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

Shen Mu saw her reaction in his eyes, and raised a pair of gray eyebrows, "Don't you think that I will hold a grudge against you and retaliate against you because of the vaccine?"

Qin Shu's thoughts were seen through, and he was a little embarrassed.

Shen Mu snorted, and continued: "I've lived such a long time, and I can tell right from wrong, if you think I'm that kind of narrow-minded old man, then it's your fault, you brat. "

He said "little girl" on the left, and "little brat" on the other, as if he was training Qin Shu as a young child.

Although, regardless of their seniority or seniority, Qin Shu and him are indeed separated by a large distance.

Qin Shu still had a strange feeling when he thought that the two of them represented Chu's Heguo Hospital, and they were clearly incompatible positions.

She thought about it, and tentatively asked, "Do you and Vice President Pan have a bad relationship?"

It was fine if Qin Shu didn't say this, but as soon as he said it, Shen Mu's face suddenly changed.

There was a bit of displeasure on the originally expressionless face, and he glared at Qin Shu, "What's wrong? You came here to inquire about the internal affairs of our hospital?"

Seeing his reaction, Qin Shu knew that his guess was right.

It seems that Dean Shen and Pan Zhongyu are not in the same way, and he misunderstood before.

The vaccine incident was obviously created by Pan Zhongyu himself, and it was brought to the National Hospital to take the blame. It's not that Dean Shen doesn't hold grudges, but he knows that the culprit is Pan Zhongyu, and he will also blame him if he wants to settle the score.

Unlike the rumors, Dean Shen is quite understanding of justice.

Qin Shu couldn't help but change his view of Shen Mu, and looked at him with more kindness and respect.

I was too hasty to make a conclusion before, not all Chinese hospitals are deceitful people like Pan Zhongyu...

After the wound was stitched up, Shen Mu went to wash his hands.

Qin Shu raised his hand to remove the two silver needles on the acupuncture points.

She accidentally caught a glimpse of the tiny words engraved on the top of the silver needle, and was a little surprised.

The head of the small silver needle is engraved with the word "Shen".

Qin Shu subconsciously thought of the set of silver needles her grandma had passed on to her, engraved with grandma's surname "Qin".

She couldn't help smiling.

It seems that people who make needles like to leave a name on their silver needles as a mark.

"Dean Shen, thank you."

Qin Shu handed back the silver needle to Shen Mu, and thanked him sincerely.

Shen Mu gave her a strange look, "You were injured because you saved me, so I thank you if you want to thank me. Old man, I don't like to owe favors, and I don't rarely get such illusory verbal thanks."

He waved his hand with a very free and easy look, "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

The natural tone seemed to be sure that Qin Shu would ask him.

Qin Shu stared at Shen Mu's old but shrewd and wise eyes, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and suddenly had an illusion in his heart that he had seen through his intentions.

Facts have proved that it is not her illusion, this Shen Mu is a genius.

She was still thinking about how to speak, but he was the first to point it out and said: "Little girl, you came to me specifically for that Song Jinrong of the Chu family, right?"

He was of the same generation as Mrs. Chu, even a few years older, so it seemed natural to call him by his first name.