After the indigenous heroine was reborn, she went crazy and reorganized the plot line

Chapter 142 Drawing

In the end, Rong Su chose to stay.

It wasn't because he was bribed by Xiao An's book of thirty years of medical experience, but because the reader suddenly issued a very small task for some reason.

She actually wanted him to accept the experience book. Although she didn't understand the purpose, as long as she accepted it, she could level up 1 level, so why not do it?

She told Xiao An to prepare the pork and long needles first, and then start teaching him.

After hearing this, Xiao An stroked his beard and left the clinic happily. He even happily hung a sign on the door saying "Closed for Rest".

Rong Su sat on the chair, holding a pen and trying hard to draw on the paper, but the images she drew looked like ghost paintings, so ugly that it was impossible to tell what they were.

Just when I was feeling distressed, a low and cold voice came from above my head, like cold snow with a hint of tenderness falling into my ears.

"What do you want to draw? I'll help you."

There was a slight itch in her ear. As soon as she finished speaking, a slender hand with distinct joints and white jade color reached out from the side and was lightly pressing on the table, just a few inches away from her hand.

Rong Su was naturally happy to have someone willing to help, and she quickly expressed her worries: "I need to draw some pictures. Pictures of my suturing techniques. This way, even after I leave, Doctor Xiao will be able to understand."

When Shen Peiqing's hand took over her hand to hold the pen, Rong Su stood up from her seat consciously, leaning slightly to look at his slender, jade-white fingers holding the pen and placing it on the white paper. The white paper was already white enough, but the whiteness of his hand seemed to be even whiter than the white paper.

Is his skin color so white? This was the first time Rong Su had such a thought.

"Then tell me the general idea and I will draw it." The cold and smooth voice sounded in my ears again.

She quickly withdrew her gaze from his jade-white fingers and told him everything she was thinking.

She had originally thought that what she had said might not be precise enough and that he might not understand, but to her surprise, he seemed to understand what exactly she wanted to draw.

In a moment, Shen Peiqing's hand began to draw on the white papers. The arc of each stroke was just right, neither too much nor too little, and the images he drew seemed lifelike, as if they were really perfectly presented on the paper.

His hands are so beautiful, and I didn't expect that the hands drawn by him can also be so beautiful. Rong Suwu sighed silently in his heart.

The techniques on the paper also matched the steps of some techniques she had just described, and he wrote them down word for word near the techniques.

This had to surprise her. She only said it once, but he remembered it. Such an amazing memory was really astonishing.

"Your painting skills can be called amazing." Staring at the sheets of paper with completed images placed on the table, each one was very exquisite. Compared with the previous drawings she had put aside, it was a sharp contrast between a child's painting and a master's painting.

In an instant, she felt ashamed and silently reached out her hand, intending to "destroy the body and get rid of this extremely shameful thing."

As soon as her hand touched the horrible painting, a jade-white hand pressed down the painting. She looked along the beautiful hand and met Shen Peiqing's eyes as deep as black ink. While she was astonished, he snatched the painting from her hand first.

Seeing the painting being snatched from her hand, and it was a very ugly and unsightly painting, her cheeks instantly became hot, and she quickly spread her hands to beg him for it: "Give it back to me quickly, I really can't bear to look at this painting, I have to tear it up."

The painting was in Shen Peiqing's hand. He looked at it and then glanced at her. His black eyes were as calm as a clear lake. He replied in a light voice, "I'll draw a bunch of paintings for you. As a reward, give me this one."

When Rong Su heard that he actually wanted this awful painting, she was surprised for a moment, but then she thought about it again and felt that exchanging a lousy painting for a bunch of his masterpieces was a good deal.

She had originally planned to owe him a favor, but now that he wanted to use that painting, which she couldn't even bear to look at, to offset it, she decided to let him take it.

"Okay, take it if you want. You said that you won't ask me for payment for drawing pictures in the future." Rong Su was afraid that Shen Peiqing would go back on his word, so he quickly went over and folded up all the paintings on the table that had dried ink and put them in order.

At this time, Xiao An was already carrying large and small bags, and two men who looked like servants were following behind him. Those two men were also carrying large and small bags. It was simply amazing.

He bought so many things in just one trip? It seemed like she only wanted him to buy pork.

Xiao An smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a line, and he directed the servants to put the things away. After the servants had put the things away, the yard was already full and there was almost no place to step.

