Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I am the patient’s father,” he said.
Jiang Jiusheng was speechless.
Shi Jin appeared composed. “You’ve maintained yourself well for your age.”
Xie Dang and Jiang Jiusheng were both quiet. This was the humor of a surgeon.
The atmosphere was uneasy; Xie Dang seemed to be on guard against Shi Jin.
At that moment, the phone started ringing. Jiang Jiusheng turned around to answer it, calling out, “Sister Jing!”
When Xie Dang heard this, his attractive face became cold.
The female voice on the other end of the line was speaking very rapidly, and she sounded furious.
Jiang Jiusheng had a good temper, so she replied in a calm tone, “Yes, he’s with me.”
The other party spoke a few more lines.
“All right,” said Jiang Jiusheng, and she hung up the phone.
Xie Dang looked impatient. “Why did she call you?” he asked.
The “Sister Jing” whom Jiang Jiusheng was referring to happened to be Xie Dang’s manager, Song Jing. She was in her forties, had an explosive temper and a loud voice, and was often nasty when she spoke. Xie Dang suspected that she was either going through menopause or fighting with her disobedient husband.
However, the aforementioned opinions belonged only to Xie Dang. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Jing had capability, finesse, and a wide social network, and she knew how to behave. She was a swift and decisive woman, and it was unfortunate that she’d ended up having to take charge of Xie Dang, the little prince. The rascal was harder to satisfy than the fickle princesses of lore. He had exceedingly expensive tastes—he only drank water imported from overseas, only wore branded and tailor-made clothes, was extremely picky with his food, and refused to eat onion, ginger, garlic, or seafood. The most insufferable thing was that Prince Xie was awfully vain; he treasured his curly hair and delicate hands so much that nobody was allowed to touch them.
Only his senior, Jiang Jiusheng, could cure him of his problematic characteristics. Therefore, Song Jing would call Jiang Jiusheng for assistance anytime she found herself at her wits’ end.
“She’s looking for you.” Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the time on her phone. “You still have a filming session, and there’s less than half an hour until it starts.”
Xie Dang was indifferent and displayed no intention to leave. “I’ll make it up to them.”
“It’s a live broadcast.”
Xie Dang snorted but still refused to go. The little prince was stubborn and had to be coaxed!
Jiang Jiusheng looked calm. She sounded neutral and casual while saying, “My assistants will be arriving shortly. Go back first. I’ll call you after they tend to my injuries.” Her voice carried the trace of a vaguely commanding tone.
Xie Dang was quite displeased. “I got it,” he replied angrily. “I don’t need you to chase me away!”
He snorted and glared at Shi Jin again before he was finally willing to leave.
Jiang Jiusheng laughed in spite of herself. She followed Shi Jin into an office that was more like a clinic. There were two medical instruments she couldn’t identify and a bed with a curtain around it. The wooden cabinet was filled to the brim with documents that had been stacked neatly, and beside the computer was a set of surgeon’s scalpels. It was precisely Shi Jin’s style—simple and orderly.
Shi Jin stepped forward to draw the curtain of the medical exam bed. He grabbed his coat that was hanging on a wooden hanger and placed it across the bed.
“Sit here,” he said.
Jiang Jiusheng did as she was told and thanked him.
Shi Jin smiled. He retrieved a cotton cloth, disinfectant, and medicine from the glass cabinet, then placed them on a tray and brought it to the bed. He put on his gloves and leaned over to take hold of Jiang Jiusheng’s lower jaw. Despite the gloves, his hands still felt cold. Jiang Jiusheng instinctively pulled away.
“Don’t move,” Shi Jin said in a low voice.
Jiang Jiusheng stopped moving.
He removed her mask and looked at the wound on her face. His eyebrows knitted before he lowered his head to dispense the appropriate medicine, using a pair of medical pliers to dip a cotton cloth in iodine before lifting his head again to look at Jiang Jiusheng.
“Lift your head higher,” he instructed.
Jiang Jiusheng tilted her jaw.
