Billionaire's Favorite: The President's Handy Little Sweet Wife

"I don't like to watch those things." The man said without thinking.

Qin Shu twitched the corners of her lips, a little helpless, "But if you keep looking at me like this, I will... well, a little distressed."

After finishing speaking, she specially emphasized, "I will feel uncomfortable."

The man thought for a while, and said disapprovingly, "You are busy with your work, don't worry about me."

"..."

Qin Shu simply turned around and faced him, "Okay, since you're bored now, I just registered your basic information."

"Your name, age, occupation, cause of injury... You must state these things clearly. The investigation here has been very strict recently. If we know that we have received a seriously injured man of unknown origin who was shot, I am afraid it will be difficult to explain. "

Qin Shu said in a businesslike tone with a solemn expression on his face.

Now, it was the man's turn to show a troubled look on his face.

Probably did not expect that Qin Shu would suddenly be serious.

The man had a headache, looked at Qin Shu apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't want to cause you trouble, but my identity... It's really inconvenient to reveal. I can only assure you that I am definitely not Bad guys, or any dark forces."

A flash of clarity flashed across Qin Shu's eyes.

Look at the man again.

On a young and resolute face, the facial features are profound, like heavy ink and color, especially the two thick black eyebrows, like the thickest strokes of an oil painter, in stark contrast to the bright pupils.

The loose hospital gown felt tight.

This man has a body of strong and strong muscles, which have been trained all the year round.Moreover, he still has many old wounds, including gunshot wounds.It shows that this man often walks on the edge of danger.

There was a keenness and discipline in his every move.

Qin Shu could feel this man's aura that was different from ordinary people, and probably guessed his occupation.

It's just that the other party doesn't want to reveal it, so she doesn't need to go into it, just wait until he is cured and let him leave quietly.

She has already told everyone about this matter.

"Then you always have to tell me a name, or what should I call you?" Qin Shu picked up the record book, pointed to the name column, and jokingly said, "I can't call you 183 all day long, can I?"

"183?" The man was startled.

Qin Shu gave a faint "hmm" and explained: "Oh, this is your height data, because you were unconscious when you were sent in, so I just registered a code name for you."

The man thought it was a little funny, and said, "Very good, just call me 183."

Qin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything, turned around and continued to record.

Fortunately, the man finally stopped staring at her, and the sound of him flipping the pages of the book came from behind him.

Qin Shu wrote down the records with peace of mind, and waited for the blood test data to arrive. Based on the data, she made adjustments to the treatment plan.

A week passed in a flash.

On this day, Qin Shu began to show signs of dizziness and fever.

She immediately took a set of blood samples and contacted the nurse for testing.

"I may be infected with the virus. Be careful with this blood sample and don't touch it directly." Qin Shu warned.

The nurse took it carefully, very worried: "Doctor Qin, why don't we arrange a separate ward for you?"

Qin Shu understood what the other party meant.

It's just that in this way, it's not worth bringing in two more people to take care of her and 183.

"I don't need it for the time being. I'll wait for the test results to come out. My symptoms are mild and I can hold on." Qin Shu said.

The nurse took a deep look at her, nodded and left with slightly red eyes.

Qin Shu turned around, and the 183-foot-tall man folded his hands on his chest, looking at her solemnly.