Chapter 24 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“I am the patient’s father,” he said.

Jiang Jiusheng was speechless.

Shi Jin appeared composed. “You’ve maintained yourself well for your age.”

Xie Dang and Jiang Jiusheng were both quiet. This was the humor of a surgeon.

The atmosphere was uneasy; Xie Dang seemed to be on guard against Shi Jin.

At that moment, the phone started ringing. Jiang Jiusheng turned around to answer it, calling out, “Sister Jing!”

When Xie Dang heard this, his attractive face became cold.

The female voice on the other end of the line was speaking very rapidly, and she sounded furious.

Jiang Jiusheng had a good temper, so she replied in a calm tone, “Yes, he’s with me.”

The other party spoke a few more lines.

“All right,” said Jiang Jiusheng, and she hung up the phone.

Xie Dang looked impatient. “Why did she call you?” he asked.

The “Sister Jing” whom Jiang Jiusheng was referring to happened to be Xie Dang’s manager, Song Jing. She was in her forties, had an explosive temper and a loud voice, and was often nasty when she spoke. Xie Dang suspected that she was either going through menopause or fighting with her disobedient husband.

However, the aforementioned opinions belonged only to Xie Dang. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Jing had capability, finesse, and a wide social network, and she knew how to behave. She was a swift and decisive woman, and it was unfortunate that she’d ended up having to take charge of Xie Dang, the little prince. The rascal was harder to satisfy than the fickle princesses of lore. He had exceedingly expensive tastes—he only drank water imported from overseas, only wore branded and tailor-made clothes, was extremely picky with his food, and refused to eat onion, ginger, garlic, or seafood. The most insufferable thing was that Prince Xie was awfully vain; he treasured his curly hair and delicate hands so much that nobody was allowed to touch them.

Only his senior, Jiang Jiusheng, could cure him of his problematic characteristics. Therefore, Song Jing would call Jiang Jiusheng for assistance anytime she found herself at her wits’ end.

“She’s looking for you.” Jiang Jiusheng glanced at the time on her phone. “You still have a filming session, and there’s less than half an hour until it starts.”

Xie Dang was indifferent and displayed no intention to leave. “I’ll make it up to them.”

“It’s a live broadcast.”

Xie Dang snorted but still refused to go. The little prince was stubborn and had to be coaxed!

Jiang Jiusheng looked calm. She sounded neutral and casual while saying, “My assistants will be arriving shortly. Go back first. I’ll call you after they tend to my injuries.” Her voice carried the trace of a vaguely commanding tone.

Xie Dang was quite displeased. “I got it,” he replied angrily. “I don’t need you to chase me away!”

He snorted and glared at Shi Jin again before he was finally willing to leave.

Jiang Jiusheng laughed in spite of herself. She followed Shi Jin into an office that was more like a clinic. There were two medical instruments she couldn’t identify and a bed with a curtain around it. The wooden cabinet was filled to the brim with documents that had been stacked neatly, and beside the computer was a set of surgeon’s scalpels. It was precisely Shi Jin’s style—simple and orderly.

Shi Jin stepped forward to draw the curtain of the medical exam bed. He grabbed his coat that was hanging on a wooden hanger and placed it across the bed.

“Sit here,” he said.

Jiang Jiusheng did as she was told and thanked him.

Shi Jin smiled. He retrieved a cotton cloth, disinfectant, and medicine from the glass cabinet, then placed them on a tray and brought it to the bed. He put on his gloves and leaned over to take hold of Jiang Jiusheng’s lower jaw. Despite the gloves, his hands still felt cold. Jiang Jiusheng instinctively pulled away.

“Don’t move,” Shi Jin said in a low voice.

Jiang Jiusheng stopped moving.

He removed her mask and looked at the wound on her face. His eyebrows knitted before he lowered his head to dispense the appropriate medicine, using a pair of medical pliers to dip a cotton cloth in iodine before lifting his head again to look at Jiang Jiusheng.

“Lift your head higher,” he instructed.