Chapter 78

Shijin turns around and leans against the desk behind her. Her eyes are like washing water. She looks at her: "your clothes, do you need my help?"

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help but say, "how can I help you?"

"Surgical sutures are my strength," he said in a serious tone

It's very modest. The textbook of Yale University still remembers the sewing method pioneered by Shi Jin. Xu Qingbo leaned by the door and shook the portable medicine box in his hand: "if there is no needle or thread, do you want the surgical suture needle?"

When Jin looked at Jiang Jiusheng's skirt, "it's OK."

So this is going to have an operation on her skirt?

Jiang Jiusheng was a little stunned.

Shijin takes over the medicine box and says to Xu Qingbo, "can you go out?"

Get rid of the mill and kill the donkey!

Xu Qingbo slams the door.

Jiang Jiusheng chuckled and felt that Dr. Xu was really an interesting person.

Shijin carried the medicine box and put a chair in front of her. She looked at him quietly, with a look that she was willing to follow him.

When Jin raised her hand and just landed at her neck, the movement stopped again.

He said, "I'm offended."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

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

She stood, he sat, eyes on her waist, a thin white waist, slightly upward, there is a tattoo, is a flower, black, very weird.

He stared at the tattoo.

"It's the scar left by the operation," Jiang Jiusheng explained After a pause, he added, "tattoos were probably young and frivolous."

Why say roughly?

Because I can't remember. I lost my memory after the accident when I was 16 years old. I got more scars and tattoos that no one knows the meaning.

When Jin nodded, slightly bent over, slender fingers fell on her scratched skirt, low said: "is a tea."

He lowered his head.

Jiang Jiusheng stood and looked down. His hair was very black, some soft, short, casual and common. It was just right with his clear outline.

Beauty's appearance, even if not for the first time, has been able to amaze the eyes.

His eyes were too unrestrained. Jiang Jiusheng took them away, turned his eyes in a quiet way, and tried to have a peaceful tone: "when did the doctor know that?"

When she teases him, she likes to call him a doctor.

When Jin suddenly looked up: "the beauty of the end." He said, looking into her eyes, "its flower words are the beauty of the end."

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "when doctors understand flowers?"

In her impression, Shijin is more academic. Flowers, which are elegant but vain, are suitable for literati. Shijin is also more suitable for scalpels, which are cold and sharp. They are redemption, but they are lethal.

When Jin shook her head: "I don't know much, but I just know this kind."

Oh, he likes to be a fan, well, she remembers.

They are really predestined. They are created by nature. Jiang Jiusheng thinks so, and the corners of his mouth can't hold the rising radian.

When Jin saw the scraped part of her waist, she put the medicine box on her leg, opened the box, and found a kind of slightly sharp surgical needle. The suture was also the surgical line, and there was a sharp surgical scissors.

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

After handling the needle and thread, Jin looked up and informed her appropriately and politely, "I try not to touch you."

Jiang Jiusheng wants to say that it doesn't matter if she meets him. She is willing to touch him. Zhang opened his mouth, still unable to say such a wild word, and nodded.

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

Jiang Jiusheng didn't know how to sew. He just thought the technique was too beautiful, especially pleasing to the eyes.

She looked down, a little obsessed, and blurted out, "is that the same with your surgery?"

When Jin looked up at her: "how?"

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

Abstinence is fascinating.

Five words, words to the mouth, Jiang Jiusheng grasp the last trace of reason, changed his mouth: "so dedicated."

Shi Jin nodded, "well, it's a professional habit." Then continue to droop eyes, the right hand holds the suture needle, the left hand is the surgical scissors, twined a few times, the technique quickly hit a beautiful knot, cut off the extra thread, smile, "OK."

Jiang Jiusheng takes a look, but he can't see the stitches. From a distance, it looks more like a fold.

It's amazing.

When Jin some funny look at her gaping appearance, explained: "this is the surgical intradermal suture, is the smallest scar suture technique."

Jiang Jiusheng looked and looked, but still couldn't see the stitches.He lowered his head to clean up his tools: "it's more difficult to sew." There was a pause, "but I'm just good at it."

She said with a smile, "doctor, you are so good."

When Jin looked up and smiled, "thank you."

Seems to have been waiting for this praise, eyes are suddenly bright, like thousands of stars into the eyes.

Jiang Jiusheng was dumbfounded.

He stood up and looked at her skirt. "Maybe I need to tear a piece of your skirt. It's about ten centimeters wide."

She nodded and asked, "do you want me to sit down?"

"No need." When Jin moved the chair away, squatted in front of her, carefully lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of thin legs, he looked up, looked at her and said, "if it's torn, I'll pay you."

Jiang Jiusheng said, "yes."

Because it's him. It doesn't matter to tear her skirt. If it's someone else, I'll take one foot back.

The movement was very gentle, but very fast. He tore her skirt, not much, just ten centimeters. The accuracy of the surgeon was exactly the same.

Then, he folded the torn hem into a flower and sewed it on the fold at her waist. The hem was slightly hairy and turned out a little, like a flower bone in bud. It was just right, casual and decadent.

These beautiful hands are really omnipotent.

Jiang Jiusheng thinks that if Shijin is not a surgeon, she can also be a fashion stylist, which is perfect.

She stood up straight, stretched out her hand and lifted her skirt. She turned around and said, "do you look good?"

Shi Jin nodded, "it's beautiful."

His smile is shallow, his eyes are beautiful, Jiang Jiusheng's heart in his chest is also in a mess, almost without thinking. She blurted out: "Shi Jin."

"Well?"

"I -"

when I come to my mouth, the unlocked door is suddenly pushed open.

"Sheng Sheng!"

It's Su Qing, who broke in with the wind and fire.

Jiang Jiusheng summoned up his courage, and in an instant, he stopped fighting. He was a little upset and regretful. He bowed his head and stopped looking at Shijin.

Su Qian found that there was someone else in the room. He was shocked. He couldn't help looking back and forth to test: "this is it?"

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