But when she saw that the label on the clothes had not been removed, she hesitated: "forget it. In fact, I can do it like this."

Shame on shame. It's not good to wear people's new clothes.

"It doesn't matter." Jin Shen looked at the label on the dress, "it's my thoughtlessness."

Then he took out the key chain from his pocket, opened the knife on it, and took off the label quickly.

Su Hanyan stares at the slender and dexterous hands. He can't help but praise them. They are really beautiful, especially when holding the knife. They have a kind of silent charm.

I can't imagine how he cut the patient's skin with a scalpel

When she was distracted, Jin Shen had already handed her clothes to her: "here, it's OK."

"Is that really good?" Su Hanyan asked.

"It's nothing."

"All right." In that case, she'll wear it.

Su Hanyan took off her dirty frock coat and wore a thin woolen sweater, which she bought for herself during the Chinese New Year.

It's a pity that she didn't have the most basic life skills from childhood to Dalian.

After wearing the sweater for a few days, she washed it with warm water, and the sweater did not give any face. Just like now, when she raised her hand slightly, the short sweater became vertical.

As a result, a smooth, white and slender little waist appeared. As soon as the wind blew, she had a cold war and quickly took the coat from Jin Shen's hand.

When she put on her clothes, she raised her hand, and her waist came out again.

Jin Shen's eyes fell on his waist. The light of his eyes darkened slightly. Then he turned away from his face and looked away. However, a sentence appeared in his mind for no reason, which could not be waved away for a long time: Yingying's grip is like boneless

Su Hanyan didn't know what Jin Shen thought. She felt very suitable after she put on her clothes, no matter how long or thin she was.

"Look, what's up?" She asked Jin Chen happily, "is it OK?"

"Good." He said with a smile, "can you go in now?"

"Well." Su Hanyan nodded and asked, "whose is this dress? The style is pretty good! "

Instead of answering, Jin Chen went forward and knocked on the teacher's door.

It was an old man who came out to open the door. He was still hale and hearty. His hair was gray and his eyes were smart. When he saw Jin Shen coming, he showed a kind smile.

"Is Shen Shen coming? I've been waiting for you for a long time, but I'm afraid you're trying to escape and don't want to translate things for me! "

Jin Chen replied respectfully: "how can it be? I specially invited a senior translator to you today, and I will certainly be able to translate the materials you are satisfied with!"

"Yes? That's great

"Let me introduce you. This is Su Hanyan, my senior translator!" Later, he introduced Mr. Fu to Su Hanyan, "this is Professor Fu from Jingcheng Medical University. Although he retired, he has been devoted to the research of difficult medical subjects."

"Hello, Professor Fu!" Su Hanyan bowed gracefully, "I'm Su Hanyan. I'm here to help you translate things."

Seeing her so young, Mr. Fu murmured in his heart. His eyes were not quite right: "excuse me, which university did you graduate from?"

"I graduated from technical secondary school."

"Can it work?" Master Fu looked at Jin Shen, "I'm very professional in medical information. I can't be careless in it! You know, it's a matter of life and death! "