Chapter 713

Shuianluo curls his lips. I feel that there is something else in it.

"Dr. water."

Shuianluo heard someone open his mouth and looked up. A nurse came in with blood on her arm.

"There are not enough surgical staff. Please help me, sir." The nurse said, holding the man in and going straight out.

"Hey, I said -"

Shui Anluo held Qiao yaruan, "forget it."

Shui Anluo said, looking down at the patient who was sent in, the man was wearing a brown jacket, long hair, under the shoulder, the feeling of non mainstream, but look at his age is not young, with a beard, deep eyes completely can not hide his rich life experience.

In his right hand, he was carrying a painting bag, which was very shabby, but he had never put it down since he came in.

I think that's something important to him.

Shui Anluo looks at Qiao yaruan and goes out with anger to help her get something to deal with the wound. He whispers: "don't be angry, just learn more. Where are interns not bullied like this?"

The man looked up at shui'anluo, his mouth slightly raised.

Shui Anluo looked down at the wound on his arm, as if he had been hit by something and scratched by a dagger.

Shui Anluo frowned and looked, "Sir, you can put things down first. It may be more comfortable."

"No, just a simple bandage." The man spoke in a low voice.

Shui Anluo looks up slightly and looks at the man with full face and beard. His voice is very nice.

Shuianluo didn't embarrass him either. First, he cleaned the wound with hydrogen peroxide, and then began to apply the medicine.

The man didn't frown from the beginning to the end, as if the wound had no feeling for him.

After shuianluo wrapped gauze for him, Qiao yaruan had prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs for her. When shuianluo looked up, he handed them to her directly.

Shui Anluo laughs low. She says that she is weak every time, but she is the one who will help her every time.

Unfortunately, the man didn't take the prescription. After thanking him, he left with his painting bag on his back.

"Tut Tut, what a non mainstream uncle." Qiao Ya Ruan pressed on Shui an Luo's shoulder and said.

Shui Anluo put down his tools and touched his chin slightly: "I feel that he has a story, that painting bag, for many years?"

"Look at the style. It's not 30 years, it's more than 20 years. There are still people using it." Qiao Ya Ruan said with her lips curled.

Shui Anluo lowers his head to pack up. There are too many people with stories in this world.

Qiao yaruan sat on the table and pressed on Shui Anluo's shoulder as he was packing up: "do you know how he was hurt?"

"How do I know?" Shui Anluo finished packing, "come with me to see the little fat man later."

"To protect his painting bag, didn't you notice that it had been torn, so his painting bag must have been given by someone who was very important to him."

"Elder sister, it's a pity that you don't become a criminal policeman." Shui Anluo laughs and shakes off her hand and goes out to wash her hand.

"Well, do you want to believe my sister's observation?" Qiao Ya Ruan began to cry.

Fortunately, the bathroom was on one side of her office, so she could hear it clearly.

"I believe, but what does it have to do with us?" Shui Anluo washed his hands and said, "I want to take care of the little fat man's illness rather than how he was injured."

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