He was not happy and sat on the handrail, still blocking the cold air from the balcony for me, looking at me with a cold look. He was simply the number one supervisor in the world.
I turned my head, rolled my eyes, bit my lip, and dared not speak out
The doctor looked at me with great sympathy and asked Yin Yijie with a funny look: "Mr. Yin, you won't let Miss Zhuang be your nanny, right?"
"Puchi" I don't know who was hilarious.
I pursed my lips, very confused, and I don't know where I look like a nanny.
When I was comfortable, I silently went over and closed the balcony window.
I don’t know which hotel or restaurant waiters are setting up meals in the restaurant. I feel that they are more familiar with each other than my “nanny”.
Two employees who looked very formal were checking around my house, and seemed to be checking for safety hazards.
I bit my lip and was even more happy. I just hoped that they were not thieves who came to check in and would cause me some trouble.
Suddenly I remembered that it seemed that the box that comfort and Song University carried were the dreamland that day. There were still many on the ground at that time. Could it be that they moved the mice here little by little a few days ago, and then, today they suddenly assembled them.
Get up, just to give me a surprise?
Then, is it not enough to have joy alone, and there is another surprise?
Yin Yijie had already taken off the towel from my head, gently wiped my hair, wiped it dry little by little, strands of it, occasionally wrapping around my fingers, and then slowly put it down.
I calmed down and let the nurse give me an injection, and the doctor continued to apply medicine to me.
I don't know that applying a few more layers of medicine can make the wound heal faster, but since it's Yin Yijie's intention, it's his good day, I should listen to him.
Everyone was in a cold situation, and they didn’t talk much when they felt comfortable; the young nurse was afraid of Yin Yijie.
In the end, the doctor spoke, looked at Yin Yijie and said contemptuously: "Mr. Yin, you won't let Miss Zhuang cook for you in full, right? Her hands can't be cold water within a month, can't do heavy work, can't be."
The nurse kept shaking her shoulders, pursing her lips, turning her head and smiling.
Fortunately, she has a good professional ethics and has never shaken the needle, otherwise I will be the one who suffers