Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

Even a 1.8-meter strong man can't bear the pain of direct suture, let alone a slender and weak girl?

Qin Shu also turned pale.

Shen Mu glanced at her with a half-smile, and said, "You're not even afraid of blocking a knife, let alone a stitch. Don't worry, it won't hurt."

It doesn't hurt...what the hell.

Qin Shu pulled his lips, and suddenly felt that the old man had no good intentions.

She was still thinking just now that she had damaged the reputation of the National Hospital before, and as the dean, Shen Mu had no reason not to hate her.

But not only did he not ask her why she was here, he even got angry at the school doctor because of her.

Even if he wants to thank himself for blocking the knife for him just now, it is impossible to completely ignore the past.

After all, based on her investigations of Shen Mu in the past few days, apart from his eccentric temperament, this old man also has another characteristic - he is particularly vengeful.

Sew her up without anesthesia, thank goodness he can figure it out!It hurt her almost to death.

Although Qin Shu is more tolerant, it is not impossible to let her bear the pain under extreme circumstances without conditions.

But she knew that her abdominal wound was not fatal, so she would rather go to the affiliated hospital next door to get anesthesia and then stitches, rather than suffer the crime of direct stitches without anesthesia.

Qin Shu was about to shake his head and refuse, but saw Shen Mu take out a small cloth bag with gray background and black stripes from his pocket.

Opening the cloth bag, a set of fine and small gold needles was spread out on the table.

At the same time, the school doctor also handed over the medical kit, "Old Shen, all the suture tools are here..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the set of silver needles that Shen Mu took out, and was stunned, his face full of puzzlement.

Shouldn't stitches be used to sew wounds?Could it be that Mr. Shen wants to sew the wound with silver needles?

However, Qin Shu seemed to understand Shen Mu's intentions. At this moment, all the random thoughts in his mind disappeared.

She re-examined the director of the National Hospital.

This time, she might...really misunderstand the other party.

"Everyone who doesn't matter gets out."

With one sentence, Shen Mu "invited" all the people in the infirmary out.

He seldom treats people in private, and he doesn't like to have people present during the treatment.

"Little girl, do you know how to use the silver needle to relieve pain? I'll give you the needle, do you know where to stick it?"

With Shen Mu's faint words, a silver needle was stuffed into Qin Shu's hand.

She looked at the natural expression on the old man's face speechlessly, gritted her teeth to suppress the pain from the wound, and said, "I am a wounded person."

Even though she said so, she still lowered her head decisively and injected an injection on her Hegu acupoint.

Shen Mu saw her smooth and smooth movements, and said in an unclear manner: "You are young and capable, no wonder that guy Pan Zhongyu is not your opponent."

After speaking, he handed her another silver needle.

Qin Shu couldn't figure out what he meant, so he didn't speak.

After the second silver needle was inserted, the pain of the wound was replaced by the gradually spreading numbness, and she also breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Mu put on sterile gloves, took out a needle and thread, and helped her sew up the wound.

While sewing, he said quietly: "If you hadn't sacrificed your life to save me just now, I wouldn't have given you this silver needle to relieve the pain, you young people are arrogant and don't know how to keep a low profile, you should suffer more. "

Now Qin Shu could tell that he actually had a bit of resentment towards himself.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but said, "I don't think I did anything wrong with the vaccine."

Shen Mu raised his eyes and glanced at her, his eyes were very deep, without any emotion or anger.

After a while, he suddenly smiled, nodded and said, "That's not bad."

Qin Shu was stunned.

He actually recognized himself