Chapter 401: Chapter 398: The Red Skirt
After the massage just now, the female patient seemed to understand the meaning of that phrase.
She decided to let Zhang Hao give her acupuncture treatment, this time without as much resistance as before.
Taking out the needles that had been prepared earlier, Zhang Hao found the right acupuncture points near the ankle and started with a few needles!
Watching those long needles penetrate her ankle, the woman suddenly felt a bit horrified.
"Mr. Zhang, can you chat with me? Otherwise, I’m scared."
"This is a hospital, what are you afraid of?"
"Have you ever seen someone who isn’t afraid of doctors? Do you think I’m not scared of doctors just because I’m grown up?"
Listening to what the woman said, Zhang Hao suddenly thought she was quite cute.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
"Let’s talk about you, is that okay?"
Zhang Hao was somewhat surprised and said with a smile, "What’s there to talk about me?"
"I just asked that young nurse, and he said you are not married yet, is that true?"
"Not married yet, but I already have someone I like. You don’t work for a dating site, do you?"
The woman waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I’m just curious. I’ve always wanted to find a doctor boyfriend, but my profession is nowhere close to the medical field."
"If Doctor Zhang you were single, would I have a chance then?"
Zhang Hao did not express his opinion on this.
Just then, Qin Miaoke came in, "Mr. Zhang, there’s a patient outside looking for you."
After coming out of the treatment room, Zhang Hao saw that the person who came was the same aunt who had previously come to him for her leg injury.
This time, it wasn’t just her coming for treatment.
There was a man and a woman with her, and judging by their looks, they were likely the aunt’s son and daughter.
"Doctor Zhang, my kids flew over from abroad overnight and said that the surgery can be done."
Orthopedic surgery could be a big deal or a minor one; Zhang Hao immediately contacted both the head of orthopedics and the head of surgery.
He asked both of them to come up with a surgical plan for the aunt, but as the head of traditional Chinese medicine, there really wasn’t much he could do to help.
The elderly lady left with the two heads, and then Zhang Hao had time to come back and check on the female patient.
The acupuncture treatment was almost over, and Zhang Hao cautiously removed the needles.
The moment the needles were removed, the woman quickly massaged her ankle to try to relieve some of the pain.
"You doctors really can’t prioritize. As soon as you hear someone is looking for you, you just leave me, your patient, to the side."
Zhang Hao looked at her and said, "How could there be no priorities? Anyway, you were having acupuncture, you couldn’t run away unless you had a moment of madness and pulled out the needles yourself."
The woman smiled without saying a word, "Do I need another massage?"
"No need now, can you get off by yourself?" Zhang Hao asked.
Hearing his question, the woman naturally shook her head.
"I can’t get down. Doctor Zhang, can you help me?"
Zhang Hao seemed to have already anticipated this, and helped her down from the examination bed without showing any annoyance.
The moment the woman’s foot touched the ground, she started exclaiming in pain.
Zhang Hao shook his head with a slight sense of helplessness and said, "If the sprain is this serious, you might as well be hospitalized, though I won’t have much time to look after you."
The woman quickly shook her head, "I don’t want to be hospitalized. What I hate most is the smell of disinfectant in hospitals."
"I have a crutch; let it replace my other leg for now. How often should I do acupuncture?"
Zhang Hao answered, "Just this once should be enough."
The woman put on her shoes and limped out of the treatment room. Just as she reached the door, she suddenly turned back to ask Zhang Hao,
"Mr. Zhang, do you think my feet are pretty?"
Zhang Hao was befuddled by this abrupt question.
His department wasn’t very large to begin with, and now countless ears were perking up, wanting to hear how he would answer.
"Your foot isn’t bad, if there’s a chance in the future, you could sign a body donation consent."
"By the time it’s sent to the medical university and made into a specimen, I believe there will be lots of students observing it."
That answer was somewhat macabre, angering the woman who stomped her foot, only to forget that it hadn’t healed from her injury.
"Mr. Zhang, your reply really took me by surprise."
To this, Zhang Hao indeed had an attitude of indifference.
"If there’s nothing else, you’d better go home and rest well."
The woman left leaning on her crutches, and the other two doctors gave Zhang Hao thumbs-ups.
"Mr. Zhang, that answer of yours really shocked me."
"I think that female patient just wanted you to compliment her, but the way you did it really left no room for anyone to live."
Zhang Hao seemed to still be oblivious to the problem.
"Didn’t I speak the truth? Her foot shape is indeed pretty, and I felt the bones, they developed very well."
At that time, He Qianhui arrived in this unfamiliar city, but she didn’t immediately go to find her business partners.
Instead, she chose to rest at the hotel first. Although the leaders said this time’s partners had good personalities and were straightforward,
they told her not to feel too much pressure.
But He Qianhui still felt uneasy.
Tossing and turning in bed, as soon as she closed her eyes, her mind would start to race.
Finally, exasperated, she got up from the bed and opened her suitcase.
While packing her clothes, she had intended to bring just two frequently worn outfits.
Now, looking at those two pieces, they seemed overly conservative.
Not enough to showcase her figure’s strengths, after several hesitations,
He Qianhui suddenly decided to take advantage of the remaining daylight and that the mall hadn’t closed yet, to buy a new set of clothes.
Shuffling through the mall alone, He Qianhui still wasn’t used to it.
After trying on several outfits without finding the right one, just as she was about to go back to the hotel, feeling dejected,
she suddenly saw a red dress in a display case, and quickly asked the clerk to bring the same model.
While trying it on, she felt this dress was quite nice.
Standing in front of the mirror, He Qianhui felt her choice was quite on point.
"How much for this set?"
"Madam, you have a really good eye. This set is the work of one of our famous designers, the current price is 13,999, but we can give you a 20% discount."
Such an expensive outfit, yet it’d only be worn for a day, He Qianhui suddenly felt it was somewhat extravagant.
But to ensure the success of this deal, she decided to consider it an investment.
"Okay. Wrap it up for me, please."
Having purchased a suitable outfit, she needed to buy other accessories as well; by the time she returned to the hotel, it was already past midnight.
He Qianhui prepared all the things she would need the next day before finally taking a shower.
The next morning at nine o’clock, He Qianhui was already fully prepared and arrived at the partner company’s building half an hour later.
Gazing at the towering office skyscraper, He Qianhui took a deep breath.
Her red attire added a splash of brightness to the scorching summer day.
While everyone else tried to wear light-colored clothing, she stood out like a blaze, drawing everyone’s attention.
In the elevator, He Qianhui stood in the very center. The others occasionally glanced at her.
As for these gazes, He Qianhui had long since grown accustomed to them.
