Chapter 186: As If an Old Friend Has Come 2

Why do I feel like I've seen this before?

As this doubt flashed through Su Mo's mind, the two people at the door had already walked toward her.

The man pushed the person beside him forward and said in an unperturbed tone: "He's injured; please help take a look."

Su Mo called for the person to sit to one side and asked, "What's your name?"

"He Yuan."

"How did you get injured?"

"I am……"

After the brief inquiry, Su Mo frowned, cut open the blood-stained half-sleeve on that person's body, put on gloves, and began examining the wound.

Indeed, as he said, it was a slash wound, though the wound is somewhat deep.

"I'll first clean your wound, then suture it. Over the next few days you'll need anti-inflammatory injections. If that's inconvenient, you can go to a nearby clinic."

"Then I……"

Before He Yuan could finish, the person beside him said: "It's fine; I'll come on time."

Su Mo glanced at him, then got up and said: "I'll get a tool."

She had just taken a step when she heard He Yuan mutter to the person beside him: "No, I don't know if she's capable… My arm can't afford a scar… Just now at the door, didn't you hear what she said to the previous patient? I feel like she's a bungler… Look at all these flowers in this room—what kind of doctor looks like this? I think she's just here to fish for compliments!"

That person glanced at him indifferently and said in a neutral tone: "Don't worry, I won't let you die."

"……"

Just as He Yuan was about to speak again, he saw Su Mo come out wearing a mask.

He glanced at the nameplate in front of Su Mo, forced an embarrassed smile, and said: "Su, Su Doctor, right? Please stitch me up nicely~"

"Don't speak." Su Mo glanced at him and deliberately said: "My skills aren't very good."

"Ah?!" He Yuan instinctively tried to get up and slip away, but little did he know that the Wen Shen beside him reached out and pressed him back down.

He turned his head to look at the Weng Shen beside him: "What do you mean? Is this quack doctor your ancestor? You're really screwing me over!"

The person beside him raised a hand and pointed to the banners hanging around.

"Skillful hands restore spring."

"Bringing the dead back to life."

"Medicine cures the disease."

……Many banners.

Wow, there are even many certifications from authoritative bigwigs, Succubus?

"It couldn't be fake, could it?"

After waiting a moment for He Yuan to lower his gaze, he saw the wound already half-stitched; Su Mo's technique was practiced, the stitches fine and even.

"This technique is actually pretty good."

After Su Mo finished treating He Yuan's wound, Xiao Jiu and Fu Ying also returned from outside.

Seeing the two unfamiliar faces in the room, the two weren't particularly surprised, after all, Su Mo's place sees too many people coming and going each day.

However, when their gaze swept over the standing man, they both froze a bit.

"What an outstanding succubus, from appearance to demeanor flawless."

Fu Ying, who often mingles among handsome men, couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

However, this kind of aloof, cold demeanor has never been her type.

Su Mo tidied up, turned to Xiao Jiu, and said: "Give He Yuan an IV."

Xiao Jiu nodded and went aside to prepare.

Su Mo disposed of the medical waste, turned to the standing figure, and said: "Come over to help him register and pay the fee."

Fu Ying hurriedly handed over a sheet of paper: "Write his name here, your name at the end, and your relationship."

The vigorous, powerful font was printed on the paper slip; when she reached the last column, Fu Ying couldn't help but glance again.

Xuan Qing, relationship to the patient: friend.

So his name is Xuan Qing?

He and his name match well—cool and aloof, not easy to approach.

"He still needs the IV for three days; the total cost is one thousand nine hundred sixty-two."

Xuan Qing handed over a card and read out a string of numbers.

After Fu Ying took the card and swiped it, she returned the invoice and card together,

In the adjoining lounge, He Yuan was already eating fruit; his easygoing nature meant he never wronged himself.

Seeing that Xiao Jiu was easy to talk to, he just coaxed the food to his mouth.

He Yuan shouted at the person standing outside: "That Xuan Qing, if you're busy, you can go first; I can manage on my own……"

"Not busy, I'll wait for you."

Having said that, he went straight to sit on the sofa in the outer room and even picked up a newspaper.

He Yuan's mouth could fit an egg from surprise; usually a person who's busy to the point of counting every second, how can he be so idle today?

After finishing with He Yuan's affairs, Su Mo went inside to lie down for a while.

Whenever she's not busy, she definitely takes a nap.

At the front counter, Xiao Jiu quietly asked Fu Ying: "Should I bring some more fruit to Xuan Qing?"

Fu Ying grabbed her hand that was about to lift the tray: "No way! We're here to treat illness, not host a tea party! Su Mo doesn't make money easily—can she withstand your wastefulness? Are you here to help or to ruin us?"

Xiao Jiu looked at her aggrievedly, forced a smile, and said: "Then how about just pouring a cup of water?"

Fu Ying waved her hand, indicating she should go quickly and come back quickly.

Xiao Jiu poured a cup of tea for Xuan Qing and handed it over, then couldn't help but glance at him again.

Tsk, what a huge face!

She returned to her seat and watched a show with Fu Ying; when Su Mo got up and walked over, they were watching a dating segment.

Xiao Jiu's eyes lit up, "Fu Ying, next time when you set Su Mo up on a date, just follow that standard on the sofa!"

Fu Ying's biting apple motion paused, then she shook her head: "What kind of look is that? At first glance, that type is hard to handle! Men, once they're over twenty-five, they're basically eighty; I see that Xuan Qing isn't even thirty, he's already twenty-seven or twenty-eight! Unsuitable!"

"Ah?" Xiao Jiu wondered, "I think the brothers-in-law are fine too; the eldest brother-in-law is already twenty-nine, right? Already in the state of eighty? Why not bring him over for Su Mo to take a look?"

"You!"

"Pfft!"

Fu Ying, fuming, was about to go beat that dead girl, but when she turned her head she saw Su Mo standing behind with arms crossed, watching them like a show.

Xiao Jiu hurriedly got up and hid behind her, "Save me!"

Su Mo raised her eyebrows: "Getting beaten is what you deserve; who told you to mess with the Yuan Yang Register?"

"I didn't mess with the Yuan Yang Register; I just had Fu Ying look for someone according to that standard."

Fu Ying pulled Su Mo to sit: "Today you must give me a clear standard! I'll turn this world upside down for you, and I'll also dig out a few discerning succubi!"

Su Mo raised her eyebrows: "Then... under twenty-five."

"Ah?!"

Fu Ying resentfully took a bite of the apple: "You really just want to eat sweet, you don't want to eat any bitterness..."

Su Mo raised her eyebrows: "Well, if there's sweet to eat, who would choose bitter? Didn't you just say under twenty-five means eighty?"

Xiao Jiu picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, chewed, chewed, and sighed: "Then it's over; your childhood friend has no chance at all."

Fu Ying shook her head: "He's just turned twenty-five this year, right? He's still usable!"

Su Mo helplessly glanced at them, picked up a tomato with one hand, and shoved it over.

On the sofa, the man's upright posture sank into a corner, his distinct knuckles flipping the newspaper, his calm, water-like eyes scanning the text.

Yet the warm, moist glint at the corner of his eye involuntarily followed that playful figure.