In-house help system

Faced with this sudden voice, Ji Wenliang didn't know how to react well. He raised his chin and worked hard to maintain the posture Song Jie had fixed for him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Feng Ming skillfully tore open the translucent plastic packaging bag, put on rubber gloves and a mask, and his movements were smooth and fluid, the result of thousands of times of polishing.

Turning the eyeballs a little, sharp needles broke into the field of vision, thin and long, wrapped in a cold metal color, making people daunting.

A large black shadow cast down.

Ji Wenliang immediately leaned back, as if Feng Ming had a magnetic field that repelled him.

Facing the needle, he will reflexively avoid it, which is a normal reaction, Feng Ming leaned forward again.

Ji Wenliang leaned back again.

Until the pain of the unbearable folding of the seat back made a creaking whine, announcing the end of the tug-of-war.

Feng Ming straightened up, the syringe was held up in the air, he waited for Ji Wenliang, just like waiting for a nurse to hand him scissors in the operating room.

Ji Wenliang felt that he had returned to a serious high school class, and was facing the silent warning from the teacher on the podium. He unconsciously avoided the oppressive gaze, adjusted his posture, and sat upright on the chair.

So Feng Ming leaned towards him again, and held his head before he retreated subconsciously—to prevent the patient from escaping again.

"Close your eyes."

It is a gentle and powerful voice.In the past, Ji Wenliang could always hear Feng Ming speaking to patients in this voice: Sit up straight, raise your arms, move your hands... Whenever he said this, the crying patients, the noisy patients, the painful moans The patients who groaned would control their emotions and cooperate obediently.

Now he knew, because there was a power in that voice that made one completely trustworthy.

Ji Wenliang closed his eyes, but he did not fall into pure darkness. The sunlight stubbornly passed through his thin skin, leaving an orange halo. These halos were not completely still, they were moving in an extremely slow pace The speed moves finely.He also heard the sound of light breathing, which entered along the ear canal with regular and steady steps, standing still on his heart, and he felt that his heartbeat was quickly disturbed by this rhythm and began to gradually speed up.

A sharp stabbing pain jumped up on the forehead, and the liquid medicine was slowly pushed in against the resistance of the flesh.

The needle and thread passed through the skin, and there was a strange touch, slowly and gently pulling the involved tissues again and again.

Feng Ming glanced at Ji Wenliang distractedly, his nervousness and entanglement were revealed on his slightly wrinkled brows and trembling eyelashes.

This made Feng Ming doubt his medical skills for the first time.

"Do you not trust my skills or am I hurting you?"

"No." Ji Wenliang replied in a low voice.

The dignified director is really overqualified for doing such a small suture, so why would he dislike it?Perhaps it was the emotions that he had no time to hide that made him suspicious.

He tried hard to convince himself to relax and adjust the expression on his face. This time his brows slowly relaxed, but his slightly upturned eyelashes still trembled disobediently—as if he was waiting for a comforting kiss.

Feng Ming sewed up the wound, tied the knot neatly, picked up the scissors and cut off the thread, sterilized again, wrapped the wound with a sterile dressing, and pressed the edge lightly.

Feeling hot air falling on his forehead, Ji Wen stood up resolutely.

"Thank you, Teacher Feng, I'm off work and I'm leaving first."

Feng Ming grabbed his flustered steps.

"How do you get back?"

Of course it was driving.

"Your brain is injured, so you're not suitable for driving," Feng Ming raised his wrist, and said calmly, "It just so happens that I'm off work, so I'll take you home along the way."

"Then I'll take a taxi."

If it was an ordinary friend, it would be normal to show such care and attention, but Ji Wenliang subconsciously replied such an awkward sentence, as if he was deliberately angry. It is simply superfluous.

He fled toward the door.

Song Jie had kept his ears bent for the last moment, but when he heard the sound of the door opening, he straightened up immediately.

Touching the back of his neck, he smiled at Ji Wenliang.

"How is it? Has the wound been treated?"

"Senior brother," Ji Wenliang didn't care about Song Jie's eavesdropping, he took off his white coat and stuffed it into his arms, "I'm off work first, please take it back to the office for me."

Walking so fast, why does it seem like someone is chasing him behind him.

Song Jie stared blankly at him hastily walking away until his arms sank again.

Feng Ming also took off his white coat and handed it to him, with a rare anxious expression on his face, "Please help me—"

"Take it back to the office."

The humanoid hanger replied very self-aware.

Feng Ming nodded, and chased after Ji Wenliang's shadow.

The sun is rushing down the hill, leaving behind a little orange sunlight, which is evenly sprinkled on the gradually congested road, and is cut by the staggered cars and pedestrians.

There was a reassuring din hanging in the air, the background music on the way home.

Feng Ming walked through the long corridor and the big glass door, and finally caught Ji Wenliang's wrist before he crossed the road.

It's really ugly to drag and tug on the street, Ji Wenliang didn't want to attract curious eyes, and just wanted to break free secretly, but the force on his wrist disappeared.

"Before you asked me if I liked you, I didn't answer. Is it too late to say now?"

Ji Wenliang didn't speak, and turned away from him.

Feng Ming continued: "Now I say I like you, is that okay?"

Ji Wenliang's heart was mixed with five emotions, he was ashamed of using improper means and secretly delighted at the result, thinking that if Feng Ming had admitted earlier, there wouldn't be so many things, so he was a little aggrieved and angry.

"Why now?"

Feng Ming was silent for a while.