Shi Jin was leaning over slightly, very close to her. When he spoke, his cool breath fanned across her face. It carried a very familiar minty scent, which made her feel a bit frightened.
Shi Jin lifted his eyes, staring straight into hers. “How did you get this?”
Jiang Jiusheng was silent for a moment before she responded, “I fought with someone.”
Shi Jin froze. “Try not to resort to violence next time,” he said, his words restrained and careful. He then suggested, “You are a celebrity. It’s not good to get injured.”
Shi Jin was really a gentleman. Jiang Jiusheng nodded dazedly even though she didn’t intend to keep that promise. I’m sure that there are a lot of people like me who can’t resist Shi Jin when he speaks so tenderly.
He was so gentle with the soft cotton pad, dipping it in the disinfectant and lightly grazing the blood on her face.
“Will this leave a scar?” Jiang Jiusheng asked.
Shi Jin shook his head. “No.”
After cleaning the wound, he dipped a cotton swab in the ointment and applied it to her face in a circular motion. Jiang Jiusheng shrank slightly into herself.
Shi Jin halted. “Is it painful?”
It was more itchy than painful. Shi Jin’s movements were too gentle; it made the cotton swab feel like a feather tickling her. Jiang Jiusheng averted her gaze and said, “It’s fine.”
Shi Jin’s actions became even gentler. He leaned over slightly and blew at the wound on her face. The scent clinging to his body instantly infiltrated her nostrils. It was a faint odor of disinfectant that didn’t smell all that bad, combined with the fragrance of his shower gel, which was the same as hers.
Jiang Jiusheng found herself distracted again. Do all fans love what their idols love, like Shi Jin?
“Shengsheng.”
“Hm?” Jiang Jiusheng lifted her head and met Shi Jin’s gaze
He laughed, and said, “Don’t let your wound come into contact with water. I’ll change the dressing for you in two days.”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Jiang Jiusheng nodded with her eyes fixated on the ground. “Okay,” she replied, and after a moment, added, “Thank you.”
Shi Jin shook his head, then said very seriously, “No need to thank me. I’m your fanboy.”
Jiang Jiusheng was speechless.
After taking care of the wound on her face, Shi Jin brought her to the orthopedics department. There should have been a lot of people here for consultations at this hour, but there were only a few individuals outside the clinic room. She figured that Shi Jin had probably called ahead in consideration of her celebrity status. They didn’t run into anyone else other than doctors and nurses on the way, and even though Jiang Jiusheng wore her mask, some hospital employees still recognized her and politely approached her for an autograph. Shi Jin rejected all of them so courteously that they couldn’t even protest, and nobody dared to disturb them afterward.
The Dr. Sun whom Shi Jin had referred to earlier was a skinny man who looked to be in his early sixties. Dr. Sun was the chief physician of the orthopedics department and only came in for consultations once a week, but his scheduled day to do so was not today. Naturally, the only reason why he was here now was because of Dr. Shi’s request.
Shi Jin had a lot of prestige in this hospital. All the doctors from the various departments respected him to some extent, but all of them would do things for him. After all, they all had family members who might potentially need the help of this genius doctor in the future.
Dr. Sun had a nurse bring a cup of hot water after he was done with the examination. The young lady whom Dr. Shi had brought is tenacious, and she must have a high tolerance for pain, because she hasn’t uttered a single sound even though her arm is so swollen. On the other hand, Dr. Shi is the one who looks pale.
Naturally, Dr. Sun could infer that this young lady was someone important to him. “The bone is not fractured, just dislocated.”
Shi Jin’s frown eased slightly.
Dr. Sun explained in detail. “I’ll first reset her joint before bringing her to do an X-ray. If there is soft tissue damage, I’ll have to set her up with a plaster cast.”
Shi Jin nodded. “All right. Thank you, Dr. Sun.”
Dr. Sun shook his head with a smile. “It’ll be a bit painful. Bear with it,” he told the young lady beside Shi Jin.
Jiang Jiusheng nodded. She pursed her lips as her palms grew sweaty.
Suddenly, Shi Jin’s said, “Bite me if it hurts.”