happy ex-wife

Chapter 712 The Painter with a Story ([-])

Shui Anluo pursed her lips, feeling that there was something else going on.

"Doctor Water."

Shui Anluo heard someone speak, and looked up, a nurse was helping a man with blood on his arm to come in.

"Surgical manpower is insufficient, sir, help me deal with it." The nurse said, helped the man in, and then went out directly.

"Hey, I said—"

Shui Anluo grabbed Qiao Yaruan, "Forget it."

Shui Anluo said, looking down at the patient who was brought in. The man was wearing a brown jacket, his hair was very long, below the shoulders, he looked unorthodox, but he was not young anymore, with a beard and eyes. His deep eyes could not conceal the richness of his life experience.

In his right hand, he was still carrying a painting bag. The painting bag looked very shabby, but he never put it down since he came in.

Think it was something important to him.

Shui Anluo watched Qiao Yaruan go out with anger to help her get something to treat the wound, and said in a low voice: "Don't be angry, just learn more, where interns aren't bullied like this?"

The man looked up at Shui Anluo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Shui Anluo looked down at the wound on his arm, as if it had been hit by something and then slashed by a dagger.

Shui Anluo frowned and watched, "Sir, you can put your things down first, it might be more comfortable."

"No, just bandage it up." The man said in a low voice.

Shui Anluo raised her head slightly, looking at this bearded man, his voice was very nice.

Shui Anluo didn't make things difficult for him, and first cleaned his wound with hydrogen peroxide, and then began to apply medicine.

The man didn't frown from the beginning to the end, as if the wound didn't feel anything to him.

After Shui Anluo wrapped the gauze on him, Qiao Yaruan had already prescribed anti-inflammatory medicine for her, and handed it to her directly when Shui Anluo looked up.

Shui Anluo smiled lowly, saying that she was useless every time, but she was the one who would help her every time.

It's a pity that the man didn't take the prescription form, and after a simple thank you, he left with his painting bag on his back.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a non-mainstream uncle." Qiao Yaruan pressed Shui Anluo's shoulder and said.

Shui Anluo put down the tools in her hand, and touched her chin slightly: "I think he has a lot of stories. That painting bag has been around for many years, right?"

"Looking at the style, it's been more than 30 years, and there are still people using it." Qiao Yaruan said with pursed lips.

Shui Anluo lowered her head and packed her things. In this world, there are too many people with stories.

Qiao Yaruan sat on the table and pressed on Shui Anluo's shoulder who was packing up: "Do you know how he was injured?"

"How do I know?" Shui Anluo finished packing her things, "Follow me to see the little fat man later."

"Protect his painting bag, didn't you notice just now, the painting bag has been torn, so his painting bag must have been given by someone very important to him."

"Sister, it's a shame that you don't become a criminal police officer." Shui Anluo laughed, shook off her hand and went to wash her own.

"Hey, do you have to trust my sister's observation?" Qiao Yaruan called out.

Luckily the bathroom was just to the side of her office, so she could hear it clearly.

"I believe it, but what does it have to do with us?" Shui Anluo said while washing his hands, "Rather than caring about how he was injured, I want to take care of the little fat man."

(End of this chapter)