The sleeping Xiang Yimo was awakened by a series of pleasant ringtones on her mobile phone. She answered the phone in a daze, and hysterical shouting immediately came from inside, "Ye Qiangwei, why didn't you come to dance last night? Do you know how much you asked for?"
The customers have been waiting in vain all night, how many wine glasses have been smashed, how serious the damage is, if you don’t come to dance today, the night will be torn down..."
Xiang Yimo rubbed his ears and put the phone away. He waited until the manager finished ranting and then answered him, "Manager, my leg is injured and I can't dance now."
"Injury is nothing! Even if you are half dead and still have your last breath, you still have to come here! Do you not want this month's salary, or do you not want to continue dancing in the night?"
Without this money, how could she pay for Su Yimin's medical expenses?
Xiang Yimo frowned and bit her lip, "Manager, I will go tonight." She quickly asked the nurse who took care of her to find Teng Yue. Although he looked carefree and unruly, his medical skills were indeed superb. He had only been there for a day.
Over time, her wound had become swollen and scabbed. Xiang Yimo believed that he should have a way to relieve the pain of the wound so that she could dance.
"Beauty, you just met and you start to miss me?" Teng Yue teased her frivolously as soon as he opened his mouth.
"The wound hurts."
"Impossible!" Teng Yue was very confident in his medical skills.
"It really hurts!" Xiang Yimo emphasized.
Teng Yue raised his eyebrows ambiguously and teased: "Did your battle last night be too intense? It's true, Han, you were injured, and you still worked so diligently on the bed."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xiang Yimo's face flushed with two blushes.
"Why are you so shy! If one day his quality fails, you tell him and I will secretly give him some medicine to ensure it is strong and long-lasting."
The more he talked, the more outrageous he became. Xiang Yimo immediately withdrew the topic and said, "I'm most afraid of pain. Is there any way you can make my legs not hurt at all?"
"It's very simple. Just take a shot of morphine and it'll be over."
"Wouldn't it become partial hemiplegia?"
Teng Yue rummaged through the medicine box and found an ointment, "This is usually a special painkiller for emergency use, but it only lasts for three hours. The neurons have antibodies to the medicine, so applying it again will be useless."
"Thank you!" Xiang Yimo got the ointment and dismissed him directly, "You can go!"
"I'll help you apply the ointment."
Xiang Yimo stopped him, "No, no, no, I can do it myself."
"Actually, I'm kidding you! If, if, your man finds out, he'll have to skin me!"
"Is it that exaggerated?"
"What's even more exaggerated than this is that when you were treating your wound, he put on your pants, cut a hole in them as big as the wound, and didn't allow me to touch other places!"
The medicine was only effective for three hours, so Xiang Yimo had to calculate the time, apply painkilling ointment, quickly change into a maid's uniform, sneak out sneakily, and then hail a taxi.