I emptied my family's possessions to join the army, and my abstinent superior doted on me.

Chapter 44 Healers are neither male nor female
The car finally arrived at the newspaper office.

Qian Lai staggered out of the car, and Meng Tianyu came over cheerfully and asked, "Comrade Qiao, Teacher Xiaoran, did I drive well? Didn't I get you here safely?"

"Tianyu, you drove well, don't drive like that next time." Qian Lai felt nauseous again just thinking about the drifting sensation in the car.

Turning around, she saw Qiao Muting with his arms raised and his clothes disheveled.

"Dr. Qiao, let me take you to the infirmary to change your bandage. Otherwise, you..."

"Okay." In front of her, he was as obedient as a child.

In the clinic, a female doctor was knitting. Seeing someone enter, she slammed her knitting work down on the table with a displeased expression.

"Doctor, do you have any bandages here? He's dislocated his shoulder."

The female doctor looked them up and down: "Take this off first."

Qiao Muting tried to pick it with one hand, but he wasn't very agile. His right arm would ache and hurt if he raised it even slightly.

"Let me do it."

Qian Lai gently lifted his right arm to protect his head and straightened the tangled vest straps.

Qiao Muting looked up at the girl in front of him. She was extremely focused, as if she was afraid that her carelessness would cause him pain again.

He slightly raised his eyes, following his gaze, and all he could see was the girl's delicate, porcelain-white neck, and above that, her perfectly soft jawline.

Too sexy to look at directly.

He immediately closed his eyes slightly, but by sheer coincidence, he caught a glimpse of her ample bosom, which was now rising and falling slightly because of her nervousness.

Instantly, the throbbing motion aimed directly at his face made his throat unbearably dry, and his large hand gripped the armrest of the chair with unconscious force, revealing the pale blue veins on the back of his hand.

"Alright, finally taken down. Why did Captain Qi tie such a tight knot?"

Qian Lai couldn't help but laugh at the rough-looking man's work. Completely oblivious, he noticed that the person in the chair was so tense that their entire body was stiff.

"Here, put it on him." The female doctor shoved the new medical bandage into Qian Lai's hand and went back to her knitting.

"What do we do?!"

Qian Lai had never used a bandage from this era before, and she was worried that if she didn't handle it properly or put it in the wrong position, it would affect Qiao Muting's recovery.

The female doctor, quite impatient, put down her work again, muttering, "How can you not know? It's so simple. Let me do it!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she approached Qiao Muting, he sprang to his feet and took a large step back, causing the chair legs to scrape against the ground with a loud creaking sound.

"Look, your boyfriend is shy and won't let me touch him. You have to do it yourself."

"Yes, he's a germaphobe." Qian Lai only just remembered.

But just now in the car, when he was giving himself a massage...
The reaction shouldn't be this strong!

"I will do it myself."

Qiao Muting was fiercely competitive his whole life, but unfortunately, he was immediately proven wrong.

Wearing it on one hand with the left hand is not as good as Qian Lai, who is an amateur.

"Let me do it. You can give me some pointers."

Finally, with the female doctor's instructions, Qian Lai managed to secure the bandages.

At this moment, Qiao Muting had already undergone a tremendous test, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Their height difference is really easy for people to make mistakes!
Looking at the tank top I just took off, I knew it would be a lot of trouble to put it back on.

"Need to change clothes? There's a small changing room over there. But you'll have to help him; look how much pain he's in, his head is covered in sweat. It's a dislocated shoulder, it hurts so much."

The female doctor kept knitting and talking non-stop, appearing quite meticulous.

"I can do it myself."

Just now, he had such difficulty removing the bandages; now, taking off and putting on clothes will probably be even more difficult for him.

as predicted!

After fiddling around for a while, Qiao Muting still hadn't come out.

Qian Lai was a little worried: "Let me help you."

As soon as the door opened, Qiao Muting was seen struggling to pull down her sleeves, her bare shoulders partially exposed.

"I'll do it." For a normal person, pulling it off gently is a very simple thing.

But the difficulty lies in the fact that the space is too small! They can only stand face to face.

Qiao Muting's arms were too long, and the only space he could extend was behind him.

"Come on, let's switch places!"
In such a cramped space, they almost brushed past each other as they switched places.

The moment her impressive bust brushed against his strong back, Qiao Muting almost lost his nerve. Fortunately, his iron willpower held him up.

However, the next test is yet to come.

Taking off a shirt is difficult, but putting on a vest is even harder!
Qian Lai had to face him again.

Just as he turned around and before he could stand still, the girl stood on tiptoe, crumpled the vest in her hand, stretched out her arm, and put it over his head.

"You're too tall," Qian Lai said, her arms aching as she struggled to put the top on his head.

Qiao Muting immediately bent his knees, lowering his body as much as possible, and replied, "Is this alright?"

The girl smiled without saying a word, because when she looked down, she saw his amazing eight-pack abs!
"Do you military doctors also train every day?"

She had witnessed his skills firsthand. He was nothing like an ordinary doctor.

“When I was little, my dad took me to stay in a military camp for a while. He treated me like one of his soldiers. Later, it became a habit.”

At this moment, Qiao Muting's body was slightly sweaty, making him feel both aroused and excited.

Qian Lai glanced into his dark eyes and realized that the other man was also staring at her, which made her lose focus.

Having navigated the world of sex for many years, Sister Lai has also made the mistakes that most wealthy heiresses make.

No party queen, no male model Adam, had ever made her heart race like this.

Such beautiful biceps, they look like they could crush you in one go.

She let her thoughts wander, swallowing hard.

However, Qian Lai, who was well-informed and experienced, was able to remain calm and composed no matter how much his heart was burning with anger.
“Come on, give me your hand,” Qian Lai said, opening the right sleeve of his vest.

Qiao Muting raised his hand slowly.

She wanted to help him, and as she lifted him up slightly, she forgot about his feet and Qiao Muting's slightly bent knees.

She tripped over her thigh, lost her balance instantly, and fell straight into the man's arms.

Qiao Muting subconsciously placed his hand on the other person's slender waist, a surge of inexplicable excitement coursing through his blood, sweeping from head to toe throughout his body.

The girl looked up and met his gaze awkwardly, her long, fluttering eyelashes brushing against his heart like feathers. Her thin lips parted, but what she uttered was, "I'm sorry, I lost my balance."

Qiao Muting didn't hear him at all; he wished time would just stop.

Their chests were pressed tightly together, as if they could feel each other's heartbeats.

I don't know how she feels, but he's about to have a burst blood vessel.

For a fleeting moment, he even considered abandoning everything and simply kissing her.

However, the revolutionary spirit instilled over so many years cannot be discarded, and the iron will must be maintained.

He was also afraid that a moment of impulsiveness would frighten the girl and make her run away. You can tell from her innocent, dark eyes that she's just a little naive and doesn't really know what's going on.

Everything is due to the impurity of one's own thoughts.

Qiao Muting felt guilty.

Was it an instinctive impulse or genuine love? He himself wasn't sure.

After a few seconds of back-and-forth, he suppressed a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and feigned composure, saying, "It's alright."

This is a psychological battle; it's a contest of who can appear more composed.

"Doctors have no gender"—Qian Lai repeatedly told himself this.

He flicked his shirt, as if nothing had happened: "Come on, stand up, turn around, put on your shirt, and we'll be all done!"

However, he is currently unable to move.

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