"I...I haven't drawn blood."

But on the surface, she was panicked and she was still at a loss. The closer she got to A Tao, the more she shrank, she hurried. She dodged and did not dare to look directly, and she deliberately avoided the half of the body where he was holding the gun. "This is all done by the nurse... We don't draw blood normally."

This is a fact that suits A Tao's perception. He nodded calmly, obviously very satisfied with her awe. People like A Tao mainly live by devouring other people's fears. "Then you just want to be careful. Mom, be careful."

Hu Yue responded timidly, took off the disposable syringe, tied A Tao's pulse belt, pressed it back and forth on his hand, as if he could not find the blood vessel. A Tao snorted, but his other hand was still holding the gun steadily - not aiming at her, it was too close, and it was not convenient for her to move around, but aimed at Shi Ji who was lying down and suturing. After a while, he moved over and over to her, and the gun was moved around, as if it was fun.

Her eyes were fixed on what she was reading, maybe she was afraid that she would make something on the syringe. But everything was exposed. It was exposed to his eyes. This was a disposable blood collection needle just removed. The end was connected to the test tube, and the needle tube was empty. What courage did a little girl have to make trouble? The only thing she had to worry about was his arm - Hu Yue had tried to poke it a few times. To be honest, it was quite painful and could not produce blood.

"Sorry, sorry." She was a little panicked, and kept apologizing, and even more busy. She pulled out the needle to decompress the pulse belt, and almost got rid of the tray. She was busy for a long time, "Why don't you change your hand? This hand is not easy to find blood vessels."

Now it's blood drawn with the left hand. If you change your right hand, you should change the gun as well? Asao's eyes narrowed and he stared at Hu Yue suspiciously for a few seconds. He didn't see anything wrong, but he still felt a sense of discomfort: he couldn't walk at her rhythm anymore.

"No!" He was unreasonable and refused arrogantly, "Just this hand, can you, mom be able to do it? Do you want me to use this to teach you?"

‘This’ was of course something he waved in his hand. A Tao pushed the gun against her temple and pressed it for a second, appreciating her expression from shock to panic. He really liked this moment, which gave him a feeling of power in his grasp.

"Do you know?" He removed the weapon, "Give me honesty, mom."

The little girl's big eyes were filled with tears. She was actually quite cute, so she was not annoying when she cried. She sniffed twice, nodded and picked up the syringe. At the operating table, the male doctor paused the sewing, and the needle and thread touched the tray. A Tao looked over and happened to hit his worried and angry eyes.

The pulse band was tied tightly again, and a slight pain came from his arm. Asao glanced at it: It was still the same syringe, this time she really pierced it in. The red blood gushed out of the needle and flowed into the test tube, but the speed was not too fast. The female doctor muttered carefully, "There is not too much blood..."

His level was really bad. He thought, but he didn't pay attention to her anymore, but grinned at Shi Ji and waved his hand. Gun: Awesome, you are awesome, no matter how awesome you are, can you be awesome than this guy?

The little girl is very fashionable. She has been good for a while and hasn't finished her squeezing yet. He lowered her head to look at her arm-

Another common sense is that when you are anesthetized with high concentrations of anesthetics, there is no gradual coma process. You will not have the awareness of "Oh, I'm anesthetized". The coma will come very quickly and leave no reaction time for you, let alone shooting. A Tao is like a heavy sandbag. Suddenly he pounced forward and fell to the ground. □□ fell from his hand, slipping all the way, making a crisp impact sound. He didn't see the expression on Hu Yue's face.

Of course, Hu Yue didn't have a very relaxed expression - A Tao solved it, and there was another person smoking outside, and his shadow had froze. Then he walked here - she and Shi Ji looked at each other, and their eyes fell to the hand near the door at the same time. On the gun: Of course, there are many things that can kill people in the operating room, but they all need time to adjust. As for the scalpel, this is not a weapon that can be used to injure people. Unless Shi Ji has any secret flying knife skills, they must not be taken by the bald gun.

No time!

Hu Yue wanted to run to grab the gun first, but as soon as he set off, the door was pushed open vigorously, and the bald head broke in, with a cigarette butt in his mouth, "What are you doing!"

"Aren't you leaving?" Shi Ji's voice was taller than him. His figure suddenly seemed to have become very tall, attracting all his attention. "The two are dead. Do you want to be the third one?"

Dead?

Dead?!

The eyes of the three of them first fell on the operating table. When they saw Chu Jiang lying flat on his body, they turned to A Tao on the ground. He was even more lifeless, his chest and abdomen were not fluctuating, and he didn't even breathe at all. It might be a lie to say that Chu Jiang was dead, but no one would believe A Tao said that he was a living person. On his bald face, fear and anger rose at the same time, and he took a few steps back, "You, you two beasts in clothes!"

?Why did you suddenly speak? The idiom of beasts in clothes and clothes is used?

If it weren't for the tension that made people's scalp numb, Hu Yue would have wanted to laugh, but now she knows what she should do.

"Do you want to have an injection?" She bent down, pulled out the needle from A Tao's arm, pinched the needle and forced the remaining blood out, showing the most perverted smile that could be thought of - to be honest, she was thinking of Shi Ji. "There will be no pain."

In the operating room full of water smell, between the two corpses, a woman who had just pulled a bone out of a human body, with blood on her hands, asked you so calmly-

The bald man is indeed not very brave. Maybe he is very good at fighting, but in the end he is a little afraid that cannot be overcome by his muscles. He took a step back and took another step, and obviously he could not react: he went out to smoke a cigarette, and the two accomplices died, dead? Dead?

