I will be the medicine king in the future

As soon as Feng Jin's words fell, Cheng Junhao in the audience was instantly stunned by the sweet shells, as if thousands of fireworks exploded in front of his eyes, and the whole world became colorful.

The host knows enough is enough, and ended today's interview with a smile: "Thank you, Dr. Feng, for answering my question. Let's bless Dr. Feng! Goodbye!"

The audience under the stage got up and left the seat one after another, only Cheng Junhao was still sitting there, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were looking straight at Feng Jin on the stage.Feng Jin also noticed Cheng Junhao's stupid appearance, and looked around with some embarrassment. Fortunately, no one noticed Cheng Junhao's embarrassing appearance. In front of so many people, he didn't have the nerve to say hello to Cheng Junhao , just winked at him as a signal, then turned and walked backstage.

When Cheng Junhao saw that the person had disappeared, he realized that he jumped onto the stage and chased after him. What did Feng Jin mean just now?He said he was not single, did he admit his identity?This realization made Cheng Junhao very excited. He felt as if his internal organs were being scratched by thousands of ants. He wished he could catch Feng Jin and ask him clearly.

When Cheng Junhao rushed to the backstage, he saw Feng Jin sitting on a chair, and the stylist was spraying water on his head, wanting to cut his hair. This stylist was really interesting, and he cut his hair if he said so.

Cheng Junhao walked to Feng Jin and sat down, his eyes were entangled with his in the mirror.Through the mirror, Feng Jin could feel the burning and desire in the other person's gaze, he blinked once, lowered his eyelids, his long eyelashes covered the emotion in his eyes.From the beginning to the end, Cheng Junhao didn't say a word, he just sat quietly with him and watched the stylist embroider on Feng Jin's head.

The stylist was very excited: "Doctor Feng, what hairstyle do you want?"

Feng Jin said: "Short is fine, if you keep it long, you will have to cut it again."

The stylist combed his hair with a comb, and looked around him again and again, reluctant to cut it. This hair is really not too long, so it's okay not to cut it. "Are you sure you want to cut it short?"

"Yes, cut it short, it's troublesome." Feng Jin said.

Seeing that the stylist had been wasting time, Cheng Junhao finally said, "Hurry up and cut it, he can handle any hairstyle." He was almost dying of anxiety, this guy is still dawdling.

The stylist laughed: "I know. I'm considering a haircut that I don't regret."

This is probably the funniest sentence Feng Jin and Cheng Junhao heard from the hair stylist, isn't the hair on the customer's head?Why should a hairstylist feel sorry?

The stylist finally made up his mind and began to move the scissors. His movements were as delicate as embroidery.Cheng Junhao waited anxiously, and regretted what he said, where you can't cut your hair, but now you are wasting time here, and finally couldn't help urging: "Can you hurry up? We still have something to do."

The stylist said, "I'll try my best. I'm afraid it might break the cut."

Cheng Junhao had no choice but to look at Feng Jin helplessly. He also saw helplessness in Feng Jin's eyes. The two looked at each other and smiled, and there was a tacit understanding of soul-to-heart connection in an instant, and Cheng Junhao felt that it was not so uncomfortable.He sat for a while, got up and went out. After a while, he brought two glasses of water, one with a straw inserted, and handed it to Feng Jin: "Drink some water."

Feng Jin happened to be a little thirsty, his hand was covered under the scarf, he shook the scarf and tried to reach out for the cup, Cheng Junhao said: "Just drink it like this, I'll take it." Feng Jin glanced at him, He leaned over and drank water with his hand.

The stylist smiled and said, "Doctor Feng, your boyfriend is really considerate."

As soon as he said this, Cheng Junhao's dissatisfaction with him disappeared in an instant, and for the sake of his discernment, he forgave him for dawdling.Feng Jin blinked in embarrassment, as if considering how to deny this fact, hesitated for a moment, and finally said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Cheng Junhao was immediately elated, and his mood was so light that he was about to fly into the sky. Today is really a beautiful day.

The stylist finally cut Feng Jin's hair. Not to mention, it's really slow work and meticulous work. Feng Jin's haircut is extraordinarily beautiful, and it's just right from any angle.The stylist himself was very satisfied, he took Feng Jin to take several photos together, and took a photo alone as a souvenir, and asked Feng Jin for advice, whether he could post it on his social account.

Feng Jin saw that he was so enthusiastic, and thought that he was not an amateur, so he nodded in agreement.

Cheng Junhao looked at Feng Jin's hairstyle with satisfaction, and asked, "Thank you for your hard work, how much is it?"

The stylist's eyes widened: "How can I ask for money! Today I am Dr. Feng's stylist, and this is my style. The TV station has already paid for it. You can go, thank you, Dr. Feng, for letting me pass It's an addiction, it's a waste of your time, goodbye!" The stylist said goodbye to them enthusiastically.

Feng Jin sincerely thanked: "Thank you!"

Cheng Junhao also heaved a sigh of relief, and could finally leave.At this time, another staff member came over and asked, "Mr. Gan invites you to have dinner together."

Cheng Junhao is going crazy, can he calm down, let him spend a while alone with Feng Jin: "Thank you Mr. Gan, we won't go eat, we have to go back."

The staff said: "The tables are all booked, and they are all waiting for you to go there together."

Feng Jin asked: "Who is there?"

As soon as the staff reported their names, besides Gan Yuanlang, the director and planner of "Legend of Traditional Chinese Medicine", as well as today's host and director, were all people who had helped him. Feng Jin said to Cheng Junhao: "Then Go ahead and say thank you to everyone."

Cheng Junhao felt that he was the eggplant that had been beaten by Shuang, and he was so wilted that he couldn't lift his head, so he said weakly: "Go, go."

Seeing him like this, Feng Jin couldn't help asking: "Are you feeling unwell? Let me show you." Then he reached out and grabbed Cheng Junhao's wrist, and gave him his pulse in a serious manner.

Cheng Junhao quickly withdrew his hand: "I'm fine."

Feng Jin clasped his wrist: "Don't move, your emotions are a little out of balance."