Chapter Eighty-Nine: Tiny Pinholes

The old woman's attitude changed in seconds was also expected by Mu Zhitao. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If the old woman really wanted to see her son, she had to start with the doctor.

Pretending to be pitiful failed, but she couldn't spill it on the spot, so she could only say it in a good voice.

The old woman thought that she would keep crying for a few minutes, and even if the doctor was not able to take her in, he would persuade others out of kindness to help persuade her.

But after Mu Zhitao stirred up like this, her image in the doctor's heart was not good, even if she didn't make trouble in the end, it would be difficult to get in later.

Thinking about it, the old woman let go of the intern's hand, and the amiable smile on her face did not change.

She looked at Mu Zhitao who was standing in place, walked over and took Mu Zhitao's hand, looked very good to talk and thanked Mu Zhitao and said:

"Thank you, little girl, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Mu Zhitao watched with some surprise as the old woman spoke to her in turn.

Doesn't she hold a grudge against me for disrupting her plans?

Mu Zhitao thought, and there was also an expression on her face that should be in harmony with the old woman, and she smiled and shook the old woman's palm: "It's nothing, this is my effort." ”

The old woman looked at Mu Zhitao's bright smile, and the fire in her heart rose up.

She couldn't be angry, her hand moved slightly, but her face pretended to be nothing, "Thank you." ”

Mu Zhitao looked at the old woman's smiling face, only to feel a tingling pain in her palm, and she glanced at the old woman with a somewhat frozen expression.

Mu Zhitao broke free of the old woman's hand, she looked at the old woman in surprise, and unconsciously took a small step back.

She didn't expect her to attack her in front of so many people.

Mu Zhitao thought and raised her stabbed palm, only to see that there was nothing unusual in her palm, and she frowned.

She frowned, stretched out her hand and said with questioning, "What did you just use?" Pierced me. ”

As soon as Mu Zhitao's words fell, she only felt that there was one more person beside her, but the hand she raised was pulled aside by the visitor, and she turned her head to look.

I saw Gu Jing grab her hand and pull the palm of his hand on it, and his slender fingers rubbed against the palm of Mu Zhitao's hand, as if he was looking for a wound.

A warm current crossed Mu Zhitao's heart, but she only felt that her palms were a little itchy.

She wanted to question the old woman at this time, but her attention was instantly attracted by Gu Jing's movements on her palm.

Mu Zhitao paused for a moment, and slowly withdrew his hand that was held in the palm of Gu Jing's hand.

She walked over to the old woman, and repeated what she had just asked, "What did you stab me with just now?" ”

When the old woman heard Mu no Tao's question, she looked up into Mu no Tao's eyes, with an embarrassed smile on her face, and explained embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, little girl, I just had a little bit of force on my fingers, and I poked you, my fingernails haven't been cut for a long time, I'm sorry."

The smile on the old woman's face was full of honesty and honesty, if the stinging pain on Mu Zhitao's palm was still there, she would probably be deceived by the old woman's expression.

The old woman's words were all about her own faults, and she couldn't continue to dwell on them, so she just pretended to be nothing and said it didn't matter.

She can only be regarded as being poisoned by mosquitoes.

The old woman saw that Mu Zhitao had suffered a loss, and the anger that had just risen in her heart also disappeared a little.

She felt that she would not be able to see her son today, so she had to give up, say a word to the intern and leave the office.

Looking at the figure of the old woman leaving, Mu Zhitao frowned and raised his hand that had just been stabbed in front of him, and when he looked closely, he didn't see anything.

She pressed her fingers against her sore spot, and not long after she got it, a large hand reached over and pulled her hand away.

Mu Zhitao looked to the side a little stunned, only to see Gu Jing holding her hand again, and Gu Jing's thumb was placed in her palm.

The place where the palm and thumb touched slowly generated heat, and Mu Zhitao only felt that his palm was being warmed.

It was then that she remembered that she was in the hospital office and that there was a doctor.

She blushed, withdrew her hand, and looked up to meet the intern's smiling eyes.

Mu Zhitao pretended to be calm and looked at the intern doctor, and after a pause to remember the reason why they came, she opened her mouth and asked, "May I ask who is Li Guixiang's attending doctor?" ”

The intern doctor saw that Mu Zhitao broke the ambiguous atmosphere, and he didn't continue to look at her with teasing eyes, he thought for a while and said, "Doctor Huang is out......"

The intern glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, calculated the time, and said, "I'll be back in ten minutes." ”

Mu Zhitao nodded and said, "Okay, got it, let's wait a minute." ”

Gu Jing, who was standing next to Mu Zhitao, suddenly stepped forward and said to the intern doctor with a solemn expression: "Do you have cotton swabs and alcohol here?" ”

The intern doctor was stunned by Gu Jing's sudden words, and when he saw Gu Jing's face, he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

As he spoke, he walked to the side of the office.

He Haoman took out spare cotton swabs and alcohol from the shelves in the office, and he walked to the desk with his things and put them down.

Gu Jing pressed Mu Zhitao, who was not clear about the situation, to the chair, he took apart the cotton swab and poured some from the disinfectant potion with a small cup.

Gu Jing wet the alcohol with a cotton swab, and squatted down in front of Mu Zhitao, he reached out and grabbed Mu Zhitao's hand, he raised his head and looked at Mu Zhitao's puzzled eyes, and said softly.

"Peach, open your hand."

Gu Jing's words and eyes seemed to have magical power, making Mu Zhitao open her palm, and she felt the coolness of the cotton swab stained with alcohol on her palm.

With the dot of the swab, she felt a subtle tingling sensation coming from the palm of her hand.

Mu Zhitao didn't know why Gu Jing did this, she asked with doubts in her heart, "Gu Jing, what are you doing?" ”

Gu Jing grabbed Mu Zhitao's hand that he wanted to withdraw, and he paused before saying, "You were pricked by a needle just now, and it is possible that you have used a needle to suck Du." ”

Suck du!?

This absolutely sensitive word appeared in Mu Zhitao and He Haoman's hearts at the same time.

He Haoman didn't expect that the somewhat arrogant old woman just now actually had a needle hidden in her body, and he said in surprise: "Is this true!?" ”

Gu Jing nodded, and confirmed with certainty: "It's true, there is some fine powder in the gaps of that woman's long nails, plus the pinholes that appeared on Zhitao's hand......"

The fox fairy's audio-visual and olfactory nerves are more developed than ordinary people, and just now the old woman thought that there was no flaw in her hand and used a needle to prick the peach of the wood but was seen by Gu Jing.

Because under the light in the office, the old woman's unhidden needle was reflected. (To be continued.) )