In his past life, before working in such a large hospital, Mei Deng had a part time job in a massage and beauty spa.
Most people would say that his long and delicate fingers were weaving divorces and broken homes. Simply because any client he worked on would in some days time quarrel with their partner and break up. It at first just started as a rumour. But when the little wife of a big shot in the construction business had a fall out with her lover, the owner of the place was forced to fire his cash cow.
Even now, the young doctor was still creating havoc with his fingers.
"My hands are tired, it's almost morning I should get some sleep." He retracted his fingers from the man's neck and retreated to his stack of hay, yawning as he closed his eyes.
The general held his breath till he heard Yu Xiaoguang walk away from the bathtub. He glared at the dragon in between his legs, as though he wanted it gone for life.