"Doctor Xiao, I have already put these things away for you. If there is nothing else you need, we will go back first." A servant bowed slightly respectfully.

Xiao An waved his hand and said with a loud smile, "Okay, thank your shopkeeper on my behalf."

The servants bowed again and left the yard.

Looking at such a large pile of things, Rong Su asked curiously, "Doctor Xiao, you must be buying more than just pork, right?"

Xiao An had already walked to the table, poured a cup of tea, gulped down several mouthfuls, took a deep breath, and then answered Rong Su's doubts.

"Girl, what I'm buying is New Year's goods! Today is already the 28th day of the lunar year. In two days it will be the Spring Festival!"

I didn’t expect that it’s already the Spring Festival. Rong Su couldn’t help but feel that time was passing by too quickly.

Speaking of the Spring Festival, she remembered that Gu Yuer had previously said to her that she wanted to spend it with her. Now it seems that even if she rushes back now, it will be too late, and she also promised Xiao An to teach him how to sew.

Xiao An seemed to sense Rong Su's mood. He stroked his beard and said shamelessly, "This Spring Festival, I can only keep you and my little brother to accompany me to celebrate the festival. I have specially prepared a lot of things. It has been a long time since I have had such a lively time!"

This person made the decision on his own. Rong Su curled her lips, but she didn't want to refute it, because it didn't seem to matter where she celebrated the festival. For her, who was like a rootless duckweed, it didn't matter where she was.

She handed the organized drawings directly to Xiao An, and indicated them with her eyes: "There are diagrams of the techniques drawn on the drawings. You can think about them yourself first. If you don't understand, I will tell you. Put the pork aside for now. Once you have a general understanding of the techniques, you can practice it."

When Xiao An heard it was a diagram of suturing techniques, he immediately put down the cup in his hand, took it, and looked at it carefully with great interest. After reading it, he could not stop praising it: "The technique is first-class, and the painting skills are also excellent. It is impossible not to understand it. There is also a text explanation!"

When it comes to painting skills, Rong Su would definitely not take the credit for herself. She crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly towards Shen Peiqing, and said calmly, "He painted the picture. I was just talking about the technique."

Xiao An held the pictures in his hands, completely unable to let them go. He was even more excited, looking at Rong Su and Shen Peiqing with a look of admiration.

"Girl, you're a genius as a surgeon! And, Brother Shen, your painting skills are even more vivid than those of the best painter in Beizhou! It's a great honor for me to meet you!"

After receiving this praise, Xiao An sat down in the hall with the blueprint in his hand and began to study it, with no intention of talking to them anymore.

Seeing that Xiao An was already looking at himself, Rong Su didn't disturb him and turned to look at Shen Peiqing. It just so happened that Shen Peiqing was watching her out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw her looking at him, he naturally shifted his gaze away.

Was it an illusion? She seemed to see Shen Peiqing looking at her?

The thought flashed through her mind before she walked over, looked at him, and said, "Come back to your room. I need to change your bandage and check your wound."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, but after walking several steps, he didn't feel anyone following him. Rong Su was confused for a moment, and when she turned around, she saw Shen Peiqing still standing there motionless.

Not understanding, he asked again, "What's wrong?"

Shen Peiqing leaned sideways, and a faint blush could be seen from the side of his ear. His body seemed a little stiff, and he looked a little unnatural.

What's going on? Is this guy shy? There's no reason for that. It's not like she hasn't seen it before, more than once.

Rong Su couldn't stand seeing him being so coy and had no patience at all. She strode over and reached out to hold his hand. The moment he felt her hand, he obviously froze. That wrist, which was thicker and stronger than an iron pillar, seemed a little hot. If she hadn't pulled him into the room to see his injury, she would have wanted to throw him away.

Pulling him into the room, but just closing the door, Shen Peiqing seemed a little surprised, and his slightly cold voice became more lively: "Why close the door?"

Hearing this, Rong Su felt baffled. She looked at Shen Peiqing with strange eyes and asked, "Do you want to open the door and let people see your upper body? Do you have such a fetish? If you want to do this, I don't mind. After all, it's not me who is exposing my breasts."

After hearing what she said, Shen Peiqing realized that he had misunderstood. He felt embarrassed and his ears seemed to turn even redder.

