Mulian began to think crookedly. How could she make Chen Yu bleed again? Working for him for nothing and getting nothing in return didn't suit her as a wealthy person. Suddenly, a dry, heavy cough from behind interrupted Mulian's imagination. This guy was so annoying. He didn't even know how to cough. He should avoid her. Wait, he'll infect her.

Mu Lian turned around with an angry look on her face, but when she saw Bai Yu, she suddenly couldn't speak.

Shizhu stopped what he was doing and looked at Mulian with deep eyes.

Bai Yu's ears were red, and he didn't dare look at Mu Lian. His body was stiff and his steps were mechanical, but he tried to act natural and said, "Junior Sister Mu Lian, she wants to get a manicure."

Uh~.

Mulian was stunned. Did she have to be so shocked today? She hadn't expected the Dean of Studies to actually help her solicit clients. As far as the Dean of Studies was concerned, studying medicine only allowed one to become a doctor; anything else was just a waste of time. She hadn't expected him to help her.

Mulian stood up quickly, immediately gave a professional smile, kicked Shizhu away with one leg, and quickly pulled the female patient to sit in Shizhu's seat.

Shizhu was caught off guard and was kicked down by Mulian. He couldn't help rubbing his butt and looked at Mulian with a complaining look.

Mulian didn't think twice and immediately took out all the manicure tools. She reached out and took the female patient's hand. The sight of these slender and beautiful hands immediately made her timid. This rose-shaped manicure could not be done without a year or two of practice. Compared with the manicures she could do, it was simply a small thing and she couldn't bear to look at it.

"Sister, what should I call you? You have such beautiful hands."

The beauty said slowly, "Zhang Li."

Mulian looked embarrassed, blaming her own poor craftsmanship for not being able to create such beautiful manicures. "Ms. Zhang, your manicure is so beautiful. How much did it cost?"

Zhang Li stretched out her hand, looked left and right, and was very satisfied. "It cost a thousand yuan."

When Mulian heard this number, her heart sank. No wonder the nails were so beautiful. It would take her several years of practice to reach this level.

Zhang Li pointed at Bai Yu, who was stealing glances at her. "My doctor told me that your hospital does manicures. I'd like to know how much they charge."

Mulian was a little reserved, feeling like Guan Yu showing off his sword in front of the gate. She stretched out her hand sheepishly, and swallowed her saliva, saying, "50 yuan."

Zhang Li was surprised. "So cheap."

Mulian licked her lips, and the more she licked, the drier her mouth and tongue felt. She suddenly realized that she had thought too simply at the beginning. She suddenly felt that the nail art business was so difficult. Where could she find someone who was good at nail art?

Zhang Li stretched out her hand, looking arrogant, "Do it for me."

Mulian was a little embarrassed, afraid that she would tear down such a beautiful manicure. She only knew how to paint colors but not patterns, and she was afraid that Zhang Li would ask her to pay for it.

Mulian said honestly, "My manicure is not as good-looking as this."

Zhang Li stretched out her hand, looking nonchalant. "Go ahead. I've never had a manicure done by a doctor before. It's really cheap."

With just one sentence, all of Mu Lian's eight meridians were opened up instantly.

She was truly foolish. She'd misjudged her initial target, selecting all women in the ward as her sales target, leading to this major mishap. Now that she thought about it, the only people who wanted manicures were pretty, adoring women. Furthermore, these people were willing to spend money on beauty, which suddenly made her feel like there was a huge market for them. Hospitals were full of mistresses, so if necessary, they could raise the price to 200 yuan per session. That would be even more popular than microwave ovens.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the office was so quiet that only the sound of typing on the keyboard could be heard.

Bai Yu sat opposite, his eyes had begun to blur, only his muscle reflexes remained as he quickly typed on the medical records, getting the discharge records.

Mulian sat opposite, racking her brains, thinking about how to organize her words while typing.

Shizhu sat next to him and began to sort the discharge records, doing the final cleanup work and preparing to go to bed.

Chen Yu was lying in the lounge playing with his mobile phone, watching videos and laughing from time to time.

Outside the nurses' station, Lin Xi looked anxious as she gazed at the pitch-black night outside. It was getting later and later, and seeing that Bai Yu had not made any move to go back, she became very anxious, fearing that Bai Yu would have to stay in the same house with that bitch, Mu Lian, tonight.

Lin Xi shyly poked her head out from behind the door and looked at Bai Yu infatuatedly, "Brother Yu, are you hungry? Do you want to have some midnight snack? It's my treat."

Mulian looked at Lin Xi with gossipy eyes. How could she be so persistent in asking Bai Yu whether he wanted to eat or whether he was hungry, such embarrassing topics?

Shizhu looked at the two of them while sorting his hands. It would be a waste not to eat some gossip.

"No, thank you."

Bai Yu shook his head, glanced at Lin Xi, then quickly retracted his gaze and quickly typed the medical records, trying to get everything ready for discharge before going to bed.

Lin Xi looked shy, "Brother Yu, are you not done yet? Why haven't you gone back to rest yet?"

Bai Yu looked distressed. He spent most of his time every day making ward rounds, and only had time to write medical records after get off work. This often led to him working overtime to write medical records, and he always seemed to be busy every day. "I guess I won't be able to go home tonight."

"Nurse, nurse? Where is she? The injection is finished and there's no one to answer the bell."

Lin Xi looked at the family members shouting in the corridor with an angry look on her face. She tried to act cute and amiable and said to Bai Yu, "Brother Yu, I have to go and get busy first."

Bai Yu nodded and quickly tapped the medical records.

As the night progressed, the cold continued to seep into the soles of my feet, forcing me to tighten my clothes and desperately want to find a coat. The later it got, the colder it got, especially around 2 or 3 in the morning. It felt like my entire body was radiating heat, and no matter how much I wrapped myself in clothes, my feet were freezing cold.

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