Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Three times in a row.

Then he put away the instruments and took out a syringe and medicine from the cabinet next to him.

The potion is green and looks like fluorescent agent, which is a bit scary.

"I just feel a headache...that's all." Fu Minghui stared at the syringe and said quickly.

She has been afraid of injections since she was a child. When she caught a cold or had a fever, she would rather endure it than go to the hospital for an IV drip.

Luckily, her father is a Taoist priest who has studied the art of incantation. So her father helped her to drink more water to expel toxins from her body, and also let her drink talisman water...

She was able to grow up to be so healthy and energetic, and except for sealing her superpowers, she rarely went in and out of the hospital. Her father played a big role in this.

"You haven't slept well recently, and your blood pressure is a little too low." Zhuang Lao said as he drew the fluorescent agent, no, the liquid medicine into the syringe, "But don't be afraid, this kind of low blood pressure symptom is common among young women. Ensure nutrition and sleep, and you will be fine. Come, turn over."

Ah, you want an injection? Or an injection in the buttocks? Not an injection in the arm?

Fu Minghui was embarrassed for a moment, and wanted to sit up immediately. But when he saw that kind face, he didn't move at all, and just looked at Luo Zhao pitifully and for help.

"This is a mission." Luo Zhao said stiffly.

However, his body was more honest than orders and his reason. He walked over, gently held Fu Minghui's hand, and then gently pulled her to lie on her side.

His hands were big and warm, completely enveloping hers. His eyes were also locked on hers, and although he said nothing, his words seemed to translate into one sentence: Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Fu Minghui quickly grabbed Luo Zhao's hand, interlocking their fingers, and asked, "Can you close your eyes?"

Although the injection was in the upper hip bone, so it was impossible to expose her buttocks, it was still very embarrassing, right? Especially, the person she had a crush on was her...

Why is it that when she is with him, she either falls and hurts her butt or has to have injections in her butt?

Luo Zhao knew that she was afraid of embarrassment, so he cooperated and closed his eyes.

Looking at his long eyelashes forming shadows under his eyes, Fu Minghui told himself: Why not just count his eyelashes? By distracting himself, he wouldn't feel the horror of the injection, nor the shame of the action.

one two three four……

But his eyelashes are so thick, what should I do if I can’t count them?

I kept thinking about it and actually ignored the feeling of the needle. Until I felt a little bit of pain, as if the needle was not in the upper thigh, but a little closer to the lumbar spine. What was going on?

But before she could wonder, Mr. Zhuang said, "Okay, don't move. The clothes have been pulled up. Luo Zhao, come over and help."

Luo Zhao immediately stood up, let go of his hand, and moved behind Fu Minghui.

"Have you ever injured your coccyx?" asked Mr. Zhuang.

Fu Minghui should be.

"It's not a serious fall, but this place is awkward and prone to disease. I once had a patient who fell when he was a child. As an adult, he still felt pain when his posture was wrong. It was because he didn't take good care of himself." Old Zhuang continued, "Wait for me to adjust it for you. Your spine will hurt a little, just bear with it, it will be fine in a few seconds."

What could Fu Minghui do? He just agreed.

Sometimes she felt that when a patient came into the hands of a doctor, it was like a piece of meat on a chopping board. It wasn’t that the doctor was bad, but the feeling of being at the mercy of others was too strong…

Look at it brightly, she is at least human flesh now. When she was a child with Taoist Master Fu Bo, she was just a piece of pork, right?

She was once again lost in thought, and therefore did not notice the clothes being pulled up on her back, revealing her plump, white, smooth back, and the green fluorescent spot near her lumbar spine.

It looks like a small beetle and is still moving slowly.

Luo Zhao raised his eyebrows, then quickly frowned.

Old Zhuang pointed at the green dot, and when he saw Luo Zhao nodded with a serious look, he injected the second needle near the green dot, which was on Fu Minghui's spine.

"oops."

It did hurt a bit, and even though Fu Minghui was on guard, he still cried out softly.

"It will be fine soon." Mr. Zhuang comforted him and gently massaged the area around the medicine with his fingers.

Under the superficial layer of skin, there was immediately a little red mark, which spread out like red ink, barely covering the green spot and preventing it from moving.

Then he took out a thing that looked like a breast pump, quickly pricked the skin, and sucked out the green spot.

Fu Minghui felt even more pain, but she gritted her teeth and didn't cry out. However, her palms wrinkled the bed sheets on her body.

Although Mr. Zhuang is old, he is extremely quick.

He took a piece of cotton wool and asked Luo Zhao to press it lightly on the wound on Fu Minghui's spine. He then opened a nearby medicine cabinet, took out a small bottle, quickly placed the small green dots in it, and quickly tightened the bottle cap.

Luo Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had finished it in one go.

Seeing goose bumps all over Fu Minghui's back, he was afraid that she was cold, so he pulled her loose sweater down to cover the exposed part.

"Does it hurt?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It just... hurts a lot." Fu Minghui's eyes were filled with tears. "Mr. Zhuang lied. He said it hurt a little bit."

"Yes, it hurts a lot. You should cry soon. It's too late. The wound will heal later. Even if you report it as a work-related injury, your director will not pay any attention to it." Mr. Zhuang said jokingly.

At Mr. Zhuang's signal, Luo Zhao helped Fu Minghui up.

The latter jumped off the examination bed and moved around a few times. He indeed felt that apart from a slight pain that was almost untraceable, he didn't feel anything else, so he smiled a little embarrassedly.

She is in the 749th Bureau, doing the most dangerous job, but she is so pampered.

So outrageous!

"Okay, you go out and wait for me, I want to talk to Mr. Zhuang for a few words." Luo Zhao said.

Fu Minghui's eyes widened. "You gave me a physical examination and you still talked behind my back. Do I have a terminal illness?"

"You wish!" Old Zhuang snorted. "Want to retire early and enjoy the free cutting-edge medical care in the bureau? No way, it's not my turn yet. You are still alive. If you don't work hard for the bureau for 50 years, don't make any other plans. Your director wants to tell me something secret. Do you want to listen? The more you listen, the faster you die."

Before coming here, Fu Minghui had always thought that Director Zhuang of the Medical Department, known as Mr. Zhuang, must be a very old and god-like person, someone that people looked up to but could not reach. It was said that because of the regulations on administrative levels, Mr. Zhuang was the director, otherwise he would definitely be at the same level as the director.

Who would have thought that Mr. Zhuang was such an approachable person, and also had a sharp tongue.

Forget it, old kid, she is a promising newcomer in the flower-growing family, so don’t bother.

Moreover, since it concerns the secrets of the bureau, she is not qualified enough and should not listen to it.

So she obediently went outside to wait for Luo Zhao.

Inside the room, Luo Zhao and Zhuang Lao's expressions changed instantly.

Luo Zhao was angry and furious, while there was a hint of regret on Zhuang Lao's face.

Luo Zhao keenly understood the old man's mood and whispered, "Although there is physical evidence, the facts have not been clarified yet. You don't have to be sad yet."

"I think it's not easy to train a capable person. Alas, why bother." Mr. Zhuang sighed.

Everyone is welcome to guess.