"Fart, my mother is treating you here, I spent so much money to cure it, don't blame your doctor for rubbish, and I'm embarrassed to push it on my head."

"You bastards just want to cheat money, if my wife dies, you will be murderers."

The man was suddenly emotional, and while scolding at Shen Muzhi, he slammed his strength, frantically pulled out his hand, raised the iron basin and smashed it at him.

Seeing this scene, Han Jingjing behind her hurriedly stretched out her hand and quickly pushed Shen Muzhi away.

The iron basin fell, and with a "bang", the edge grazed Han Jingjing's shoulder, and she gasped in pain for a while.

"It's him, it's him, get me under control."

The little nurse next to her rushed up with a group of security guards, squeezed through the crowd, and quickly controlled the person.

"You let go of me, let go of me, bastards, you are a bunch of liars, quacks, garbage, you pay me back, I am cured......."

As the man's voice drifted farther and farther away, Han Jingjing reached out and gently stroked her shoulder, and the blood still kept dripping down her silhouette.

At this moment, she stood there, like a bloody person, particularly infiltrating.

After Shen Muzhi glanced at her, he frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and dragged her to the cleaning room of the hospital.

"Thank you just now." Han Jingjing tried to keep up with his steps, hung her head and whispered.

"You helped me too." Shen Muzhi's voice was still very indifferent.

Han Jingjing pursed her lips and didn't speak.

The hospital has a prepared washing room, which is fully equipped.

Shen Muzhi took the flush pipe next to her, asked her to stand next to the pool, turned on the switch, and poured it directly on her.

"I'll just do it myself." Han Jingjing paused, stepped forward, and wanted to take away the things in his hand.

"Stand there, don't move." Shen Muzhi avoided it with a cold face, and looked at her with a look full of disgust.

The moment Han Jingjing saw his expression, she bit her lip and clenched her fingers, but she was obedient after all.

Cold, cold water poured down from head to toe, drenching her whole body.

The white coat on his body was red and blurred, like a blooming peony flower.

The blood on the top of the head was washed away little by little, and the beautiful face was revealed little by little.

"You take your coat off." Shen Muzhi looked at the miserable white coat on her body, frowned, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

Han Jingjing's fingertips paused, and finally reached out and took off her white coat.

When she went to work in the morning, she wore a light blue shirt and simple jeans.

After taking off the coat, the shirt inside was already soaked.

But fortunately, the one on it was not stained with blood.

It's just that the whole shirt was all attached to her, standing in front of Shen Muzhi, making her hands and feet a little uncomfortable.

Shen Muzhi glanced at her somewhat cramped gaze, her eyes darkened, she pursed her lips, and said nothing.