"Actually, there's no need. The wound has healed a lot. I can change the bandage myself." Seeing Rong Su looking for bandages and medicine, Shen Peiqing stared at her slender back. For some reason, he recalled the warm scene last night. Suddenly, his cheeks seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

He quickly lowered his head, trying to cover up his embarrassment with his hair.

Rong Su, who had just found something, turned around and saw Shen Peiqing with his head down. He looked harder than a rock and seemed a little uncomfortable.

It felt a bit strange, but Rong Su didn't think much about it. She thought he was just being pretentious because Xiao An was outside.

Walking up to Shen Peiqing, Rong Su found a chair and sat down. Then, raising her eyes, she began to order with an expressionless face, "Take off your shirt."

After he said this, Shen Peiqing's body seemed to become even stiffer, his fists were bulging with veins, and his long, drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly. It seemed as if he was restraining and enduring something.

But in Rong Su's eyes, she felt that Shen Peiqing's attitude was a bit too much. She suddenly became impatient and started to grab his collar.

As soon as she put it on, a big, broad hand grabbed her hand in panic. It was so hot that Rong Su looked at him in surprise: "Are you hot?"

Shen Peiqing was afraid that her emotions would show, so she turned her face away. However, because her ears were hidden under her hair, no one could see that she was already blushing.

"A little. I can do it myself."

Rong Su didn't understand why Shen Peiqing looked a little strange. She thought that he might be feeling a little unnatural because there were strangers around. So she didn't insist and let him take off his shirt himself.

After his shirt was taken off, the hideous and long wound appeared before his eyes. Although it had shown signs of healing and was not as horrible as at the beginning, the wound was still visible and one could imagine how dangerous the situation was, how cruel the other party was, and how much pain he must have felt at that time.

She picked up the medicine, poured it on her fingertips, and then placed the medicine-soaked fingertips on his wound.

This touch made him tremble, and his breathing seemed to become heavier. Rong Su thought that she had hit him too hard, and looked at his slightly red face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He pursed his lips tightly, clenched his fists, and his messy hair covered his eyes. His emotions at the moment could not be seen, but one could hear him hum softly.

"Then I'll be gentler." Rong Su could only move more gently. After all, the wound looked really scary. Shen Peiqing didn't cry out in pain, so she thought he was amazing. If it were her, she might not be able to keep silent.

Shen Peiqing stared at her in front of him. The look on her face as she applied medicine for him seriously made him very excited. Her soft and boneless fingertips stroked his wound bit by bit. He felt no pain at all there, but instead felt a little itchy, which extended all the way to his heart.

He didn't dare to move, nor did he dare to look her in the eye, for fear that his hidden emotions would be vented recklessly at this moment. This was not what he wanted, because he had already given up, so how could he selfishly break the agreement with Gu Yun?

Thinking of this, he clenched his fists unconsciously, and his arms were stretched so tight that veins were exposed.

Rong Su saw it, and even felt that he was inexplicably shy from the beginning, and suddenly became a little cold?

What's going on? Didn't she slow down her movements? Why is she suddenly upset again?

I have no idea what's going on in the mind of this man in front of me. His thoughts change every moment, faster than turning the pages of a book.

After applying the ointment, he took the bandage and bandaged it carefully.

After doing all this, Rong Su felt that she had sweated a lot. Although it was still winter, she felt a little hot. It was probably because the stove in the room was burning brightly.

She went to pick up the bandages she had changed and was about to stand up when her hand was suddenly grabbed. She was slightly startled and turned around to see Shen Peiqing still with his head down, not looking at her, but his big, warm, jade-white hand was gently holding her fingers.

Not quite understanding his actions, Rong Su tilted her head and asked in confusion, "What else?"

He used his other hand to pick up a handkerchief beside him, then lightly held the two fingers that she had just applied medicine on, and gently wiped the traces of the remaining medicine powder on them with the handkerchief. He did not stop until the round and pink nails were clean.

"Clean it up."

There was not much fluctuation in his voice, but Rong Su was a little shocked. She quickly withdrew her hand and put it behind her back. She felt that the fingertips he was holding seemed to be getting a little hot.

As if something was attacking her heart, Rong Su hurriedly picked up the things and turned around, then quickly pushed the door open and walked out: "I'll go see if Doctor Xiao needs any explanation."

Shen Peiqing looked down at his hands, his eyes softened a little, and his lips lifted slightly.