

"Why not me, why should he be your companion," cried Pierre, no matter how he is currently the subject of attention.

Fortunately, no one was there, just him. His mind that could not think clearly, made him plan to prefer to end his life rather than having to feel pain like this.

For about two hours Pierre was on the top floor of the hospital, blowing away everything that stifled his chest. Sad, angry, disappointed felt by Pierre.

Pierre was feeling very upset at this moment. His brain could not think clearly, until a choice to end life came to his mind.

"Maybe I'd rather die than watch you walk up the altar with another man" said Pierre, who picked up the piece of glass he planned to use to cut his pulse.

Pierre was preparing to scratch his hand with a sharp shard of glass, even the edge of his glass had started to hit his clean skin. When Pierre wanted to continue his action, suddenly there was a hand trying to grab the broken glass and throw it away.

"Have your brain gone crazy, wanting to end life this way? Didn't you just jump off this tall building" he said.