In the dilapidated office, the man's face was stern, he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the pair of long and narrow Danfeng eyes under the lenses contained an unapproachable coldness.

The lingering breath around him is incompatible with this old room, out of the dust and indifference, alienation and indifference, one can amaze the time at a glance.

His face was not photographed, but even just a figure made netizens in the live broadcast room shout and lick the screen.

Fu Shimo put the documents in his hand into the bookcase, walked to the desk, pulled out the pure wooden chair and sat down.

"Which one of you needs to see a doctor?" His eyes were cold and picturesque, and the worry in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

"Trouble the doctor."

Qin Chu stepped forward and pulled out the chair to sit in front of the desk, placing his injured hand on the desk.

There was a scar on the palm of his hand, which was horrible to see, and bright red blood was flowing.

"Wait a mininute."

Fu Shimo got up and walked to the side, picked up a medicine box, and took out the disinfection tools from it.

Take out a cotton swab stained with disinfectant, lower your head and wipe the palm of your hand to disinfect.

"Uh--"

After rubbing the disinfectant on the injured area, Qin Chu gritted his teeth and groaned unavoidably, his body tense and extremely nervous.

"Be patient."

Fu Shimo lowered his head and continued to wipe the potion.

The windows in the office were wide open, and the sunlight outside slipped in and sprinkled on him, weakening the alienation and apathy in him.

"..."

Yan Zhixu leaned against the wooden door, staring lazily at the man in front of him, a tiny light glittering in those cat eyes.

A man who works seriously exudes a mature charm, always extraordinarily attractive, hard to resist, and can't help but want to sink into it.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were also so fascinated that they almost ran away from home, dizzy, and their hearts were pounding.

[Camera brother, brother, can you move the camera a little bit? I want to see what this doctor's little brother looks like. please.jpg]

【What's your name, big brother? Call Dad, I'll call you Jing first, Dad, Dad, can you take care of your baby? Move the camera? I beg you.jpg]

[This group of women is really a dog... I know that people are judged by their appearance, and they call me little brother, what if the family is actually an uncle? 】

[The upstairs is thick, can you not make the scenery unpleasant? Just by the hands of this doctor's little brother, I dare to be sure that he must be a handsome guy. hands on hips.jpg]

[This cameraman is not sensible at all, but I feel that the variety show "Starting From Zero" has a lot to do with doctors, and you can meet doctors in the first and second episodes. 】

[It seems that the conditions are a bit difficult, and suddenly I feel that the angels in white are so great. Sigh.jpg]

...

Disinfect.

Fu Shimo applied medicine to his injured area, picked up the gauze and scissors, wrapped around Qin Chu's hands with smooth movements, tied them and picked up the scissors to cut off the excess.

"Usually be careful not to touch the water, and check again in a week."

After the exhortation, Fu Shimo sat on the office chair, took out a case sheet from the drawer, and took out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

Unscrew the lid and write down some prescriptions on the white paper.

"Take this and go downstairs to get the medicine. You can usually change the medicine yourself and apply it."

Yan Zhixu stood up, put away the lazy breath on his body, and walked over to pick up the prescription on the table and hold it in his hand.

Her lips twitched, "Thank you doctor."

"Need not."

Fu Shimo pushed the frame of the mirror and asked casually, "What about you, are you injured?"