Song Xingzhi is the director of the cardiology department of Pyeongjing First Hospital.

Shaoqing took a taxi to the First Hospital and hung up the number of the cardio and brain department.

This is the best hospital in Pingjing, and it is also the best hospital in the whole of Huaguo, and the cardio-brain department is an intensive care department, and there are countless people waiting to see a doctor.

The number in Shaoqing's hand is already more than a hundred.

She glanced at the electronic screen with a headache, stuffed the registration slip in her hand into her pocket, and tried to send a message to Song Xingzhi.

[Shaoqing: I'm here in your hospital, are you busy? I have something I want to ask you for help. 】

Now is the peak period of patients in the hospital, Song Xingzhi is mostly busy watching patients, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to his mobile phone-

The phone vibrated slightly.

[Song Xingzhi: I just got off the operating table. 】

[Song Xingzhi: Half an hour later, the next operation, where are you, I'll come to you. 】

Shao Qing stopped him from coming, asked his location himself, and then rushed over.

Song Xingzhi was outside the operating room, he was wearing a white coat and his hands were in his pockets, probably because he had just finished the operation, his expression was two points tired, his head was slightly lowered, and there was broken hair hanging down on his forehead.

Shao Qing walked over and called him in a low voice: "Song Xingzhi." ”

Song Xingzhi's eyelashes twitched slightly, then he raised his eyebrows and looked at him lightly: "Shaoqing." ”

He curled his lips and showed a shallow smile: "Why do you have time to come to Pingjing?"

He turned sideways, pointed to the bench next to him, and asked, "Do you want to sit?"

Song Xingzhi took the initiative to introduce: "I still have two more surgeries today, and they will be finished at about eight or nine o'clock." ”

Song Xingzhi asked gently, "I'll take you around Pingjing?"

Shao Qing shook his head: "I have something to ask you for." ”

Song Xingzhi's proposal was rejected, and he was not annoyed, and his amber pupils stared at Shao Qing gently, quietly waiting for her next step.

Probably in the interval between operations, there was no one in the corridor, Shao Qing pulled his clothes, leaned forward a little, and leaned against Song Xingzhi's ear at once.

Song Xingzhi subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and his earlobes turned red uncontrollably.

He was thinking about whether to take a step back or stand still, when he heard Shao Qing whisper: "I have a gunshot wound in the shoulder, and I want to ask you to deal with it." ”

Song Xingzhi was slightly stunned.

He turned his head, looked at Shao Qing in some surprise, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?"

His voice was naturally gentle, even if he was shocked, his tone was slow and light, but the tail note was slightly raised, with a hint of surprise.

Song Xing stopped moving his lips, compared his lips to Shaoqing, and said in an angry voice: "Gunshot wound?"

Shao Qing nodded.

Song Xingzhi pursed his lips slightly, his gaze drooped slightly, fell on Shao Qing's shoulder for a moment, and quickly retracted.

He didn't ask Shaoqing why he was injured by the gunshot, but only said in a low voice: "There are some basic things in the operating preparation room, I'll give you a simple treatment." He followed him into the preparation room.

There were a few nurses in the preparation room, and Song Xingzhi negotiated with them, invited them out of the room, and then brought tools over.

He detoxified the wound, his eyelashes lowered slightly, and his voice was a little softer: "I don't have enough time, I can't anesthetize you, maybe-"

Song Xingzhi's voice softened by half a minute: "It's a little painful." ”

His voice was light and gentle, but the movements of his hands were fast and rapid, and before Shao Qing could answer his words, he noticed a pain in his arm.