At first, Qin Hui thought Song Bingbing wouldn't enjoy such a dull topic, but as he spoke, he noticed her eyes were incredibly focused, as if she had discovered a new continent.
After all, Song Bingbing had only been exposed to high society since birth. She knew very little about the everyday affairs of common people that Qin Hui was discussing, and thus found it very interesting.
"By the way, Qin Hui, you've talked so much, why haven't you mentioned your childhood? You must have been quite mischievous as a child," Song Bingbing asked curiously, as Qin Hui’s stories were colorful and diverse, but strangely, there were no memories of his childhood.
Qin Hui heard this and smiled faintly, calmly saying, "Let's not talk about that. I was just like any other person when I was a child, nothing worth mentioning."
Qin Hui hadn't expected Song Bingbing to be interested in this.
Seeing that Qin Hui didn't want to discuss the topic, Song Bingbing didn't press further, as she could tell he didn't want to recall his childhood memories.
"Doctor Qin, I've brought everything you asked for."
Zhao Wuji brought all the herbs over.
Zhao Wuji had carefully examined these herbs. Although they had pain-relieving effects, it was impossible to completely heal Song Bingbing's facial burns with them.
Qin Hui didn't offer any further explanation. After checking the herbs, he began to prepare them.
Qin Hui's treatment method was very simple: a basic external application, combined with his Jiuyang Divine Needles to lock the blood flow on her face.
In a short while, Qin Hui had mashed the herbs. He also took out a pill from his small porcelain bottle and mashed it. Finally, the two mixtures were combined.
Zhao Wuji, watching this scene, became somewhat expectant. Clearly, this treatment method was teaching him another valuable lesson.
Ten minutes later, all the herbs had been mashed, emitting an unpleasant herbal scent.
"Bear with it. It will hurt a bit at first," Qin Hui reminded her after putting on gloves.
"Okay."
Song Bingbing was very obedient.
In the short time they had interacted, Song Bingbing's subconscious had already developed complete trust in Qin Hui. This was because Song Bingbing found that everything Qin Hui said seemed to open a door to her world.
"Watch closely."
After speaking, Qin Hui took out the silver needles in his hand and inserted them into the acupuncture points on Song Bingbing's face.
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. How could he miss such a clinical learning opportunity? If he weren't afraid of displeasing Qin Hui, he would have loved to record this treatment process on his phone.
Moments later, Qin Hui had inserted five silver needles into Song Bingbing's face, temporarily sealing the blood flow.
Seizing this brief moment, Qin Hui slowly applied the previously mashed herbs to Song Bingbing's face.
Song Bingbing had expected a stinging sensation, but instead felt a cool, comfortable coolness.
A few minutes later, half of Song Bingbing's face was covered with the herbs. To speed up the healing effect, Qin Hui also wrapped it with a bandage, which would allow the medicinal effects to be fully exerted by covering the face.
"Doctor Qin, how long will this treatment take?" Zhao Wuji couldn't help but ask.
"Until morning," Qin Hui replied calmly, removing his gloves.
"So fast?" Zhao Wuji looked shocked, then filled with anticipation.
Hmph, Zhao He, you argued with me before, didn't you? Just wait until tomorrow morning and see how I slap your face and make it swell!
"Doctor, is this really effective?" At this moment, Sister Hong walked in with a large bag of snacks. Seeing Song Bingbing with the bandage, she asked with some doubt.
"Sister Hong, I believe him. Don't worry. You can leave the things here. I want to rest," Song Bingbing said.
Upon hearing this, Sister Hong felt that something was amiss and gave Qin Hui a suspicious glance.
"Alright then, I won't disturb your rest. I have a lot of work to do at the company. Call me if you need anything." Sister Hong was an efficient person. After giving Song Bingbing a few instructions, she rushed back to the company.
Since the boss had spoken, she didn't need to worry about anything else.
"Miss Song, then rest well. If you need anything, just press the bell to call the nurse." Zhao Wuji knew that Song Bingbing needed rest the most at this moment. After saying this, he exited the room.
Seeing that both of them had left, Qin Hui didn't want to stay any longer. After all this busy work, it was already past eight in the evening, and he still had to rush back to the Traditional Chinese Medicine clinic.
"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." Qin Hui waved his hand.
"Wait a moment." Song Bingbing quickly called out to Qin Hui.
"Um, can you accompany me out for a walk? I'm bored to death staying here." Song Bingbing said somewhat shyly, as it was the first time she had ever asked someone for something like this.
Qin Hui was stunned; he hadn't expected Song Bingbing to make such a request.
"Okay, if you're willing to go out with me." Qin Hui was surprised that this girl trusted him so much. After all, she was a big star. Qin Hui knew that some celebrities were very protective of their reputation and rarely went out with strangers.
"If I can't even trust you, then I probably can't trust anyone else, right, Doctor Qin?" Song Bingbing's interest was piqued. Most importantly, Qin Hui had said her face would be better tomorrow, so her burden had greatly lessened.
"Ahem, no need to be so formal." Qin Hui felt a bit awkward.
"Let's go, take me out for a walk. This is my first time in Jiangnan Province," Song Bingbing said with anticipation. After speaking, she quickly tidied herself up, so that no one would recognize her when they went out.
Qin Hui nodded slightly. If an ordinary person could go out with such a beautiful celebrity, they would be overjoyed. However, Qin Hui remained very calm.
A short while later, the two left the hospital one after another, without attracting anyone's attention.
After leaving the hospital, Song Bingbing got into Qin Hui's car. During the ride, Song Bingbing, for the sake of future treatments, left Qin Hui's phone number.
"Tell me, where do you want to go? I'll take you," Qin Hui said seriously, gripping the steering wheel. Although Song Bingbing was very beautiful, had a great figure, and a sweet voice, Qin Hui always treated her as his patient. If it were Jiang Yanxi, Qin Hui would probably be full of flirtatious remarks.
"I heard from others that street barbecue is very delicious at this time of day. Why don't you take me to try it? Don't worry, I'll treat," Song Bingbing said generously, patting her ample chest.
"Alright, I must feast on you, you little rich girl, today." Qin Hui quickly averted his gaze from Song Bingbing's chest, fearing he might make a fool of himself.
Thus, Qin Hui started the car and sped through the night.
Actually, Qin Hui felt a bit constrained in his heart. Otherwise, he would be much more relaxed. Anyone would be nervous with such a beautiful celebrity by their side, wouldn't they?