northernbook Chapter 132 He was possessed by another body?
Chapter 132 He was possessed by another body?
There was an uproar in the conference room.
"Oh my god."
"Are you okay?"
"Is that a bug?"
Everyone stood up and gathered around Wen Zhixia.
Fu Ruoshi had already rushed over like lightning.
He grabbed Wen Zhixia's hand and gently wiped off the water stains for her. Then he kicked the horrible rove beetle aside and poured the water in her cup into the trash can.
"Please get some cotton swabs, soap, soda water, and 5% sodium bicarbonate solution," Fu Ruoshi stood up and said to everyone, "I'll take her to wash her hands now."
Wen Zhixia was still in shock just now, but when she saw Fu Ruoshi remain calm and skillfully recite a series of medicine names, she forgot the pain.
This is my professional knowledge, how does he know it all?
After all, he had read all her papers. Now, Mr. Fu was not an expert, but he had no problem being a family doctor.
However, before she could react, Fu Ruoshi pulled her up from her seat.
"Come with me."
"Wait..." Wen Zhixia was startled. Just as she was about to refuse, Fu Ruoshi's sharp gaze flashed across, "Wait for what? Paederus beetles are strong acids. We can't wait."
His tone brooked no refusal, but his eyes were filled with tension, without a trace of distracting thoughts.
Wen Zhixia was dragged all the way into the bathroom by him, and of course, she received countless envious onlookers.
After entering the bathroom, Fu Ruoshi turned on the faucet and put Wen Zhixia's hand under the cold water. His furrowed brows and rapid breathing showed his inner anxiety.
Although the rove beetle had been drowned in the boiling water, Wen Zhixia's hands were still burned red, and her vision was still blurry after being splashed with water.
"I'm sorry... just bear with it." Fu Ruoshi felt so distressed when he saw her tears in her eyes. He said softly, "If you can't, pinch me. Pinching others can relieve the pain."
Wen Zhixia's eyes were filled with tears. Actually, this little pain was nothing to her. She was just a little amused and felt that Fu Ruoshi's reaction was too extreme. Moreover, if he became a male nurse, he would probably be very popular because he could fully divert the patients' attention.
Fu Ruoshi took the soap, rubbed it into foam, and slowly rubbed Wen Zhixia's hands. His movements were steady and neat, yet extremely gentle.
Wen Zhixia felt less pain as he rubbed her gently.
She looked at him. He had a focused expression, his eyes fixed straight ahead. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still nervous.
"Is there any sodium bicarbonate?" Fu Ruoshi suddenly looked up.
Wen Zhixia's eyes met his and she hastily looked away, "Yes, yes, yes, I... I can do it myself."
Fu Ruoshi slowly let go of her, "Okay, then do it yourself..."
Wen Zhixia lowered her head towards the foam. Fu Ruoshi looked at her, his gaze lingering on her slightly pink cheek. He then reached out and carefully pushed the hair that fell by her ears behind her ears.
When the slightly cool fingertips brushed past her, Wen Zhixia tilted her head unnaturally, and her ears became noticeably redder.
......
Xiaoya came in with cotton swabs, gauze and sodium bicarbonate and saw this scene.
"Um?" Xiaoya knocked on the door. "Sister Zhixia, Mr. Fu? I've got the things."
Wen Zhixia saw Xiaoya as if she had seen a savior, "Don't go, help me apply the medicine."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Fu Ruoshi again and said, "Thank you for your help, Mr. Fu. Please go back to the meeting room. I'll be there soon. I'm sorry for delaying the meeting."
Fu Ruoshi nodded, and before leaving, he said to Xiaoya, "Thank you for your help."
Looking at his back, which he turned back every three steps, Xiaoya said with a smile, "Sister Zhixia, Mr. Fu really listens to you."
"Okay, stop imagining it," Wen Zhixia said, "Hurry up and apply some medicine. I have to get back to the meeting."
When he returned to the conference room, Fu Ruoshi was still recalling the feeling of touching Wen Zhixia's hand just now.
Her hands were small and soft, but her bones were very obvious and her veins were clearly visible.
In the past, he would touch her hands so carefully, basically in bed, but at those moments, he didn't have time to feel the veins in her palms. After his desires were satisfied, he fell into a sweet sleep.
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was knocked, and Wen Zhixia appeared again, interrupting Fu Ruoshi's melancholy.
"Sorry for taking up everyone's time, I've taken care of my hand now, let's get to the meeting."
Wen Zhixia pretended not to see Fu Ruoshi's expectant eyes and sat down at the door far away from him.
Next, the meeting discussed and evaluated the cost of treatment for patients currently in the Fuying Park Hospital, as well as several other burn patients who require multiple skin grafts.
Since Wen Zhixia was a resident doctor and had the deepest understanding of the patient's condition, she answered every question very carefully. Fu Ruoshi deliberately asked her questions at first in order to strike up a conversation with her. Later, seeing that she was answering too seriously, he was afraid that she would be tired, so he stopped asking her. However, he still kept stealing glances at her while being in a daze.
"According to the current situation," Fu Ruoshi thought for a while, then looked up and said, "I will personally contribute 10 million yuan to Fu Ying's injured employees, as well as Jiang Sheng, Li Qin, and Zhang Zhiming, the three patients who need multiple skin grafts."
The words shocked everyone, and everyone present, including Wen Zhixia, looked surprised.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu!" The foundation's director stood up and shook his hand excitedly. "Thank you also to the Fu family and Zhuorui for their strong support for our work!"
Director Wu also said, "Yes, Mr. Fu, they will definitely thank you." After that, she pulled Wen Zhixia over and said, "Xiao Wen and I would like to thank you on behalf of the hospital and the patients, right, Xiao Wen?"
"Ah, yes, yes." Wen Zhixia looked at the ground. "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for your support of our work."
Fu Ruoshi's eyes passed over her eyelashes, trying to catch her gaze but to no avail, so he extended his hand, "Happy cooperation."
Wen Zhixia had no choice but to reach out and shake hands reluctantly.
Fu Ruoshi wanted to see if her burned hand had healed, so he just held it gently. After feeling her resistance, he reluctantly let her go.
"Stay, everyone," he said goodbye, "we'll be in touch again."
When Fu Ruoshi left the hospital and just got into the car, he saw Xiaoya hurriedly chasing after him.
"Mr. Fu, are you looking for me?" She panted. "Sister Zhixia's hand is fine, there's no burn, don't worry."
Fu Ruoshi nodded at her and asked the question in his mind, "Who has Wen Zhixia had any trouble with recently?"
When he saw a rove beetle in the cup, his first reaction was that someone was playing a prank. Combined with the rumors about Wen Zhixia in the hospital and her feud with Mao Qianqian, he deduced that this was not a coincidence.
"Mr. Fu, you definitely didn't call me here just to listen to polite words," Xiaoya said. "I felt that when I went to the lounge this afternoon, Mao Qianqian was acting suspiciously. Her paper was recently retracted, and she had a big argument with Sister Zhixia, and even threatened to hit her!"
Fu Ruoshi listened calmly, his brows furrowed at first, then slowly relaxed.
"Got it. I'll treat you to coffee tomorrow," he said with a cheerful smile. "One of the cups is for Mao Xixi. Please give it to her for me."