My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 9

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"excuse me."

Jiang Jiusheng turned around and saw that she was a young girl with a backpack on her back. She was seventeen or eighteen years old and looked a little like a student. Jiang Jiusheng nodded as a greeting.

The little girl was obviously very excited: "You, are you Master Sheng?"

Out of politeness, Jiang Jiusheng took off the mask, and said, "Hello." She smiled, always three points light and breezy, seven points casual and lazy, with a cool look in her eyes, like a mysterious and glamorous smile. cat.

The other girl's eyes widened in surprise, a little unbelievable: "I, I have liked you for a long time." Shaking her hands, she took out a watercolor pen from her backpack, and asked Jiang Jiusheng earnestly and expectantly, "Can you sign it for me?" a name?"

"Okay," Jiang Jiusheng took the pen, "Where to sign?"

The little girl tore off the hooded sweater abruptly, grabbed the white T-shirt on her chest, her eyes glowed: "This! This! Sign the heart!"

Jiang Jiusheng nodded with a smile, and signed his name on the heart of the little girl's T-shirt. Unlike the colorful and unrecognizable signatures of today's artists, it is in block letters, correct and neat.

Just after signing and putting on the cap of the pen, someone suddenly yelled, "Jiang Jiusheng!"

Immediately afterwards, crowds of people surged in the corridor, quickly blocking the aisle at the corner. The originally quiet hospital became noisy for a while, and the shouts were abrupt and eye-catching, attracting more crowds of onlookers, perhaps Jiang Jiusheng's fans , or maybe not, in short, they chased the corridor and surrounded them all at once.

"It's Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Jiang Jiusheng!"

"Master Sheng, I love you~"

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

She was used to keeping a low profile, and her manager and assistant were not around, so she didn't know what to do in such a scene.

"Master Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng looked at the girl who asked for an autograph.

She was looking at death like home, and she opened her hand to block Jiang Jiusheng behind. The little girl looked around and listened to all directions, ready to die heroically at any time, with an impassioned and impassioned expression that she would go through fire and water for her idol: "You Go first, I will stop them."

This is a true fan, no doubt his own.

Jiang Jiusheng said solemnly: "Thank you."

After hesitating for a moment, she turned around and turned her back to avoid the crowd pouring in from behind.

"This is a hospital, be quiet!"

"Everyone, calm down."

"Our Master Sheng, she—"

Jiang Jiusheng's fans are well-known as Tie Zhong in the entertainment circle, most of them are wife fans, most of them are young women, the degree of fanaticism can be imagined, after a while, the little girl couldn't stop her, and the crowd gathered in a swarm Squeezing forward, the scene got out of control for a while.

After all, it was a hospital. Jiang Jiusheng didn't want to cause unnecessary commotion. She turned around and ran into the corner. Before she could find a sense of direction, her hand was caught off guard.

It was a dry and cold hand with great strength.

She was stunned for a moment, and was pulled into the backlit staircase, raised her head, and bumped into a pair of deep pupils, which seemed to melt into the sky full of stars, pleasing to the eye, but with a three-point coolness.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, which was clean but slightly pungent. Jiang Jiusheng was stunned for a moment, and called him, "Doctor Shi."

The doctor in white robes, smiling politely, is Shi Jin.

He murmured 'Excuse me' in a low voice, then grabbed her wrist, exerted a little force, and turned her around.

"Come with me." Shi Jin said.

Feeling inexplicably at ease, Jiang Jiusheng didn't say a word, letting this man whom she had just met by chance hold her hand and walked through the darkness all the way.

He took her to the elevator used by the hospital's internal personnel, and used fingerprint input. Jiang Jiusheng's eyes stayed on the fingerprint recognition button for as long as his beautiful fingertips stayed, and when he was in a daze, Shi Jin let go Only then did she realize that the hand he held her wrist was sweaty, and it was as cool as his hand.

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head and thanked him.

Shi Jin pressed the first floor, and his fingers paused for a moment. There was a light blue light from the button, refracted on his fingertips. It was somewhat transparent, shiny and beautiful, with slender knuckles and clear and slender bones.

How could a man have such a pair of extremely beautiful hands.

The hat fell off at some point, and the loose hair covered half of the outline of the face. Jiang Jiusheng lowered his eyes and stared at Shi Jin's hand: "Your hand." She hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't hold it back, "Can I do it again?" Do you want to touch it?"

Shi Jin withdrew his hand unhurriedly, looked at her with deep and focused eyes: "Can you touch pretty hands?"

Jiang Jiusheng was taken aback.

It was only the third time that she and Shi Jin met, so it was really rude. These hands seemed to make her not like herself, crossing the boundary again and again by accident, breaking her character inexplicably impetuously.

"Sorry, I took the liberty." She thought for a while, shook her head, and explained, "You are the only one."

Even now, Jiang Jiusheng still can't come up with a conclusive explanation why she is so obsessed with Shi Jin's hands, why her self-control, which has never crossed the line even after years of hand control, is completely defeated by Shi Jin It's not that she has never seen extremely beautiful hands. For example, her junior brother Xie Dang's hands for playing the violin are also unbelievably beautiful, but she has never repeatedly offended her like this.

Shi Jin's slightly pursed lips were loosened, and he didn't smile, but the corners of his lips were raised slightly, and his brows were stretched, his appearance was enough to amaze others.

"I had an operation just now, my hands were sterilized, and there was a smell of medical alcohol, if you don't mind." After finishing speaking, he held out his hand to her.

As if possessed, she held his hand without hesitation, bent her eyes, and smiled, pure and satisfied, unlike her usual cold and careless smile.

These hands really want to be kept private.

At ten o'clock, when the doctor finished his consultation, there was a heart bypass operation fifteen minutes later, and all the preparations had been completed, but the chief surgeon was not yet in place.

Shi Jin's medical assistant, Xiao Yi, was walking up and down outside the operating room in a hurry. The assistant doctor in the operating room just finished urging him for the second time, and footsteps came from the corridor.

Xiao Yi looked up and frowned: "Doctor Shi."

Shi Jin nodded, and went straight into the locker room in the isolation area.

Xiao Yi followed closely, and asked, "Did you have something urgent just now?"

It was the first time he saw the doctor walk away from the operating room directly before the operation was about to start.

"Nothing." Shi Jin changed his white shirt, changed into a green sterile suit, put on a mask, couldn't see his expression clearly, the thin hair on his forehead cast a shadow on his eyebrows, "Are you all ready?"

Xiao Yi replied: "It's all ready."

Shi Jin nodded and entered the operating room.

Xiao Yi took the sterile gloves and followed, and asked in surprise, "Don't you wash your hands?"

"Washed."

Even if I have washed it before, I can still wash it. When I have a slight cleanliness, the doctor likes to wash my hands the most.

Strange, not only did the doctor not wash his hands twice this time, but he also wore two layers of sterile gloves. What's even more strange, the doctor didn't wash his hands immediately after the operation.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jiusheng posted a Weibo post.

Jiang Jiusheng V: I want to keep it for myself.

The accompanying picture is a hand-drawn picture, with a hand drawn, sketched with a simple pen, and the outline with a few strokes is still too beautiful.