Chapter 16 [Doctor Chu, your hairpin seems to have caused me trouble.]
Zhou Ai's fingertips hovered over the WeChat business card sent by Cheng Yingzhi for a few seconds. The smile in his eyes because of the "meteorite" and the dachshund head portrait had not completely disappeared, but instead turned into a deeper interest with a clear purpose.
He didn't hesitate and clicked it decisively.
The screen jumps to the add friend interface.
The word "Meteorite" and his silly dog grazing on snacks came into view again. Below it was a simple input box, waiting for him to enter his verification information.
Zhou Ai tapped his fingertips on the virtual keyboard, typing out a line of words:
[Removing stitches, given by Cheng Yingzhi.]
Simple, direct, and clearly stating his purpose and origin, it was consistent with his usual style of not liking nonsense, and was also... businesslike enough to not seem overly deliberate.
But he stared at the line of words for two seconds, and his eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly.
Isn't the tone too harsh? It sounds like an order.
A subtle urge to do something passed through my mind.
He deleted that line.
His fingertips fell on the keyboard again, he thought for a moment, and typed again.
This time, he added a punctuation mark, and his tone seemed to soften in some indescribable way.
[Removing stitches, given by Cheng Yingzhi:)]
The little smiley face hanging at the end of the sentence is like a casual, friendly tail, instantly diluting the stiffness and purposefulness of the first half of the sentence.
Well, this looks much better.
Zhou Ai looked at the verification message with satisfaction, and then clicked the "Send" button without hesitation.
A prompt pops up indicating that the request has been sent.
Zhou Ai turned off the screen of his mobile phone, threw it casually on the cushioned chair next to him, leaned back into the sofa, and closed his eyes again.
The recording studio was still quiet, with only the low sound of equipment running.
But vaguely, the corners of his mouth seemed to rise a little more than before, forming an extremely subtle but real arc.
It's like waiting for the start of a game whose ending is known, but the process might be a little interesting.
He could even imagine the reaction of the serious Dr. Chu when he received this friend request - probably frowning slightly, and then, out of professional ethics and a favor to his brother, nodding "approved" with an expressionless face.
As for that smiley face...
Zhou Ai closed his eyes and let out an almost inaudible laugh from his throat.
While Chu Yi was cooking, the phone in his sweatshirt pocket vibrated. He opened WeChat and saw the red dot reminder of adding a friend at the bottom of the interface. He intuitively felt that it was a friend request from Zhou Ai.
Verification message: [Removal of stitches, given by Cheng Yingzhi:)]
Chu Yi raised his eyebrows and turned the screen to see that there was a smiling face at the end.
It's a bit of a contrast to Zhou Ai's cool silver hair.
Chu Yi clicked to agree to add the person and put the phone in his pocket without paying any more attention to it.
Only after Chu Yi had prepared the dishes and served them on the table did he take out his cell phone.
[Doctor Chu, the wound seems a little itchy.]
The message was followed by an emoticon package, which showed a furry puppy with its head tilted and an innocent look in its eyes.
Chu Yi's eyes flickered between the emoji and the doggie hairpin on the trending picture. His fingertips paused for a moment, and he replied in a businesslike manner:
Mild itching is normal during the wound healing period. Avoid scratching and keep the wound dry and clean. If redness, swelling, oozing, or pain worsens, please seek medical attention immediately.
Once the message is sent, the other party will reply almost instantly.
【oh. 】
[Then you'll still be the one to remove the stitches, right?]
Through the screen, Chu Yi seemed to be able to see the other person's eyes, which always had a bit of aggressive light, staring at the phone without blinking, waiting for his reply.
He remembered that day in the clinic, when this man refused to lie down because of his hairstyle, and in the end he had to wear a childish hairpin.
[According to hospital regulations, the registration system allocates appointments.] Chu Yi's reply was flawless.
This time, there was silence for several minutes. Just as Chu Yi thought the conversation was over and was about to turn off his phone and continue eating, a new message popped up.
A screenshot.
It was a screenshot of the trending search list, with the term #周眭小小的头发发卡# prominently listed.
Then another text message:
[Doctor Chu, your hairpin seems to have caused me some trouble.]
Chu Yi looked at the message and paused for a moment.
So, Zhou Ai knew the origin of this hairpin, and it was even possible that... she deliberately pinned it on her clothes before going out?
This thought flashed through his mind and was suppressed by Chu Yi.
He has no interest in speculating about the thoughts of top stars.
He typed a reply: "I'm sorry for the inconvenience this may have caused you. It was indeed my personal belonging, borrowed temporarily for the necessary circumstances. If this has a negative impact on your public image, I can provide a statement clarifying that this was an accident during a medical procedure."
This response was polite and distant, and completely took the responsibility on himself, which was in line with the standard procedure for a doctor to handle unexpected disputes.
Zhou Ai's reply completely deviated from his preset track.
Clarification?
"So, what's Dr. Chu going to say? Are you going to say you pinned it on my hair yourself?"
[And tell everyone that the two of us were in the emergency dressing room...?]
The sentence was unfinished, but the ellipsis at the end was full of dangerous, suggestive implications.
Chu Yi's fingers gripping the phone tightened slightly.
He could almost imagine the evil yet playful smile on Zhou Ai's lips when he sent this message.
So this person doesn't care about any trouble at all, and may even be happy to see it happen.
He took a deep breath and decided not to follow the other party's rhythm.
Mr. Zhou, if you think it's necessary, please contact the hospital's publicity department through your team. I'm just a doctor, and my job is to treat your wound. Regarding stitch removal, please make an appointment on time. If there are no other medical-related questions, I'm going to be busy.
This cold response finally quieted down the situation for a while.
Just when Chu Yi thought he was finally quiet, his phone vibrated again.
This time it was a voice message.
Chu Yi clicked on it, and Zhou Ai's voice, nicknamed "the human bass cannon" by her fans, came through the receiver, accompanied by a lazy smile that was enhanced by the electric current, as if whispering in his ear:
"Okay. Then on the day of the stitches removal... Doctor Chu, I'm waiting for you."
The voice message finished playing automatically, and the clinic returned to silence, with only the faint sound of traffic coming from outside the window.
Chu Yi put down his phone and looked back at the bowl in front of him, only to find that a piece of vegetable he had picked up had fallen to the edge of the bowl at some point.
He unconsciously raised his hand and touched his earlobe with his fingertips, where there seemed to still be a subtle vibration from the voice message.
On the mobile phone screen, the hot search term #周蜭小小的头发发卡# was still hanging glaringly.
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