Pampered and arrogant: black-bellied husband please calm down

Chapter 474 Falling in love with you, I have no way out (3)

It's Chen Jing.

She was wearing the latest Gucci autumn and winter black and white professional suit that she ordered the store manager to send over early in the morning, and she sat on the dark gray solid wood chair, obediently, letting the doctor remove the stitches on her forehead.

It seems that when the stitches were removed, the black thread that had grown into the flesh was pulled outwards with too much force, so that Chen Jing's delicate face with nude makeup changed drastically, and her facial features were almost twisted together ferociously. There was a deep and shallow pain, "Hiss..."

Hearing Chen Jing's painful sound, Mo Jinqian's mind would unnaturally think that the person who was under him last night followed his own beat, blooming unscrupulously like a poppy flower, using thousands of daughters Qiao Bainvmei Chen Jing begged for mercy with a loud voice.

Just when Mo Jinqian lost his mind, Chen Jing's pain came again from his ears.

Looking up, I saw a young boy in a white coat who was removing stitches for Chen Jing, holding the pliers and cotton swabs in his hands, and he froze there, not knowing what to do.

Seeing this, Mo Jinqian's face darkened.

He slammed open the half-open door of the consulting room on the left, furious: "What are you doing?"

The voice was harsh and cold, and the intern, who was holding the pliers just a few days after work, was so frightened that he trembled all over, and the pliers in his hand fell to the beige marble floor, making a crisp slap.

He turned around, and when he saw Mo Jinqian walking towards him, he shouted tremblingly: "Mo... Director Mo..."

"Debridement, suture, and suture removal are the most basic knowledge. Didn't the teacher teach you when you were studying in medical school? Fortunately, you are in the consulting room today. Have you ever thought about it? What would happen if the pliers and cotton swabs were dropped on the floor while mending the wound of a patient during an operation? You are a doctor, not an executioner!"

"Mo, Director Mo, I..."

The new intern, who was afraid of Mo Jinqian's iceberg, would be pressed by him step by step, so he didn't know what to say, and his tone stammered.

Chen Jing couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but speak for the intern doctor: "Master Mo, okay, what kind of nerves are you getting, I was in a hurry, so I asked him to remove the stitches for me, if you have any questions, you can come to me , why make things difficult for him?"

"I'll take care of you later!"

Mo Jinqian glared at Chen Jing, and sternly ordered the intern standing beside him, "Go out soon? Stay here and wait to be scolded by me?"

I don't know why, when Mo Jinqian glanced over just now, Chen Jing actually had the illusion of being caught by him on the spot, and her neck couldn't help shrinking, and she didn't have the previous arrogance at all.

Seeing her like this, Mo Jinqian couldn't get angry.

He tore off the light blue sterile cap on his head irritably, strode towards the dark gray high cabinet full of various emergency first aid supplies in the corner on the left, opened the cabinet door, and took out a small thumb-sized Glass bottles, syringes, cotton swabs, and curved tweezers for removing stitches walked towards Chen Jing who was sitting on the right.

"Why don't you call me in advance when you come to the hospital? In this way, even if I have an operation today, I can arrange for other doctors to remove the stitches for you, so that you don't have to temporarily hire an intern doctor, who is so painful that he yells and screams, but he is scared Be at a loss."

While talking, Mo Jinqian picked up the tweezers, pinched the sterile cotton, stained it with a little subversion, and carefully wiped for Chen Jing the blood that was flowing out through the mouth of the suture line after half of the stitches were removed on her forehead.

(End of this chapter)