My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Shi Jin turned around and leaned against the desk behind her, looking at her with eyes washed with water: "Do you need my help with your clothes?"

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help but raise his lips slightly: "How can I help?"

He said in a serious tone, "Surgical suturing is my strong point."

How humble, the suture method pioneered by Shi Jin is still remembered in Yale University textbooks. Xu Qingbo leaned against the door, shaking the portable medicine box in his hand: "There is no needle and thread, do you want surgical suture needles?"

Shi Jin looked at Jiang Jiusheng's skirt, "It's fine."

So, it's going to be an operation on her skirt?

Jiang Jiusheng was a little dumbfounded.

Shi Jin took the medicine box and said softly to Xu Qingbo, "Can you go out?"

Unload the mill and kill the donkey!

Xu Qingbo slammed the door shut with a bang.

Jiang Jiusheng pursed his lips and chuckled, thinking that Dr. Xu was really an interesting person.

Shi Jin carried the medicine box, moved a chair and placed it in front of her. She looked at him quietly, with a look of willingness to be at his mercy.

Shi Jin raised his hand, just as it landed on her neckline, the movement stopped again.

"Offended," he said.

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

He just took off her coat, and the gauze skirt under the woolen coat was scratched at the waist.

She was standing and he was sitting, his eyes were fixed on her waist and abdomen. There was a small, thin and white waist, slightly upwards, where there was a tattoo, which was a flower, black and very eerie.

He stared at the tattoo.

Jiang Jiusheng explained: "It's the scar left by the operation." After a pause, he added, "The tattoo probably came from being young and frivolous."

Why do you say probably?

Because I don't remember, I had an accident at the age of sixteen, and after the accident, I lost my memory, and I got this scar and this tattoo that no one knows the meaning of.

Shi Jin nodded, leaned over slightly, landed his slender fingers on her scratched skirt, and said in a low voice, "It's Tumi."

He bowed his head.

Standing and looking down, Jiang Jiusheng saw that his hair was very black, a little soft, trimmed short, casual and ordinary, but, matched with his distinct silhouette, it looked just right.

Even if it is not the first time you see a beautiful woman, you can already look amazing.

The gaze was too presumptuous, Jiang Jiusheng retracted it, turned his eyes calmly, and tried his best to speak calmly: "Doctor Shi also knows?"

When she made fun of him, she liked to call him Doctor.

Shi Jin suddenly raised his head: "The beauty of the end." He said, looking into her eyes, "Its flower language is the beauty of the end."

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "Doctor Shi knows flowers?"

The Shi Jin in her impression is probably more academic, such elegant but vain things like flowers are suitable for literati, Shi Jin is more suitable for scalpels, such cold and sharp things are redemption, but with Deadly lethality.

Shi Jin shook his head: "I don't really understand, I just happen to know this kind."

Oh, so he likes Tumi, well, she remembered.

They are really destined, made in heaven, Jiang Jiusheng thought so, the corners of his mouth couldn't hold back the upward curve.

Shi Jin looked at the scraped place on her waist, then put the medicine box on her lap, opened the box, found a slightly sharper surgical needle, the suture thread was also surgical thread, and a pair of sharp needles. head of surgical scissors.

Probably every surgeon has such a set of tools at home, Jiang Jiusheng thought.

After handling the needle and thread, Shi Jin raised his head, and told her appropriately and politely, "I will try not to touch you."

Jiang Jiusheng wanted to say, it doesn't matter if he touches it, she is willing to touch it for him. He opened his mouth, but still couldn't say such a wild word, so he nodded.

He lowered his eyelashes, and then focused on sewing her skirt. The slender metal sewing needles moved in and out at his fingertips, moving slowly and gracefully.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't know much about surgical sutures, but he thought the technique was so beautiful that it was especially pleasing to the eye.

She lowered her head, looked a little fascinated, and blurted out: "Did you do the same when you were doing the operation?"

Shi Jin looked up at her: "How?"

His eyes are deep black, a pure color without any impurities. When he focuses on people, they are deep and mysterious, like a bottomless midsummer night starry sky, dotted with the most beautiful light.

Ascetic and charming.

Five words, at the edge of his mouth, Jiang Jiusheng grasped the last trace of rationality, and changed his words: "This is how to concentrate."

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, it's a professional habit." Then he continued to lower his eyes, holding the suture needle in his right hand and the surgical scissors in his left hand, twisted it a few times, quickly tied a beautiful knot, cut off the excess thread, Smiling, "Okay."

Jiang Jiusheng took a look, but he really couldn't see the stitches, it looked more like wrinkles from a distance.

It's amazing.

Shi Jin looked at her dumbfounded with some amusement, and explained: "This is intradermal suture in surgery, and it is a suture method with the smallest scar."

Jiang Jiusheng looked and looked, but still couldn't see the stitches.

He lowered his head and packed his tools: "Sewing is more difficult." After a pause, "However, I happen to be good at it."

She smiled and boasted: "Doctor Shi, you are really amazing."

Shi Jin looked up and smiled slightly: "Thank you."

As if he had been waiting for this compliment, his eyes lit up instantly, like thousands of stars falling into his eyes.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed dumbfounded.

He stood up and looked at her skirt: "Maybe I need to tear off a part of your skirt, about ten centimeters wide."

She nodded and asked, "Do you need me to sit down?"

"No need." Shi Jin moved the chair away, squatted in front of her, carefully lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of slender legs, he looked up, looked at her and said, "If it is torn, I will pay you. "

Jiang Jiusheng was as good as he was good: "Okay."

Because it's him, it doesn't matter if you tear her skirt, if it's someone else, you must kick her back.

The movement was very gentle, but extremely fast. He did it in one go, tearing off her skirt, no more, no less, exactly ten centimeters, the accuracy of the surgeon was really accurate.

Then, he folded the torn skirt into a flower, and sewed it on the folds of her waist. The skirt was slightly frayed and turned slightly outward, like a budding flower bone, just right, casual and dejected. A sense of beauty arises spontaneously.

These beautiful hands are really omnipotent.

Jiang Jiusheng felt that if Shi Jin wasn't a surgeon, he could also be a fashion stylist, which was perfect.

She stood up straight, opened her hands and lifted the hem of the skirt, and turned around: "Does it look good?"

Shi Jin nodded: "Very beautiful."

He smiled lightly, his eyes were in a mess, and the heart in Jiang Jiusheng's chest was also beating in a mess. She almost didn't think about it, and she blurted out: "Shi Jin."

"Um?"

"I--"

When the words came to his lips, the unlocked door was suddenly pushed open.

"Sheng Sheng!"

It was Su Qing, rushing in in a hurry.

The courage that Jiang Jiusheng mustered, died down in an instant. A little annoyed and regretful, he lowered his head and stopped looking at Shi Jin.

Only then did Su Qing realize that there were other people in the room, and he was taken aback. His eyes couldn't help but wander back and forth, probing: "Who is this?"

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(I don’t know what you guys think, but I’m so sleepy with the doctor!)