He took the insulated box from her hand.
With slender and distinct fingers, he slowly opened the thermal box. It was still hot. As soon as he opened the lid, the aroma and hot steam hit him in the face.
Zhiyun is a good cook, and she taught herself how to cook. The food she cooks is delicious and tasty.
But she can only cook some home-cooked dishes. Large dishes and soups are more challenging for her and she is not good at them. Today I made fish-flavored shredded pork with bok choy for Han Qingrang. It is very simple.
Seeing him pick up the spoon to eat, Zhiyun asked, "Didn't you say you'd come back to get the medical records? Will the patient have to wait a long time?"
"No problem."
"Does it affect your work?"
"No problem."
"Can you look me in the eye?"
He raised his eyes and looked at her.
"Doctor Han, do you think I'm good-looking?" she asked, staring into his eyes.
Those pupils seemed to have stars in them, flowing brilliantly.
Zhiyun quite likes his eyes because many of his emotions are expressed in his eyes.
"Hmm." He just hummed lightly and looked away.
He held the spoon in his hand but didn't move for a long time. Zhiyun thought he was disgusted with it, mainly because she was used to pampering him, and maybe he was taking this opportunity to show some disgust.
"Isn't it fragrant?"
He said nothing, just stared at his hands.
Zhiyun also looked at his hand, "What's wrong with your hand?"
After a moment, he slowly said, his tone slightly aggrieved: "I had an operation yesterday afternoon. The bone of my hand was slightly injured by the bone hammer, but it's not serious and it won't affect me."
Zhiyun picked up his hand and examined it. "It's injured by the bone hammer. It should be very painful."
There are still many cases where doctors are injured by surgical instruments during surgery, such as scissors injuring themselves when suturing, and bone hammers can definitely be used improperly.
Han Qingrang pulled his hand back, "It doesn't hurt, it's fine."
The tone of his voice is always neither light nor heavy, neither hot nor cold.
Zhiyun took the thermos box from him and took the spoon from him, "I'm not in a hurry to leave, and you said you're not in a hurry either, so let me feed you."
When the spoon was brought to his mouth, he looked expressionless, but Zhiyun felt that he was smiling, with a smile in his eyes. But when she looked closely, there was nothing there.
"No need." He turned his face away.
Zhi Yunkong turned his face over and said, "Eat."
He opened his mouth obediently.
The whole office was quiet.
She concentrated on feeding him and he concentrated on eating. Neither of them spoke. He was very quiet while eating, without even making any sound while chewing.
Knock knock knock——
The knock on the door broke the atmosphere.
Then, Zhiyun saw the displeasure of being disturbed gradually forming in Han Qingrang's eyes.
The office door was not closed. After Yu Mo knocked on the door and came in, he saw this scene:
Mrs. Han feeds Dr. Han with her own hands!
That’s right! It’s feeding!
It seems like these two had a minor conflict a few days ago? He even gave Madam Han some advice back then, so... are they reconciled?
It seems so!
This shows that his advice was effective.
Yu Mo knew that he had disturbed the two of them by coming in rashly, so he brought in the medical record book and said, "Doctor Han, this is the medical record book of the patient in bed 46. You left it with me just now and forgot to take it away."
Zhiyun curled her eyelashes and asked Han Qingrang, "Did you forget to take it?"
He didn't respond.
Yu Mo put the medical record on the desk and smiled awkwardly: "You guys continue, I'm leaving first."
This time when Yu Mo left, he thoughtfully closed the door.
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