My iceberg smiled

Chapter 609 A Gentle Good Man

Longjing.

Fang Hospital.

"Hey! Hey! Mr. Han, don't get out of bed. If you need anything, just ask us. If our doctor Fang sees this, I will be scolded again."

A young nurse had just entered the VIP ward when she saw a middle-aged man who was supposed to be lying on the bed, but bent down to move a pot of green plants in the corner of the room.

This move frightened the little nurse who came in.

The middle-aged man smiled cheerfully and said, "I just see the sun is so good today, and I want it to come to the window to bask in the sun."

"Oh, Mr. Han, we can do this. Please go back to bed and lie down." The little nurse hurried over to take the flower pot from the middle-aged man, and opened the window slightly, and directly The flower pot was placed on the windowsill.

Then he helped the middle-aged man to bed.

"Little girl, I'm not that weak, so I'll say goodbye to him... Your doctor Fang just made a fuss over a molehill." The middle-aged man said.

"Come on, Mr. Han, people who just coughed up blood yesterday, don't say such things. Everyone in the hospital knows that you are in poor health." The little nurse pouted, not believing the middle-aged man's words at all.

Picking up the medical tools in his hands, he began to fiddle with them.

The middle-aged man choked at the little nurse's words, then rubbed his head in embarrassment and smiled, "Why did the whole hospital know about it? It must have been passed on by your doctor Fang, right?"

"Mr. Han, you don't care who passed it on. You still have to take five bottles of medicine today. You can bear the crime."

"..."

"So, stop messing around... Stretch out your hand."

The middle-aged man stretched out his right hand helplessly.

The little nurse said "Yeah" and said, "Left hand."

The middle-aged man stretched out his left hand again.

The little nurse said with a little bit of distress: "Your right hand is swollen from the injection, I think your left hand is coming soon, don't worry, I will give you a light injection today, and then I will wrap your right hand with a hot towel later. Once you apply it, it will get better sooner."

The middle-aged man smiled again: "I'm a big man who has lived half my life, and now I still need you, a little girl, to comfort me. If you tell me, there is no place to put my old face."

"..."

"Let's fight, I'm already past the age where I'm afraid of injections."

The little nurse burst out laughing: "Mr. Han, you are really humorous."

The middle-aged man didn't know what to think of, his eyes suddenly became distant and contemplative, and he murmured: "Really? But they all think I'm a boring person..."

The little nurse said: "It's nothing, anyway, since I took care of you for a week, I found that you are completely different from what I imagined."

"What do you imagine me to be like?"

"I used to think that someone like you, Mr. Han, must be cold, unkind, moody, and..."

"What else?"

"The kind that is still high above and doesn't take people seriously... sorry, I'll just say that."

"It's ok."

"But after getting in touch with you, I think you are very kind, a gentle and good person."

The middle-aged man curled his lips slightly, watching that the little nurse had hung up the needle for him, and the liquid medicine in the bottle flowed down into his blood drop by drop.

There was a sudden coolness in his veins.

He looked out the window, repeating what the little nurse had just said in his heart.

gentle good man...

It would be nice if someone once said that.

(End of this chapter)