Thinking of his work and some of the rumors about him, Su Qiao more or less understood why he was so worried about his hand. He was afraid he would never be able to hold a scalpel again.
"Don't worry. The bone and tendons are fine. You'll still be able to use a knife."
As she skillfully stitched his wound, Su Qiao teased him casually, "Shouldn't you perform even better when people are watching you at work? How did you end up cutting your own hand?"
For some reason, Du Muhan instinctively believed her. Perhaps it also had something to do with her skilled suturing technique.
He gradually calmed down. "Are you referring to the Social Facilitation Effect?"
The Social Facilitation Effect meant that when people were being watched, they would unconsciously work harder at whatever they were doing, trying to show their best and most capable side.
"Don't stare at me. That trick of yours won't work on me."
Without even looking up, Su Qiao wrapped his hand in gauze and secured it with tape. "If you weren't staring at me, how would you know I was staring at you?"
"Besides, do you think I have nothing better to do than study you?"
Just now, outside, who knew who had kept approaching her, alternately hot and cold.
Du Muhan raised his hand and looked at it before saying, "I hope so."
Su Qiao put her hands on her hips and glared at him irritably. "If you don't know how to talk, then keep your mouth shut. Say less. At least that way, you can fool outsiders for a while."
Su Qiao had wanted to say that to him for a long time.
That man's mouth was like a lit firecracker. The moment he opened it, he could make anyone