My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

I saw Jian Chengzong shrinking under the chair, hugging his body tremblingly, muttering in his mouth: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

Jiang Jiusheng squatted down.

Jian Chengzong shrank even more: "Don't come here! I don't dare, I don't dare anymore!" After speaking, he suddenly went berserk, climbed out of the waiting chair, slammed into the medical cart beside him, pushed The medicine in the car rolled all over the floor, and the nurse on the side screamed in fright.

There was a moment of confusion.

Shi Jin stopped Jiang Jiusheng behind him, and ordered the nurses in the VIP ward: "Bring the patient back to the ward forcibly, and inject a sedative."

Several medical staff stepped forward as promised, and held down the patient who had completely lost control of his mind, and the whole corridor echoed with horrific shouts.

"Shengsheng, I'll go there first."

"Um."

Shi Jin was worried, and sent her back to the ward before leaving.

Jian Chengzong's ward was at the innermost part of the same floor, and there was a lot of noise, things were smashed everywhere, and the patient was extremely manic. He was just sent to the hospital this morning, and the hallucinogenic drugs in his body hadn't been completely discharged, so he couldn't suppress it at all.

When the medical staff in the ward saw Shi Jin coming in, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor Shi, the patient didn't cooperate, and the sedative could not be injected." The little nurse's eyes were reddened. The patient was a son of a rich family, and he was injected with anesthetics and was in an extremely dangerous state.

"Let me do it."

The little nurse gratefully handed over the syringe in her hand.

Shi Jin put on gloves, took it, and pushed the air in the syringe to the outside. He took a step forward, and pressed his plastic gloved hand on the patient's shoulder.

The patient who was supported by several people was still writhing and shouting.

"Don't move around." Shi Jin looked at the needle, and said in a calm voice, "It will be very dangerous."

The maniac on the hospital bed suddenly became quiet, his pupils dilated, and he stared at Shi Jin's hand holding the syringe, his gaze distracted.

Last night, in the abandoned warehouse in the western suburbs, the lights were dim.

"Jiang Jiusheng." The man said, "Do you still dare to touch her?"

A slender knife suddenly rested on his left arm, icy cold, rubbing against his skin.

"Don't dare, never dare again."

"Stay away from her in the future, it's dangerous." The man paused, playing with the knife in his hand, "You know?"

It was a scalpel.

Other than that, Jian Chengzong couldn't remember the man's face, nor could he remember the voice, he only remembered the hand in the white glove, a very beautiful hand, holding a slender knife, moving slowly and gracefully to cut open His flesh found the tendon of his left hand and cut it off.

Terrifying, but clueless, like a nightmare...

So much so that now, when Jian Chengzong sees a doctor with good-looking hands, or Jiang Jiusheng, he will instinctively respond to stress, and the neurosurgeon suggests that he should be transferred to the Department of Psychiatry.

In the morning, Jian Chengzong first transferred to the psychiatric department, and then transferred to the ward. It was the advice of the attending physician: If you want to get back to normal soon, please stay away from the stimulating source.

After Jiang Jiusheng returned to the ward, he took a nap and had a dream. It was a weird dream. It was so dark that he couldn't see the person in the dream, only the voice.

bass.

It was the sound of a lighter rubbing the wheel, and then the flame rose, and she could clearly see a pair of hands, beautiful and delicate, holding a cigarette, and the thin lips exhaled a thin layer of smoke, blurring the outline of the person.

The man was smoking. He was a teenager.

"Does it taste good?" It was a girl's voice.

The boy shook his head: "It's bitter and astringent."

"Give me a taste."

The girl lay on top of the boy, trying to grab his cigarettes, but he smiled and avoided, hugging her and coaxing: "Shengsheng, don't touch it, it's not good for your health."

"Then why are you smoking?"

He exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, and leaned over to kiss her: "Didn't you say that I look good when I smoke?"

The girl didn't hide, and sat obediently in his arms.

She said, "Quit it, I don't like the smell of cigarettes."

He said, "Okay."

The dream came to an abrupt end. When Jiang Jiusheng woke up, he was sweating. For some reason, he was a little terrified. He didn't see the boy's face in the dream, but those hands...

Really like Shi Jin.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed, is she dissatisfied with desire?

It was lunch time, the door of the doctor's office was still closed during the cardiology department, and Dr. Xiao from the pediatrics department had been in for almost half an hour. The assistant doctor Xiao Yi hesitated for a few seconds, then left quietly and went to eat alone.

"I don't recommend surgery." Shi Jin said bluntly after reading the examination results.

Xiao Linlin slightly looked away from Shi Jin's face: "If there is no operation, the blood and oxygen supply in the atrium will be insufficient, and the patient may die at any time."

"The patient is not yet one year old, and the incision in the middle of the sternum is too small." Across the desk, Shi Jin pushed the CT scan over a few minutes, and pointed to the shadow on it, "The pulmonary circulation has already congested, and the patient with heart failure appeared on the operating table. Very likely."

Xiao Linlin raised her eyes to look at Shi Jin: "If you are the main knife, what is the success rate?"

He leaned back slightly, leaning on the chair: "No more than 5%."

Although there is specialization in surgery, this old saying does not suit Shi Jin. He majors in cardiothoracic surgery, but it seems that as long as he needs to use a scalpel, there seems to be no field he is not good at.

He doesn't recommend surgery, it's basically impossible to use a knife.

Xiao Linlin smiled Duan Fang: "I see, thank you Doctor Shi for your advice."

Shi Jin said, "You're welcome."

Polite, yet distant.

He is always like this, with grace, but also has a strong character, not sarcastic, but rejects others thousands of miles.

There were three knocks on the door.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

The door was unlocked, and the people outside unscrewed it directly. It was Xu Qingbo, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, two deep dimples, and said to the two inside: "It's time for lunch, together?"

Shi Jin didn't respond.

Xiao Linlin took the information and got up, not as strong as usual, but more like a little girl next door: "Let me please, in order to thank the doctor for explaining my doubts." Looking back at Xu Qingbo, "Doctor Xu also came together ?”

Xu Qingbo is a well-known young man in the hospital, so naturally he would not refuse the invitation: "Beauty treats guests, so it is natural to accompany her."

The words just fell——

"Sorry, I'm not used to sharing meals with people."

After Shi Jin finished speaking, the other two were taken aback. He got up, took a step back, picked up the disinfectant spray on the table, sprayed it on his hands, wiped it carefully with a handkerchief, and said to the two of them, "I wish you all the best!" Have a nice meal."

Xiao Linlin: "..."

Xu Qingbo: "..."

What can I say? Shi Jin is a clean freak.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and the door slammed.

Shi Jin raised his head and smiled slightly: "Shengsheng, you're here."

Sheng Sheng...

You came……

The tone is familiar and intimate.

The other two in the room looked towards the door together.

Jiang Jiusheng was a little embarrassed, and explained: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." When he got closer, he heard someone talking inside, and he didn't move his foot away by accident.

Shi Jin walked to the door with a gentle expression: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

Jiang Jiusheng looked serious and said, "Last time you invited me to breakfast, and it's a courtesy. My assistant made pork ribs. It tastes very good. I wanted to invite you to try it." Since he is not used to sharing meals with others, he can only—

Shi Jin's eyes brightened slightly, and he looked at her with a smile: "Can you wait for me? I need to wash my hands first."