Inpatient building of the First Hospital.

Bo Zimu, director of the cardiac surgery department, was checking the patient's magnetic film. Looking at Di Lin, who was carefully holding Jun Qing's arm and walking into the office, the man raised his face in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

He signaled Jun Qing to sit on the chair, and Di Lin bent and carefully held the girl's wrist.

"Help her see her right hand!"

Bo Zimu stood up, strode over, and his eyes fell on the little hand that Di Lin held in his hand.

As soon as he reached out his hand, before he could touch Jun Qing, Di Lin had already held Jun Qing's hand and retreated more than ten centimeters away.

"Gloves!"

The man frowned with beautiful eyebrows and reminded with a gloomy face.

That look like Bo Zimu's hands are stained with deadly bacteria, and he will die if he touches Jun Qing.

Bo Zimu, who had never been so disliked by others, raised his eyebrows unhappily.

Please, he is a famous surgical addiction. He can't wait until dark after washing his hands a hundred times a day.

"I just washed my hands."

"That's not OK!"

Di Lin's tone was full of unreasonable domineeringness.

The other party is so aggressive that this girl is probably hurt.

Bo Zimu was afraid of delaying his condition and did not compete with Di Lin. He took out sterile gloves and put them carefully, held Jun Qing's palm, and asked about the injury while checking.

I heard that Jun Qing was injured in his palm because he hit someone too hard, so the surgeon laughed.

I thought it was at least a fracture, but I didn't expect it to be a bit of skin.

"Di Lin, you have been on the battlefield. Such a minor injury is enough to go to the hospital!"

Faced with the ridicule of his old friend, Di Lin's handsome face was calm.

"Take medicine or apply medicine?"

"No need." Bo Zimu stood up straight and leaned on the desk. His eyes swept across Di Lin's serious side face and curled the smile on his face. "It's the medicine that is three parts poisonous. In her case, there is only one way to relieve the pain."

The emperor raised his eyebrows, looking at the gesture of being willing to hear the details.

"Particular cooling method for airflow." Bo Zimu gracefully pulled off the sterile gloves from his finger, "To put it bluntly, it's just... blow it!"

puff!

Jun Qing and Lu Wenqing were both amused by him and chuckled.

Di Lin glared at Bo Zimu, turned around and helped Jun Qing up and left.

Bo Zimu chased him out, put one hand in his white coat pocket, and the other hand was placed next to his mouth, and loudly reminded him.

"Remember, blow at least one minute at a time three times a day!"

Watching the three of them disappear into the elevator, Bo Zimu smiled and shook his head gently.

Girls need to coax them. When will they turn their sister into a wife with a bad temper like this one?

Good brother, I'm trying my best to help you!

The three of them took the elevator downstairs again. When the elevator went down, Di Lin looked at Jun Qing's palm several times.

The wounded pain was so painful that she would shake her hands from time to time to relieve her discomfort.

When they walked out of the hospital building, the three of them sat in separate places.

Jun Qinggang pulled the seat belt over and buckled it, but his right hand was already caught by a warm big hand.

She looked sideways in confusion.

In his sight, Di Lin held her little hand with his big hand and sent it to his lips, gently blowing her wound.

Jun Qing moved.

After so many years, I have seen him kill decisively at the negotiating table, and I have seen him covered in blood and coldness as if he was death...

But this is the first time that Jun Qing has seen such an emperor.

The man who had always been as cold as a knife, lowered his head and seriously helped her blow the wound.

The expression is so solemn, and so...

cute.

The air flow slowly passed by the back of her hand, wrinkling the spring water in her heart.

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Chapter completed!