Chapter 218 - 186: An Old Friend Comes 2

’Why does this feel so familiar?’

As the question flashed through Su Mo’s mind, the two people at the door were already walking toward her.

The man pushed the person beside him forward and said in an unruffled tone, "He’s injured. Please take a look."

Su Mo gestured for them to have a seat. "What’s his name?"

"He Yuan."

"How did it happen?"

"I was just..."

After a brief inquiry, Su Mo frowned, cut open the bloody sleeve of the man’s shirt, and put on gloves to inspect the wound.

It was indeed a knife wound, just as he’d said, but it was a bit deep.

"I’ll clean the wound first, then stitch it up. You’ll need anti-inflammatory shots for the next few days. If that’s inconvenient, you can go to a clinic near you."

"In that case, I’ll just..."

Before He Yuan could finish, the man beside him spoke up. "It’s convenient. We’ll be here on time."

Su Mo glanced up at him, then rose. "I’ll go get my tools."

She had barely taken a step when she heard He Yuan muttering to the man beside him, "Hey, is she really any good? I can’t have a scar on my arm... Didn’t you hear what she said to that other patient at the door just now? I feel like she’s just goofing off. And look at all these flowers in the room. What kind of doctor looks like her? I think she’s just here to fish for a rich husband!"

The man gave him a cool glance and said flatly, "Don’t worry. She won’t kill you."

"..."

Just as He Yuan was about to speak again, he saw Su Mo walk out wearing a surgical mask.

He glanced at the name tag on her chest and forced an awkward smile. "Doc-Doctor Su, right? Please make the stitches pretty, okay?"

"Don’t talk." Su Mo glanced up at him and said deliberately, "My skills aren’t that great."

"Huh?!" He Yuan instinctively tried to get up and bolt, but the jinx beside him reached out and pushed him back down.

He turned to look at the pain in his neck next to him. ’What’s your problem? Is this quack doctor your ancestor or something? Why are you screwing me over like this?!’

The man beside him raised a hand and pointed to the silk banners hanging on the walls.

"Miraculous Hands that Bring Back the Spring"

"Raising the Dead and Restoring Life"

"Sickness Cured upon Treatment"

...So many banners.

’Wow, there are even certifications from some powerful big-shot Enchanting Demons?’

’They can’t be fake, can they?’

By the time He Yuan looked down again, he saw that the wound was already half-stitched. Su Mo’s technique was practiced, the sutures fine and even.

’Her skills are actually pretty good, huh.’

After Su Mo finished treating He Yuan’s wound, Little Jiu and Fu Ying returned.

Seeing the two unfamiliar faces in the room didn’t surprise them. After all, so many people came and went from Su Mo’s clinic every day.

However, when their eyes swept over the standing man, both of them froze for a moment.

’What an outstanding Enchanting Demon. From his looks to his aura, he’s simply flawless.’

Even someone like Fu Ying, who was constantly surrounded by handsome men, couldn’t help but stare for a second.

Still, the cool and aloof type had never been her cup of tea.

Su Mo packed up her things and turned to Little Jiu. "Get He Yuan on an IV drip."

Little Jiu nodded and went to the side to prepare.

Su Mo disposed of the medical waste and turned to the standing figure. "You, come over here to register him and pay the bill."

Fu Ying quickly handed over a form. "Write his name here, then your name at the end, and your relationship to him."

Strong, forceful characters were written on the paper. As he filled in the last field, Fu Ying couldn’t help but take a closer look.

Xuan Qing. Relationship to patient: Friend.

’So his name is Xuan Qing?’

The man was just like his name—cool, aloof, and not very approachable.

"He’ll need the drip for three more days. The total cost is one thousand nine hundred and sixty-two."

Xuan Qing handed over a card and recited a string of numbers for the PIN.

After swiping the card, Fu Ying returned it along with the receipt.

In the lounge area on the other side, He Yuan was already eating fruit. With his talent for making himself at home, he would never let himself go hungry.

Seeing that Little Jiu was easygoing, he had already sweet-talked his way into some snacks.

He Yuan called out to the man in the main room, "Hey, Xuan Qing, if you’re busy, you can head back first. I’ll be fine on my own..."

"Not busy. I’ll wait for you."

With that, the man sat down on a sofa in the outer room and casually picked up a newspaper.

He Yuan’s jaw dropped wide enough to fit an egg. ’This guy, who’s usually so busy he counts every second, is this free today?’

After finishing with He Yuan, Su Mo went into the back to lie down for a while.

Whenever she wasn’t busy, she always took a noon nap.

At the front counter, Little Jiu whispered to Fu Ying, "Should I bring some fruit to that Xuan Qing guy?"

Fu Ying slapped a hand down on her wrist, stopping her from picking up the plate. "Don’t you dare! We’re here to treat patients, not host a tea party! It’s not easy for Su Mo to earn money. Can she afford you wasting it like this? Are you here to help or to bankrupt her?"

Little Jiu gave her a wronged look and forced a smile. "How about a glass of water, then?"

Fu Ying waved a hand, gesturing for her to go quickly and come right back.

Little Jiu poured a cup of tea, handed it to Xuan Qing, and couldn’t help stealing another glance at him.

’Tsk, what a magnificent face!’

She returned to her seat and watched a show with Fu Ying. When Su Mo got up and walked over, they were watching a matchmaking scene.

Little Nine’s eyes lit up. "Sister Ying, next time you set Su Mo up on a blind date, just use the guy on the sofa as the standard!"

Fu Ying paused mid-bite of her apple, then shook her head. "What kind of eye do you have? You can tell just by looking that his type is hard to handle! As for men, once they pass twenty-five, they’re basically eighty. I’d say that Xuan Qing, if he’s not thirty, is at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight! Not suitable!"

"Huh?" Little Jiu asked, confused. "But your husbands seem fine, don’t they? Isn’t your eldest brother-in-law already twenty-nine? Is he in his ’eighty-year-old’ phase already? Should we bring him over for Doctor Su to take a look?"

"You!"

"Pfft!"

Fu Ying was so mad she was about to smack the little brat, but when she turned, she saw Su Mo standing behind them with her arms crossed, watching them like it was a show.

Little Jiu quickly got up and hid behind her. "Save me!"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow. "You’d deserve it if she hit you. Who told you to play matchmaker so recklessly?"

"How am I being reckless? I just told Sister Ying to look for someone according to that standard."

Fu Ying pulled Su Mo down to sit. "Today, you have to give me a clear standard! I’ll turn this world upside down if I have to, but I’ll find you a few good-looking Enchanting Demons!"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow. "Alright then... under twenty-five."

"Huh?!"

Fu Ying took a vicious bite of her apple. "You really only want the sweet and none of the bitter, huh..."

Su Mo raised an eyebrow. "Mm, if I can have sweet, why would I choose bitter? Weren’t you the one who just said that once they’re past twenty-five, they’re basically eighty?"

Little Jiu picked up a piece of fruit, took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, and sighed. "Then it’s over. Doesn’t your childhood sweetheart have no chance at all?"

Fu Ying shook her head. "He’s exactly twenty-five this year, right? Still usable!"

Su Mo shot them a helpless look, picked up a cherry tomato, and stuffed it right into a mouth.

On the sofa, the man’s tall, straight figure was nestled in a corner. His well-defined fingers turned the newspaper’s pages as his water-calm eyes scanned the text.

But a gentle light in the corner of his eye couldn’t help but follow the figure who was laughing and joking around.