"I am the patient's father."
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
Shi Jin looked calm: "You take good care of yourself."
Xie Dang: "..."
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
Dry humor from a surgeon.
The atmosphere was obviously not very good, Xie Dang seemed to be wary of Shi Jin, and the phone rang just right at this time.
Jiang Jiusheng turned around to answer the phone, and called out, "Sister Jing."
When Xie Dang heard this, his beautiful face turned cold.
The female voice on the other end of the phone spoke very quickly, talking a lot like a firecracker, and she was furious when she heard it.
Jiang Jiusheng has a good temper, and he speaks at a leisurely pace. He answered the other party and said, "Well, he is with me."
The other party said a few more words.
"Okay." Jiang Jiusheng hung up the phone.
Xie Dang looked impatient: "Why is she calling you?"
The sister Jing that Jiang Jiusheng was talking about was Xie Dang's manager Song Jing. She was in her forties, with a hot temper, a loud voice, and a poisonous tongue. Xie Dang suspected that she was in menopause, or her husband was disobedient.
However, all of the above are the personal views of Mr. Xie Dang.
In the eyes of outsiders, Song Jing is capable, cunning, well-connected, and a woman who knows how to be a man. She was unlucky enough to bring along Xie Dang's little public servant. That guy is really more difficult to serve than an ancient princess. It’s terrible, I only drink imported water, only wear high-end clothes, and I am more picky about food. I don’t eat all onions, ginger, garlic and seafood. The most speechless thing is that Xie Gongju is so beautiful, especially his wool roll and Slender hands, you can't even touch them.
Only Jiang Jiusheng, a senior sister from the same school, can cure him.
Therefore, every time Song Jing was furious and unable to do anything, she would call Jiang Jiusheng for help.
"She's looking for you." Jiang Jiusheng looked at the time on the phone, "You still have an announcement, and there is less than half an hour left before leaving the recording."
Xie Dang didn't care at all, he didn't intend to leave at all: "Re-record at that time."
"It's a live broadcast."
Xie Dang hummed, unwilling to leave.
The little prince is wayward, please coax him!
Jiang Jiusheng's expression was calm, her tone was neither salty nor weak, casual and indifferent, she said: "My assistant will come over later, you go back first, and I will call you when I finish bandaging."
In his tone, he could vaguely hear the tone of a sub-command.
Xie Dang was very upset, and angrily attacked her: "Understood, I need you to chase her away!"
He snorted, glanced at Shi Jin again, and then agreed to leave.
Jiang Jiusheng laughed, and followed Shi Jin into the office. It was more like a consulting room than an office. There were two instruments she couldn't name, a bed with curtains, and a solid wooden cabinet full of documents, neatly arranged. A computer desk with a set of surgeon's scalpels next to the computer.
Very similar to Shi Jin's style, simple and neat.
Shi Jin stepped forward, opened the curtain of the medical examination bed, took his coat hanging on the wooden hanger, and spread it on the bed: "Sit here."
Jiang Jiusheng sat down as promised and said thank you.
Shi Jin pursed his lips and smiled, took out the cotton cloth for dressing, disinfectant and medicine from the inlaid glass cabinet, put them on the tray, and carried them over to the hospital bed.
Putting on the gloves, Shi Jin leaned over, holding Jiang Jiusheng's chin.
Even through the plastic gloves, his hands were still icy cold, and Jiang Jiusheng stepped back unconsciously.
"Don't move." Shi Jin whispered.
She stopped moving.
He took off her mask, looked at the wound on her face, frowned, then lowered his head to dispense the medicine, clamped the cotton cloth with medical pliers, dipped it in iodophor, and looked up at Jiang Jiusheng: "Raise your head a little higher."
Jiang Jiusheng raised his chin slightly.
He leaned over slightly, and the distance was very close. When he spoke, the cool breath lingered on the tip of her nose. It was the familiar scent of mint, which made her a little dazed.
"How did you do it?" Shi Jin raised his eyes and met hers.
Jiang Jiusheng was silent for a moment before replying, "Fight with someone."
Shi Jin paused.
"Try not to do it next time." He said, with a restrained and careful tone, he suggested to her, "You are an artist, it's not good if you get hurt."
Shi Jin is really a gentle and gentlemanly person.
Jiang Jiusheng nodded unexpectedly, even though she couldn't do it.
She thought that when Shi Jin spoke softly, there should be many people like her who couldn't refuse no matter what.
He moved very lightly, dipped the soft cotton with cool lotion, and wiped the blood stains on her face with small strokes.
Jiang Jiusheng asked, "Will it leave a scar?"
He shook his head: "No."
After cleaning the wound, he dipped a cotton swab into the ointment and applied it to her, circling to spread the ointment.
Jiang Jiusheng shrank back.
Shi Jin paused: "Does it hurt?"
It was more like itching than pain. Shi Jin's movements were too light, and the cotton swab in his hand was like a feather, making her heart itch. She looked away and said, "It's okay."
Shi Jin moved a little lighter, leaned over slightly, and blew lightly on the wound on her side face. The tip of her nose was filled with his breath, which smelled very light of disinfectant, not unpleasant, and The indistinct shower gel fragrance is exactly the same as hers.
Could it be that every illegitimate fan loves the house and the black like Shi Jin
She was distracted again.
"Sheng Sheng."
"Huh?" Jiang Jiusheng raised his head and met Shi Jin's gaze.
He smiled and said, "Don't touch the water, I will change your medicine in two days."
A little embarrassed, Jiang Jiusheng lowered his head and nodded: "Okay." After a pause, he added, "Thank you."
Shi Jin shook his head, and added solemnly: "You're welcome, I'm your fan."
Jiang Jiusheng: "..."
After treating the wound on her face, he took her to the orthopedics department. At this time, there should be many people visiting the hospital, but there were only a few people outside the orthopedics clinic. It was probably because of her status as an artist that Shi Jin called her specially. I said hello. Along the way, except for doctors and nurses, I met no other passers-by. She was wearing a mask, but some medical staff recognized her and politely came over to ask for autographs. Shi Jin declined them one by one. If you can't make a mistake, no one will come forward to bother you.
The Dr. Sun that Shi Jin talked about was about sixty years old, a thin old man with a bit of fairy air. This Dr. Sun is the Chief Physician of the Department of Orthopedics, and he only attends consultations one day a week, not today. Of course, he will appear in the consultation room because of the doctor's request.
Shi Jin's prestige in the hospital is very high. Doctors in all departments will respect him three points and give him seven points. After all, no one has any illness, and the contacts of talented surgeons are well prepared, not to mention human favors.
After finishing the consultation, Dr. Sun asked the nurse to pour a cup of hot water. He thought to himself, the little girl brought by Dr. Shi was very resilient and could bear it, and she didn't say a word when her hands were swollen, but it was Doctor Shi's face that was so pale It's outrageous.
Dr. Sun naturally saw some clues. This little girl is not an insignificant person: "There is no fracture, just a dislocation."
Shi Jin frowned slightly.
Dr. Sun explained one by one: "I will reset her joints first, and then take her to take an X-ray. If there is soft tissue damage, it needs to be fixed with plaster."
Shi Jin nodded: "Okay, thank you Dr. Sun."
Dr. Sun shook his head with a smile, and said to the little girl beside Shi Jin, "It will hurt a little, bear with it."
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, pursed his lips, his palms were sweaty, next to his ear was Shi Jin's voice: "Bite me if it hurts."