The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Chapter 133 Applying Medicine

When Ding Hong heard the noise and rushed over, An Yi was struggling to pick up the tissue to wipe the coffee spilled on the floor.

"Don't you feel any pain?!" Seeing the situation on An Yi's hand, Ding Hong immediately understood. He was shocked and angry and dragged the fool to the tap to cool it down. Then he yelled, "Are you burned anywhere else?"

what!It hurts!

It was like thousands of dense needles piercing into the skin, and it was not until the water splashed on the back of the hand that An Yi realized the piercing pain. He hurriedly stepped back to try to avoid it, but was surrounded by arms from behind, and his knuckles were held tightly by two big hands, making him unable to move.

"Bear with it! Blisters will form if you don't take care of it." Ding Hong had a furious look on his face, but when he looked down and saw the pale little face that was not sure whether it was due to pain or fear, his voice suddenly softened: "Continue to rinse and don't move. I'll get some ice for a cold compress." He then let go of her and walked away quickly.

An Yi was sweating coldly from the pain. She felt burned the moment the coffee splashed on her, but when a large amount of coffee from the cup fell, she only felt the skin on her hands getting hot and swollen, and the pain was replaced. Then she thought about cleaning up the mess first, not wanting to give her boss a reason to get angry at her.

Oh, what a tragedy! I was upset that I was not allowed to use these equipment before, but now I have the opportunity to show off my coffee making skills that I have learned painstakingly for many days, but I was defeated miserably, which made the boss believe that his previous judgment was wise and correct.

The tragic lesson of the disconnect between theoretical study and practical work.

She had thought about practicing it secretly a few times before, but she heard that the coffee beans were expensive and Aunt Wu sorted them out every day, so she gave up. If she had known this, she would have taken the risk and practiced it once.

The water suddenly stopped, a soft towel was wrapped around my hands, and then an ice pack was applied.

"Thank you, boss." An Yi didn't dare to look up and said thank you. Hearing the phone on the desk ringing continuously, he whispered: "Boss, please answer the phone first, I'm fine here!"

"Nothing? How old are you and you don't know the severity of the burn and don't know how to treat it? You're squatting there like a fool. No, you are a fool!"

Ding Hong scolded her loudly but held her hand gently. After An Yi sat tremblingly on the high chair next to the bar, he carefully checked whether the ice pack was placed properly and scolded her again: "Why do you have to pour her a glass of water instead of making coffee?"

"Boss, your phone is vibrating." An Yi reminded in a weaker voice.

"I know what it is. You don't need to say anything."

An Yi said nothing more. Seeing the boss gently lift a corner of the towel as if to identify the condition of the burn, he turned around, opened the cabinet door, took out the first aid kit and dug out a tube of ointment: "Thanks to this, apply ice for a while and then apply the medicine. Just stay here honestly!" After that, he walked towards the desk.

"I'm fine. The conference software suddenly went offline. I've said everything I need to say. I'll give you two hours to check everything carefully and sign for it one by one! If there's any more problems, we'll all disappear from the company!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone, opened the drawer and took out the cigarette box and lighter. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then glanced at the smoke detector above his head. He had no choice but to crush the cigarette in his palm and throw it on the floor, spinning the lighter gears again and again, listening to the "click-click" sound to vent his anger.

What else could I do? I was already pissed off by that bunch of idiots, and something went wrong with her. I didn't have time to think about it, so I closed the laptop screen and rushed over to check. I thought it was just coffee spilled, but when I looked closely, I found that her originally fair and delicate hands were burned and swollen!

The more Ding Hong thought about it, the angrier he became. He turned around and strode up to An Yi. The raging fire in his heart gradually filled his eyes with flames.

"Boss, is it almost done?" An Yi focused all his attention on his hands. He was really worried after being threatened by the boss. He was afraid that skin ulcers would affect his daily life. When he saw that the other party did not reply, he looked up and asked, "Can I apply the medicine now?" His attitude was as sincere as a primary school student asking his teacher for advice.

Ding Hong closed his eyes and avoided looking at An Yi. He knew how scary his eyes were when he was extremely angry.

Forget it, let's heal the wound first. He opened the lid of the ointment and motioned An Yi to reach out.

"I can do it myself, no need to trouble you."

As he spoke, he reached out to take it, but Ding Hong dodged it with his hand and said sarcastically, "You? Which hand do you use to apply it?"

An Yi raised her hands and bent her fingers: "I burned the back of my hands, my fingers are not affected." She deliberately only showed the palm of her hand, because the back of her hand... well, she didn't dare to look at it carefully. But she was very lucky that she didn't get burned or blistered.

"It's up to you. Don't waste time and apply it quickly." Ding Hong slapped the ointment on the table: "It's the most painful thing to not treat burns properly. No one can replace you!"

"Okay, boss. I'll go out and take my time..."

"That's enough!" Ding Hong shouted, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll take over. As the boss, it's my duty to lend a helping hand to the injured employees."

An Yi said no more, squeezed the ointment into the palm of her hand, and applied it carefully. From time to time, her fingers pulled the burned skin, and she bit her lips secretly to avoid any sound so as not to be discovered by the boss.

