Luo Shangqing came over with a look of helplessness and reached for the phone: "Hello."
He didn't know what was said on the other end, but he nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, Luo Shangqing took out the syringe he had been holding and began preparing the medication as he said, "What are you spacing out for? Take off your coat."
Mu Chenxi quickly set down Kong Tai and took off her overcoat.
Luo Shangqing first treated the wound on the back of her hand. He bent over, his fringe brushing across Mu Chenxi's face, and his focused and serious demeanor fascinated her.
She had only heard him lecturing before and hadn't seen him treating a patient in person. She didn't expect to become an example so soon.
Mu Chenxi was daydreaming when she heard Luo Shangqing's impatient voice: "Roll up your sleeve."
Today, Mu Chenxi wore a sweater with tight cuffs which could only be rolled up to her elbows, and she struggled to expose her upper arm.
