The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 10

The Doctor Who Learned Love Too Late Chapter 10

Landon had evolved. 

He went from an ice block that said the wrong 

things to an ice block that said weird things. 

Strange, clingy lines kept falling out of his mouth, 

making people uncomfortable all over. 

Landon alone was already enough trouble. 

I didn’t expect Ethan to join in too. 

One day after a show, he suddenly walked up 

beside me and spoke without warning. 

“June. I like you.” 

I almost dropped my phone. 

“I started thinking about it when I read your script. What you write makes me feel like you’re someone 

who deserves to be treated well.” 

I hesitated. 

“Ethan…” 

He interrupted me and smiled. 

“Don’t rush to reject me. Just think about it first, 

okay?” 

Before I could answer, he strode away. 

I stood there for a long time, then sighed. 

When I looked up, I saw Landon. 

He was leaning against the wall. I didn’t know how 

long he had been standing there. 

There was a strong smell of alcohol on him. 

I frowned. 

Because he was a doctor and could run into 

emergencies at any time, he almost never drank. 

“Did you say yes to him?” he asked, as if he was 

genuinely curious. “I didn’t hear clearly just now.” 

He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground for two seconds, then raised them again. 

“That man seems like he knows how to take care of people. He knows how to love someone. You’ll probably like him.” 

I said, “Yes.” 

He froze, then forced out a sentence. 

“But I’m learning too. I’m learning how to love 

someone.” 

I had no intention of listening to more strange 

words from him. I walked past him, but he suddenly grabbed me. 

Only then did I see one of his hands had been covering his stomach the entire time. 

“June, I don’t feel well.” 

I went quiet for a moment, then pulled free. 

“You should find a doctor. Coming to me won’t 

help.” 

For a brief moment, he looked lost. Then a kind of 

pain I had never seen before appeared in his eyes. 

His fingers slowly tightened over his abdomen. 

But I didn’t look at him again. 

The next afternoon, I received a call from one of 

his colleagues at the hospital. 

“Landon had surgery last night for gastritis. He’s 

still unconscious and keeps calling your name. 

Um, do you want to come by?” 

I said without much emotion, “He’s a doctor at 

your hospital. You can handle it.” 

The person froze. 

“He didn’t tell you? He resigned a while ago.” 

“What?” 

“I don’t know the details, but I think he went back 

home to run the family business.” 

Late autumn wind poured in through the window, 

rattling the scripts on the desk. 

The person kept talking. 

“His stomach has always been bad. He’s come to 

the hospital several times recently. We told him 

not to drink, but you know how business is. There 

are dinners you can’t avoid.” 

“His family’s business is huge. If he’s taking over, 

he can’t escape these things.” 

I couldn’t hear the rest clearly. 

I didn’t know when I hung up. 

Landon’s father was a very serious, old–fashioned 

businessman. 

Back then, his father wanted him to study business, but Landon changed his major. 

Father and son had a huge fight, and after that, Landon never went home again. He never took a cent from his family either. 

He got through four years of college on scholarships and part–time jobs. 

He said he wanted to be a doctor. 

I slowly sighed.