Just after Jiang Xiaoshuai had finished cleaning the clinic floor until it was spotless, a pair of unwelcome shoe prints appeared on the pristine surface.
He straightened up and coldly stared at Guo Chengyu—this was already the nth time Guo had come by to harass him. Ever since that day he’d accidentally followed him here and chatted for a bit, Guo had taken a strong interest in Jiang. He came almost every day, always pretending to be a patient just to get scolded, and seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.
“Dr. Jiang, I think I’ve come down with something serious.”
Jiang didn’t even glance at him. He picked up the mop and forcefully wiped away the donkey-hoof-shaped footprints Guo had left.
Guo’s upturned eyes tracked Jiang’s every move, bloodshot as if the veins would twist into ropes, binding up this handsome little doctor and throwing him in the car for a good round of teasing. The more he imagined it, the less he could control his hands—he suddenly wrapped his arm around Jiang Xiaoshuai’s waist and pressed his whole body against him.
“Dr. Jiang, what do you wash your white coat with? Why does it smell so good?”
Jiang’s expression turned stormy, his sharp brows furrowing tightly. He turned and punched Guo hard in the corner of the mouth. Guo didn’t even try to dodge, taking it leisurely, as if it were a reward. Then he stuck out his tongue and, in a vulgar motion, licked the spot Jiang had hit, eyes full of aggressive intent.
Jiang moved to hit him again, but Guo grabbed his wrist and held it tightly—he couldn’t move.
“If you agree to examine me, I’ll stop messing around,” Guo said.
Jiang coldly pulled away and sat down beside the exam desk.
“Where does it hurt?”
Guo replied in a low tone, “Last night when I took off my pants, I noticed one ball was bigger than the other—very noticeably. Do you think it’s a deformity, or is it my eyes playing tricks on me? Dr. Jiang, maybe I should take my pants off and let you check—see if my balls are actually the same size…”
He gave Jiang a look begging for a smack.
But Jiang didn’t get angry—he calmly raised two pills in front of him.
“Do these two look the same size to you?”
Guo Chengyu nodded.
Jiang Xiaoshuai delivered his diagnosis at once. “Your eyes are fine.”
“Then it must be my equipment that’s faulty,” Guo said, putting on a worried face. “Dr. Jiang, how about you give me an adjustment? Doesn’t that banner say your ‘miracle hands restore spring’? Well, I urgently need those miracle hands…” He made as if to pull Jiang’s hand toward his crotch. “…to restore my spring.”
“No need for that,” Jiang replied, yanking his hand back. “Just have them removed—problem solved for good.”
No sooner had he spoken than the door swung open and Wu Suowei walked in.