Chapter 2 — Criteria for Choosing a Wife of the Late Doctor

The tip of the nose smelled faintly of soap, accompanied by the typical smell of a teenager's sweat. Very reassuring. It's Co Tay Ngan. The whistling and laughing around became even louder. Co Tay Ngan pretended not to hear anything, carried me and walked quickly towards the medical room. His back is not very wide, you can even feel his spine pressing against his body. Ha So So ran behind, but could not catch up with Co Tay Ngan's long stride. Arriving at the medical room, Co Tay Ngan carefully placed me on the hospital bed. Sweat drenched his forehead, he conveniently lifted the hem of his t-shirt to wipe his face. I reflexively turned away, but I still glanced at it from the corner of my eye. He looks skinny, but he has eight-pack abs! Clear, firm, strong. The little nurse said: "You have to clean the wound, apply medicine, and pull up your pant legs." Just as I was about to move, Co Tay Ngan sat down halfway. His long fingers grabbed my ankle, gently pulling up the leg of my sweatpants. His fingertips were very cold, touching the hot skin of my legs, a tingling feeling like an electric shock spread straight to my head. I instinctively curled my legs up a bit. He raised his head to look at me, his eyes deep, his voice slightly hoarse:

“Hold on a bit, it will hurt.”

Ha So So finally ran over panting, my leg was now bandaged as tight as a banh chung. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Brother, luckily you helped me, I was scared to death.”

Co Tay Ngan stood up, the feeling of tension when facing me also disappeared. He raised his hand to pat Ha So So's head, a pampering gesture, a smile still lingering on the corners of his lips.

"Okay, it's okay. If you have anything, just call me and I'll go home first."

After speaking, he glanced at me, nodded slightly, then turned and left. I sat on the hospital bed, my heart choked with sadness. Obviously the person who carried me earlier was you, and the person who pulled my pants leg to help me was also you. But all of that is probably just because she wants to take care of her best friend for Ha So So, right? He ignored being laughed at and carried a heavy person like me. It's definitely because he really, really likes Ha So So.

4

I was absent during the midterm exam. Because my heart relapsed, my mother immediately flew me to Switzerland at night to see a specialist. Read the full story at Van Ha Tuong page. The doctor's words were still the same: my heart was weakening, there was no specific medicine, I could only wait for a heart transplant. Half a month later, I returned to school. Ha So So gave me a brand new notebook:

“I have copied all the songs you missed.”

As soon as I opened it, I saw strong, decisive handwriting, completely different from her usual soft handwriting.

“Your handwriting style, why did you change the style?”

Ha So So's eyes wavered:

“There's not enough time, I wrote too quickly, don't criticize me.”

“Thank you very much, So So.”

Actually, I don't need it. Each subject has its own tutor, so you basically won't miss a lesson. But I still carry this notebook home like a treasure.

5

My class shares physical education with the class next to it. A basketball suddenly flew towards me, hitting my back hard, causing so much pain that I almost fainted on the spot.

"I'm sorry, I don't see a whole mountain of meat there."

He is a male student in the next class, famous for his cruel mouth, and likes to bully girls. Ha So So was drinking water next to him. Seeing this, he immediately threw the bottle and rushed forward like the wind.

“Sorry now!”

“I'm not sorry there, then what? Do you want to beat someone?"

That guy laughed and tossed the ball in his hand like he was joking. Suddenly, he waved his hand and threw the ball straight towards Ha So So. I screamed in panic, reflexively spreading my arms in front of her. A figure rushed forward like lightning, blocking right in front of me.

“Pop!” A dull sound rang out.

The ball stopped a few inches from my face, caught by a large hand. Co Tay Ngan used one hand to hold the ball tightly, his 1m85 tall figure cast a shadow on me. Broad shoulders, strong back, like a wall, more like a knight protecting the princess. He coldly stared at the male student, his wrist moving slightly. The ball flew back like a cannonball.

“Pop!” Hit that guy right in the chest.

He was knocked to the ground and couldn't get up for half a day. The whole yard was silent. Co Tay Ngan's cold voice rang out:

“If I see you bullying girls again, next time it won't be about breasts.”

I looked at Co Tay Ngan's back and felt relieved - he has become more muscular these days. This is the "adopted younger brother" I have worked so hard to take care of! Even though it's raised with... dried cows. Right after that, the gym teacher ran over. Seeing that the person lying on the ground was the vice principal's nephew, the teacher didn't need to ask why so he pointed at Co Tay Ngan and shouted:

“What are you doing? Assaulting a classmate? Go over there and stand fine! Stop until you know your mistake!”

The gym class had not yet ended when it suddenly started pouring rain.