Mu Wange adjusted his mood and helped Gu Yanshen treat the wound again, always maintaining a high degree of vigilance to prevent himself from making any more jokes. After disinfecting, Mu Wange turned around to get gauze and medical tape.

Gu Yan took a deep look at the gauze held by singer Mu Wan, frowned again, and stood up directly.

"Mr. Gu."

When Mu Wange saw him moving, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to hold his shoulders and pushed him back to sit on the sofa. What do doctors fear most? Uncooperative patients. If the man in front of her is really her patient, then he is really the worst.

The one who doesn't cooperate.

"Let go."

Gu Yanshen's body was pushed back and he coldly threw out two words.

"Mr. Gu, I haven't bandaged it yet."

Mu Wange frowned when he looked at the uncooperative Gu Yanshen. Although the wound was not serious, it would have left scars if it had been accidentally infected. Looking at the handsome face of the man in front of him, any blemish on it seemed like a sin.

"Need not."

Gu Yan took a deep look at the gauze and tape she was still holding in her hand. The wound on her forehead was not deep at all. It just broke some skin. It would be enough to simply disinfect and treat it. With such a large piece of white gauze on her forehead, she just thought,

Gu Yanshen refused.

Mu Wange caught Gu Yanshen's disgusted look at her hand and asked with some uncertainty: "Mr. Gu? You don't want to use gauze?"

Gu Yan took a deep look at her and responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

Mu Wange couldn't help but take another look at Gu Yanshen when he heard the sound. He really didn't expect that he was like Gu Yanshen...

He didn't want to use it, and she couldn't force him. But she was studying medicine, so naturally she didn't want to use incorrect methods. She thought about it with her eyebrows raised, and suddenly an idea flashed, a smile bloomed on her face, and she said in a cheerful tone:

"Mr. Gu, I have an idea. Just wait."

As soon as the sound fell, she put down the gauze in her hand and turned to walk quickly upstairs. Soon, her figure appeared in front of him on the first floor again.

When Gu Yanshen saw what she was holding, he said with a cold face: "Do you dare to put that thing on my head?"

Singer Mu Wan had already torn up the bandage on his hand. When he heard Gu Yanshen's words, under his cold eyes, he didn't know which tendon he had put on the wrong one, so he went forward and put it on his forehead regardless of it. With a skillful technique,

He placed the target accurately, stepped back, looked at Gu Yanshen who was looking at him with a dark face, and before he reached out to pull it off, he said: "Mr. Gu, you are not ugly, really! Look at it!"

While she was talking, she took the mobile phone aside and showed him the black screen. Gu Yanshen looked at his reflection with cold eyes and listened to the woman chattering: "Keep the wound clean. The air pollution is serious now.

Wounds exposed to the air are prone to infection, and scars are even more unsightly. Mr. Gu, just bear with me for now, I promise you, if you get some sleep, you won’t need this when you get up tomorrow morning!"

Mu Wange didn't know which words made Gu Yanshen listen. Anyway, he finally agreed to her and didn't tear off the wound tape. Mu Wange couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She wants to treat every injured person seriously, whether serious or minor, so that every injured person who passes through her hands can receive the most appropriate care.

"Mrs. Gu, what did you keep calling me?"

Mu Wange was packing the medical box when he just closed the lid when he heard Gu Yanshen suddenly make a sound.
Chapter completed!