My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Chapter 78: One, Two, Three Things That 078 Hands Can Do (Three more)

Shi Jin turned around, leaning on the desk behind him, gazing at her like water, looking at her: "Do you need my help for your clothes?"

Jiang Jiusheng couldn't help but whispered: "How can I help?"

He said in a serious tone, "Surgical suture is my strong point."

Really modest, the stitching method pioneered by Shi Jin is also remembered in the textbooks of Yale University. Xu Qingbo leaned against the door and shook his portable medicine box: "Without needle thread, do you need a surgical suture needle?"

Shi Jin looked at Jiang Jiusheng's skirt, "It's okay."

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

Jiang Jiusheng was dumbfounded.

Shi Jin took the medicine chest and said softly to Xu Qingbo: "Can you go out?"

Kill the donkey!

Xu Qingbo slammed the door.

Jiang Jiusheng smirked, thinking that Dr. Xu was really an interesting person.

Shi Jin carried the medicine chest, moved a chair and placed it in front of her. She looked at him quietly and looked at him willingly.

Shi Jin raised her hand and just landed on her neckline, the movement stopped again.

He said: "Offended."

Jiang Jiusheng shook his head.

He took off her coat, and the skirt under the woolen coat was scratched in the waist.

She was standing, he was sitting, his eyes were unbiased and fell on her waist, a thin, white waistline, a little up, there was a tattoo, a flower, black, very strange.

He stared at the tattoo.

Jiang Jiusheng explained: "It is the scar left by the operation." After a pause, he said, "Tattoo is probably a young frenzy."

Why is it probably?

Because I do n’t remember, I had an accident at the age of sixteen. After the accident, I lost my memory. I had this scar and a tattoo that no one knows the meaning of.

Shi Jin nodded, leaned over slightly, her long fingers fell on her torn skirt, and whispered, "It's Tumi."

He lowered his head.

Jiang Jiusheng stood and looked down. His hair was very dark, somewhat soft, shortly trimmed, casual and ordinary, but with a distinct outline, it looked just right.

The beauty of the beauty, even if it is not the first sight, can already have a stunning look.

Jiang Jiusheng closed his eyes and turned his eyes silently, trying to be as calm as possible: "Does Dr. Shi know?"

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

Shi Jin suddenly looked up: "The beauty of the end." He said, looking at her eyes, "its flower language is the beauty of the end."

Jiang Jiusheng was surprised: "Does the doctor know flowers?"

Shi Jin in her impression is probably more academic. It is suitable for scholars to spend such elegant but vain things. Shi Jin is more suitable for scalpels. Such a hard and neat thing is redemption, but it carries Deadly lethality.

Shi Jin shook his head: "I don't understand it, I just know this one."

Oh, he liked Tumi, well, she remembered it.

They were really destined, and they were made in heaven. Jiang Jiusheng thought so, the corners of his mouth couldn't suppress the rising arc.

Shi Jin finished seeing where her waist was scratched, and then put the medicine box on her leg, opened the box, and found a slightly sharp surgical needle. Surgical scissors for the head.

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

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

Jiang Jiusheng wanted to say that it didn't matter if it happened, she was willing to touch him. Opening his mouth, he still couldn't say anything like this, and nodded.

He lowered his eyelashes, and then sewed her skirt intently. The slender metal suture needle moved in and out of his fingertips.

Jiang Jiusheng didn't understand surgical sutures, but only felt that the technique was so beautiful that it was particularly pleasing to the eye.

She looked down, looked a little obsessed, and blurted out: "Is this the same when you were operating?"

Shi Jin looked up at her: "How?"

His eyes are deep black, with no impurities at all. When focusing on people, it is deep and mysterious, like the midsummer night starry sky that can't be seen at all, adorned with the most beautiful light.

Ascetic and charming.

With five words and words close to his mouth, Jiang Jiusheng grasped the last hint of reason and changed his mouth: "So dedicated."

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, it's a professional habit." Then he continued to lower his eyes, holding a suture needle in his right hand, and a surgical scissors in his left hand, and twisted it a few times. Smile, "Okay."

Jiang Jiusheng glanced at it, and really couldn't see the stitches, but looked more like folds from a distance.

It's a god.

Shi Jin looked at her dumbfoundedly and explained, "This is a surgical intradermal suture, and it is the smallest scar."

Jiang Jiusheng looked at it again and again, and still couldn't see the stitches.

He lowered his head to pack the tool: "It is more difficult to sew." There was a pause. "However, I was just right."

She boasted with a smile: "Doctor Shi, you are so powerful."

Shi Jin looked up and smiled lightly: "Thank you."

Seems to have been waiting for this compliment, his eyes light up instantly, like thousands of stars falling into his eyes.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed dumbly.

He stood up and looked at her skirt: "It may be necessary to tear off your skirt, about ten centimeters wide."

She nodded and asked, "Do I need to sit down?"

"No." Shi Jin moved the chair away, squatted in front of her, and carefully lifted her skirt to reveal a pair of slender legs. He looked up at her and said, "If it is torn, I will pay you. "

Jiang Jiusheng followed the good: "Okay."

Because it ’s him, it does n’t matter if she tears her skirt. If it ’s someone else, you must give it a go.

The movement was very gentle, but very fast. He slammed it and tore her skirt, no more, no less than ten centimeters, and the surgeon's accuracy was exactly the same.

Then he folded the torn skirt into a flower and sewed it to the folds around her waist. The skirt was slightly burred and turned slightly outward, like a flower-bone with a bract, just right, casual and decadent Aesthetics emerged spontaneously.

These beautiful hands are really omnipotent.

Jiang Jiusheng feels that if Shi Jin is not a surgeon, he can also be a clothing stylist, which is perfect.

She stood upright, opened her hand to lift the skirt, and turned around: "Are you looking good?"

Shi Jin nodded: "It's beautiful."

He smiled shallowly, his eyes were beautifully messed up, and the heart in Jiang Jiusheng's chest also burst into a mess, almost no brain, she burst out: "Shi Jin."

"Ok?"

"I--"

As he spoke, the unlocked door was suddenly pushed open.

"Sheng Sheng!"

It was Su Qing, who came in violently.

Jiang Jiusheng's courage to swell his feet, and he was suddenly disappointed, a little annoyed and a little regretful, bowing his head and not looking at Shi Jin.

Su Qing found out that there were others in the room. He was taken aback, and his eyes could not help turning around. He tentatively tried: "This is this?"

(I do n’t know what you think, anyway, I really want to be a doctor when I sleep!)

(End of this chapter)