He was almost retreating to the door, and his eyes were suddenly fixed on a certain point, and all this came too quickly and could not resist the slightest reaction. The bald head rushed forward and grabbed the gun, and raised his mouth, "I'll fight with you!"

Hu Yue looked in the direction of the gun and mouth. To be honest, she didn't think of anything at this moment. At the critical moment, her instinct ran faster than reason, and she had only one reaction.

"don't want!"

Invisibly, she shouted, turned around and rushed towards Shi Ji, using her body to block him and the gun's mouth—

"I didn't make an appointment." The guest said, as expected - there were some publicity materials outside the clinic, and there were also many guests who didn't know the level of consumption to consult. This kind of work was rolled to any clinic sent to the front desk. Over time, the front desk also developed a habit and naturally tried to send such guests away. It was not that they all knew people from their clothes and clothes. However, after working in this industry for a long time, it was really obvious that rich people had a stable temperament, as obvious as infrared thermal imaging. Poverty, love and cough. In the clinic, the most difficult thing to hide is poverty.

"I'm sorry..." A little bit of excellence was added to her smile, and her tone began to rise. Before she finished speaking, the girl handed her a business card from her pocket, "This person asked me to come here to find him."

The light golden business card stirred a bright reflection under the light, almost blinding the eyes of the front desk. Her tone fell in an amazement, "So you are--"

Just one sentence, the atmosphere in the hall has changed. It was arrogance at first and then respectful at the end, but now it is really respectful. The guest of the wedding rushed over and helped Hu Yue sit down. "Mr. Luo has already given instructions. She is here immediately. Please wait. I will contact you now. What tea should Miss Hu use? We have Luoshen flower tea, coffee, and black tea..."

"Just give me water."

"Is lemonade okay?" The welcome asked with permission, and turned his eyes. Naturally, the tea aunt smiled and brought a cup of hot water. Then she turned it to Hu Yue with both hands. "You can use it slowly, do you want to put some snacks?"

"There's no need for snacks." Hu Yue was still looking around. She really didn't see enough - from internship to work, she has been in the public tertiary level, and has long been used to the smell of disinfectant in the hospital and the noisy and bustling crowds. The Sixteenth Hospital is already a rich hospital, and the 19th floor is even richer. But even so, the entire decoration, layout and location are still not comparable to the current clinic. You know, this is a medical beauty clinic that occupies a whole floor in the best office building in S City...

The fragrance of money is indeed uncoverable. The background of this clinic can be seen from the hall decoration alone - in fact, the decoration aesthetics of most private hospitals reveal their customer positioning. Don’t be surprised why many Putian-based hospital decorations are exaggerated and vulgar, and are an excellent endorsement of the rural palace style. This only reflects that there are indeed many rich people in China today. The decoration of J-Series plastic surgery has a full sense of design, just like the exterior wall design of Guomao, Taikoo Li, Guojin, and Iapm. You can see that it is the work of an entertaining designer at a glance. This aesthetic inadvertently brings their level. Hu Yue sat here, and it seems that he could feel the message that the clinic wants to convey: After all, since ancient times, beauty has been very expensive things, and only suitable for being possessed by strong economic strength.

The same is true. At ten o'clock in the morning, there were already several waiting guests in the hall. They all looked beautiful and naturally expensive. Hu Yue still had a low recognition of fashion brands. He just concluded from the temperament that the guests sitting here were less restless than those seeking beauty on the 19th floor, and had a little more stable and calmness. It was this kind of calmness that caused the temperament of the entire place to change drastically. I don't know how to express it, that is,

Rich, but not just wealth.

"Ah, it's Xiao Hu," a hidden sliding door that was originally integrated with the wall was opened in the corner of the hall. A woman walked out with a smile. She seemed to be prepared for Hu Yue's arrival and said kindly, "I finally hope for you."

"Mr. Luo."

Mr. Luo is very rich, but not just rich. His makeup, clothing, body shape and her smile form a gentle impression. This gentleness is like the moon mounted in the sky, with a little condescending that you dare not forget to be. After she brought Hu Yue into the door, "Daniel has not come yet. He has finished the rounds in your hospital. It will take twenty minutes to drive here - you can sit here first and fill in some information. When he comes, we will take you to the post - don't be restrained, you will be a family in the future."

She smiled and pressed Hu Yue to a desk and said, "tina, why don't you pour a cup of coffee for your boss's disciple? Take the job title by the way. - Soak that, Guixia, don't use ordinary capsules to fill in the numbers."

He pressed the inside phone again, "vivian, bring the cookies I brought yesterday, and a few chocolate pieces."

Her emphasis and kindness were beyond words, and Tina naturally made up her mind. She smiled and joked when she brought the coffee, "I'm such a beloved disciple. Even the boss can't eat your private cookies - I guess, the boss must often talk about her."

Shi Ji didn't come, and Hu Yue filled in the form slowly, so she was not embarrassed, but she was not happy to position the personnel relationships within the clinic. Mr. Luo was quite kind to her, but she was a doctor.

How to say it, some things can only be understood and not expressed in words. Hu Yue is more careful in front of her than usual. She simply pretends to be obedient and looks left and right, a little naive and a little uncertain, "But the director rarely talks about things here in the hospital, and has never mentioned many things to me... well... Master's wife?"

In the last two words, she spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being embarrassed if she said it wrong. In this way, even if she really said it wrong, the consequences would not be so serious. But Hu Yue estimated that she would not be wrong. After all, Mr. Luo was a bit obvious. Women knew the best about how women divided the territory.

Sure enough, Tina laughed when she heard this, and looked at Mr. Luo and said, "Oh, Miss Hu, I misunderstood. Mr. Luo is still single."
Chapter completed!