"If you haven't forgotten He Ning, I can wait. If you want me to help you forget him, I'm willing too."

Listen to what kind of bastard answer this is!

"taxi!"

Ji Wenliang beckoned, and the yellow Santana started to slow down along the side of the road.

He opened the car door, sat in the back seat, and Feng Li unexpectedly followed in.

"Where are you going?"

The master driver glanced at the rearview mirror and naturally regarded them as being together.

"I'm going to Zijing Community, Ximen."

Ji Wenliang said the word "I" loudly and clearly.

The driver turned his head, looked around the faces of the two, and finally looked at Feng Ming, "You guys are not together, where are you going, handsome?"

"I'm going to Zijing District," Feng Mingxu coughed, "Ximen."

"That's right, a place, you can share a car."

How much fate is it to get on at the same place, get off at the same place, and take the same taxi at the same time.

The master driver sighed secretly and stepped on the accelerator.

Dealing with strangers for a long time makes every taxi driver have extraordinary chatting skills. He can talk about everything from state affairs to street anecdotes.

No matter how angry Ji Wenliang was, he didn't want to involve other people, he just talked to him casually.

Somehow, we talked about the injury on the forehead.

"It's nothing serious, I just accidentally fell and hit a chair." Ji Wenliang didn't want to say more.

"Then you have to be careful. Last time I cut my thigh with a nail. The blood flowed so hard that I couldn't cover it with my hands. Guess how many stitches I got when I got to the hospital?" The driver made a gesture of nine, "Nine stitches Hey, how many stitches did you sew on this hole?"

I really don't know this, Ji Wenliang made up a number casually.

"The five-needle wound is not small, but it hurts. You have to pay attention to this wound. The doctor told me that you can't get wet, like that pepper. You can't eat it. The doctor who stitched you told you Did you say it?"

"No." This is the truth.

"Then you are not good as a doctor. Where did you sew it? Is it Jing'an Hospital?"

Ji Wenliang hummed.

"No, Jing'an Hospital is a big hospital," the driver clicked his tongue, "but in today's society, it's hard to tell. A while ago, there was a doctor on duty playing with his mobile phone, which delayed the patient's treatment? I heard that The family has filed a lawsuit and is waiting for the verdict."

Taking this opportunity, he talked a lot about the relationship between doctors and patients, and severely condemned irresponsible doctors, showing his distress and disdain for the medical troubles.

"So, this doctor is still a conscience. Look at the doctor who gave you the stitches. Can a few more instructions make him tired? If something happens to you, who are you to blame? He thinks everyone understands. "

Just as he was waiting for a red light, the driver turned his head and saw that Feng Ming hadn't spoken the whole time, so he realized that he had been left out in the cold.

Afraid that he would feel embarrassed, he asked, "Handsome guy, you went to Jing'an Hospital to see a doctor."

Feng Ming also hummed, of course the doctor is there to see a doctor, so there is no problem with that.

"How about it, do you like it?"

"It's good. Pay attention to keep the wound dry, avoid getting wet, avoid spicy and stimulating food, and don't drink alcohol. It is recommended to eat a light diet and choose high-protein foods." Feng Ming looked at Ji Wenliang and added, "Keep your mood Comfortable and getting enough sleep."

"The doctor you found is pretty good." The driver chuckled.

The driver didn't understand, but Ji Wenliang did. His face turned red, feeling ashamed and ashamed.

There were three people in the car, and they initially spoke to the driver not only out of politeness, but also with the intention of ignoring Feng Ming.

Later, when he talked about his own wounds, he couldn't help but find it funny and relieved to hear someone who didn't know blame Feng Ming.

When the driver asked Feng Ming what he was going to do in the hospital, he even had an attitude of watching the excitement, waiting to see how he would answer.

If Feng Ming said that he is a doctor and works in Jing'an Hospital, or admits that he is the "not good" doctor that the driver said, and he stitched up the wound, then the driver will inevitably be embarrassed.

If he just covered it up casually, he would be full of uselessness.

Unexpectedly, he didn't embarrass the driver, and he didn't seem to be wronged. He just took this opportunity to tell himself to keep the wound dry and avoid getting wet.

This thing is clearly written in the book, so why should he tell it?

Really.

The soft-hearted Ji Wenliang and the hard-hearted Ji Wenliang quarreled fiercely.

Why does he say that if you don't want to be together, you won't be together, and if you say that you want to be together, you must be together?

But isn't that what you want now?

This is the result obtained through improper means. Is this considered deception?

So what if you use some skills on the way to chasing love?Anyway, your love for him has not changed.

……

"We're here at the west gate of Zijing Community." The driver stopped the car, "How do you calculate, half of each person? Cash or QR code?"

"Scan the code." Ji Wenliang came back to his senses and replied quickly.

Stretching his hand into his trouser pocket, he poked around, and the expression on his face changed.

When he went out, he only cared about hiding Feng Ming, and didn't even take his cell phone.

Not only the phone, but also the keys are left in the office.

The author has something to say:

Feng Ming: Do you not trust my skills or am I hurting you?

Ji Wenliang: I suspect you are driving, but I have no evidence.

Sorry for the update, woo woo woo, because I took the train from the south to the north, I was not used to the weather, I accidentally caught a cold, every time I want to say something in the comments, but I always feel that it will be better the next morning, and I can continue It was updated, but it didn't work the next day, so it has been delayed until now, woo woo woo.

God bless, finish the third world before September.

Thank you Little Fairy Lei, I am really ashamed.