"Doctor Qiao's forehead wound hasn't been treated yet," Feng Yu pointed at Qiao Zhiyi's forehead.
Shi Jingzhou glanced at it, then stood up and walked to the door to make a phone call.
Feng Yu went over to treat the wound on Qiao Zhiyi's forehead.
As she was treating it, she listened to Shi Jingzhou talking on the phone.
The man's voice was deep and sexy, slightly cold, devoid of any emotion.
His back was straight, not hunched like some men nowadays.
Even his posture was mesmerizing.
Shi Jingzhou ended the call and came back, seeing that Feng Yu hadn't finished yet, he frowned, "Are you new here?"
Feng Yu nodded, "I just started today."
"You're too slow," Shi Jingzhou was getting impatient.
Feng Yu's movements hesitated as she was already applying a gauze to Qiao Zhiyi.
Her movements were slow, but she wasn't usually like this.