Su Shijie looked visibly uncomfortable. He...he, perhaps, wouldn't be feeling so embarrassed if he were with another male doctor.
Zhuo Junyi looked at his expression, hesitated for a moment, and drew a conclusion, "Su Shijie, you…you are perhaps afraid of injections? Don't worry, it won't hurt much."
"Of course not!" How could a big man like him fear a little prick?
However, isn't she a bit embarrassed, as a young woman?
"Are you shy by any chance?"
Zhuo Junyi widened her eyes, looking at him in disbelief.
She admitted that she was somewhat outrageous, she actually wanted to laugh.
But still, she did have some semblance of a moral conscience and understood that patients may have adverse reactions.
She held the syringe, sat down next to him, "It's nothing, as a doctor, patients are merely an array of organs from head to toe. You have a fever of 39 degrees, there's no avoiding an injection."
