The man in the next bed seemed to be very angry. He coldly made a thick "hum" sound through his nostrils, and said in a rough voice: "As a doctor, you have to take care of children during working hours. You are very good at multitasking. Also, put a ring on your finger. Are you pretty or not?"
The corners of Luo Shaoyi's mouth raised slightly, and she cursed in her heart, "Brother, you should just be a quiet and beautiful man. You are not just messing around on the street to join in the fun, but you are also drunk."
Fu Manghan approached step by step, and the man in the next bed felt an invisible pressure inexplicably. Fu Manghan took out an extra-large thick-barrel needle from the medical shelf next to him, and the man in the next bed shivered.
A smile rippled on Luo Shaoyi's lips.
Fu Minghan pricked it, and the man in the next bed almost bit his lip with his teeth.
"Sorry, I didn't get it right." Fu Minghan politely said something that made the guy in the next bed shed a cold sweat.
Fu Minghan pricked it lightly again, and the man in the next bed pinched his palms in pain.
"Sorry, I didn't hit it right again."
The man in the next bed was so disrespectful that he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Little Shaomai stood aside, his big blue eyes rolling around, sucking his chubby fingers: "Sichuan... Ghost sticky!"