How could I not notice? I really want to be as stupid as you! Ding Hong had taken the documents on the bar and walked back to his desk to review them. He looked up from time to time to observe An Yi's situation. Seeing the fool applying the ointment clumsily and slowly, he felt exhausted and hated himself for being too soft-hearted. He gave in step by step, and others still thought he was a tyrant!

He calmed his mind, turned on the computer again and kept himself busy. He wanted to see how long it would take the woman to administer the medicine.

Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, he heard someone's footsteps as soft as a cat, and he looked up before the other person spoke. An Yi saw the boss looking at him and reported quickly: "Boss, I have applied the ointment, look!" He raised his hands and Ding Hong was about to take a closer look, but the hands had already flashed and hidden behind him.

An Yi forced a smile and continued, "The ointment feels cool and comfortable when applied. I will continue to use it. Oh, I will buy another tube and put it back. Thank you, boss!" He then looked at the pile of documents on the desk and said, "Have you signed and approved it? If there is no problem, I will take it away."

Ding Hong said nothing, quietly watching the other party's wonderful monologue. He was waiting, waiting for something that the other party was about to do... When An Yi hesitated for a moment and finally reached out to take the document, Ding Hong grabbed the other party's arm like an eagle seeking food, and warned him: "Don't struggle, otherwise it will hurt you!"

As expected, An Yi froze in her attempt to escape. She knew what her boss said was right. It would be very painful. She was unwilling to surrender, but before she could come up with a plan, her boss's contemptuous words came.

"Is this what you call 'applied'? Are you sure it's effective?" Ding Hong examined the burned area that was unevenly covered with white ointment. The white and red combined with his skin tone made it look like an abstract oil painting.

"The ointment is being absorbed, so it's a bit...ugly." An Yi had already thought of an excuse before coming, and he had long expected that his perfectionist and mysophobic boss would not let him get away with it easily.

"An Yi." Ding Hong's voice was deliberately low and slow, full of oppression. An Yi frowned slightly, bit her lip and tried to suppress her impatience, and turned her head slightly to show her resistance.

The words he was about to scold her were stuck in his throat by her expression, and he unconsciously increased the strength in his hands.

An Yi gasped and cried out in pain, "It hurts!"

Ding Hong immediately let go, feeling regretful in his heart but saying stubbornly: "Since you don't cooperate with the treatment, just go to the hospital and let them handle it for you!" Then he closed the computer and picked up the briefcase.

"No, no!" An Yi quickly ran to the boss and opened his arms to stop him: "Chi Qi is also here to work overtime, I can ask her to help me apply the medicine again."

"Chi Qi?" Ding Hong thought and did not reply immediately.

"Chi Qi from the Planning Department!" An Yi reminded, wondering if the boss had lost his memory. There were only two generals in the Planning Department.

Ding Hong angrily said, "How can I not recognize her?" He looked at An Yi's injured hand again, and it looked even more horrible. An Yi also looked over and quickly retracted his hands: "Actually, it's really okay. There are no blisters now, which means it won't blister."

"An Yi," Ding Hong sighed, "I find that you are unwilling to cherish yourself..."

"Of course not, I just don't want you to be kind enough to cherish me." Her voice was very soft, more like she was talking to herself, but every word fell firmly into Ding Hong's ears.

Are you mocking me for being nosy? An Yi, you finally said something you didn't want to say. Ding Hong sneered.

The embarrassment of spilling coffee, the burning sensation on the back of my hand, and the pain of pulling the burnt part to block the arrogant man in front of me, gradually accumulated the comfortable shame. I had some sense in the end, knowing whose territory I was on, so I tried to lower the volume as much as possible so as not to lose my manners.

Seeing the man opposite still standing like a mountain, his jaw clenched, his face calm, his eyes looking at her with dignity and reproach. At this moment, An Yi suddenly felt exhausted, and she decided to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible.

"Boss, you're right. Then I'll go to the hospital after get off work." He didn't even bother to retrieve the documents on the table. Damn the documents!

This time, it was Ding Hong who stood in front of him. Of course, he could win with his tall stature, without having to stretch out his arms like he did. Moreover, the boss's sharp eyes and words were the weapon to suppress everything: "My words are just wind in your ears?"

"Boss, I never interfere with work matters. Please don't interfere with my personal affairs. There needs to be a sense of boundaries between people." An Yi's voice was also cold and he was determined to break off relations: "Now that I have come to this, after careful consideration, I would like to ask you..."

"Shut up!"

An Yi ignored it and decided to continue the topic: "I think..."

"No resignation! No!"

An Yi frowned and stared into the other person's eyes. He was not angry at being interrupted again, but angry at finally getting to the bottom of the matter: his previous speculation about the cinema was not just his own petty thoughts!

You, Ding Hong, must be very clear about what you have done, otherwise how could you accurately judge that I resigned? Should I be thankful that you still know "propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame"? A sneer overflowed from the corner of her lips, and An Yi no longer looked at the "hypocrite" in front of her, and walked quickly to the door. If she stayed for another second, she would vomit!

What? Never fall in love with female subordinates?

Yes, dating is not allowed, but sexual harassment is allowed, how exciting! Female subordinates are easier to cover up and easier to pressure and control than others. I have to say, you rich people really know how to have fun!