This Damned Sweetness

Fei Zheng quickly got up and forced the shutdown device to turn off, but the knife surface still wiped the palm of Cheng Lang's right hand in an instant.

Rosa and Su Shan took a breath.

There was no sound in Xu Qiao's ears for a moment, and everything in her sight seemed to be a suffocating slow motion.

She panted and found her mind, and in a blink of an eye she saw Cheng Lang's palms dripping with blood. She quickly took off the protective gloves soiled with plaster slurry, grabbed his hand and pressed the wound tightly, and shouted incoherently behind her: "Stop bleeding, something that stops bleeding... …"

Both Fei Zheng and Rosa moved.

The two dealt with metalworking machinery all day, and the emergency response was fairly quick. Rosa brought a standing medicine kit and took out the clean gauze. Fei Zheng took over from Xu Qiao and held Cheng Lang's hand, putting pressure on the wound with gauze while observing the depth of the incision.

Xu Qiao was anxious next to her, muttering: "Is it serious? Is it serious... Do you want to call an ambulance..." She went to her coat pocket with a bloodied hand and searched for her mobile phone.

"It's okay, a small injury." Cheng Lang relieved from the dull pain, took a wet towel on the side table with his left hand, and stopped her, "wipe first."

Xu Qiao will wipe his hands after receiving the wet towel.

He fends off her with his left hand, his tone is calm: "I said wipe it for you."

Xu Qiao was stunned and looked up at him.

His lips were a little pale, and his forehead was sweaty, but the corners of his mouth were raised with a smile.

"Doesn't it hurt you?" Xu Qiao's eyes flushed with anxiety.

Compared to the pain, what is more uncomfortable for Cheng Lang is actually heart palpitations. The moment she saw her fingers stretched straight toward the cutting machine, her heart seemed to pause for a moment, and after a surprise or no danger, it throbbed extremely violently.

Under the big ups and downs, he was not sure whether the discomfort at the moment was due to blood loss, or because of being touched by Xu Qiao and becoming ill, or because he was afraid.

After all, he rarely has such emotions as "fear".

However, these discomforts quickly subsided when he saw the moist water vapor under Xu Qiao's eyes.

Cheng Lang smiled, drew back the wet towel, and wiped the blood from her palm with her left hand as if it were all right.

For a moment, Rosa and Fei Zheng felt that they were panicking like a fool.

The parties were too calm.

"Oh, leave me alone!" Xu Qiao pushed away his left hand, rubbed it randomly, and threw away the towel. Seeing that the gauze on the wound on his right hand was completely soaked in blood, she wiped the corner of his eye and whispered. "I just wore protective gloves..."

"That will hurt too." Cheng Lang glanced at her.

"But it won't hurt you like this."

The two quarreled, but the blood still didn't stop.

Rosa pulled out the tourniquet again and asked Fei Zheng, "Do you need this?"

Hemostasis carries risks, and improper use may worsen the injury. Fei Zheng shook his head: "No, let's go to the hospital."

Fei Li used gauze to make a simple compression bandage on the wound.

Before leaving, Cheng Lang explained to Xu Qiao: "You stay here."

"No," she said firmly, "I will accompany you."

"Don't you like going to the hospital?"

"What else do you like or not like at this time!"

"Then put on your coat."

Xu Qiao casually pulled a piece of Rosa’s windbreaker on, and went downstairs anxiously. Seeing that Gao Rui was not there, she took the initiative to sit in the passenger seat of Bentley, leaving the back seat to Fei Zheng to take care of Cheng Lang, and then told the driver: "Go The nearest hospital."

The driver quickly started the car.

Xu Qiao was in the front row, with her heart hanging in the back seat, looking back at Cheng Lang's hand.

"Seat belts," Cheng Lang reminded her, "turn back and sit down."

Xu Qiao had to pull the seat belt and turn her body straight.

Although the Pioneer Park is remotely located, there happens to be a health center nearby. Ten minutes later, Fei Zheng accompanied Cheng Lang into the emergency department.

Xu Qiao followed nervously.

After a few steps, Cheng Lang looked back at her: "You go and wash your hands first."

She shook her head: "I'll..."

"Teacher Fei," Cheng Lang interrupted her directly, "You take her to wash her hands."

"I'll go well, I'll go by myself." She surrendered and asked Fei Zheng to accompany Cheng Lang. She found the direction of the bathroom according to the signs. She walked forward and looked back at Cheng Lang to enter the clinic.

In front of the simple washstand, Xu Qiao rubbed the half-dry blood stains between her fingers and palm lines with hand sanitizer, and her thoughts could not help fluttering.

She doesn't know medicine, but just a while ago, she heard about Song Mian's injury to the nerves in her hands.

There seemed to be many important tissues in the palm. She had heard similar news reports before that a female college student had cut her palm with a steel tube and was in danger of losing the function of her right hand completely. The doctor operated on her under the microscope, and finally broke it. Tendon and blood vessel suture...

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she felt, and felt that Cheng Lang was deliberately distracting her by asking her to wash her hands. After wiping her hands in a hurry, she ran back, and at the entrance of the clinic, she met the fee levy coming out of it.

"What did the doctor say?" she asked breathlessly.

"It's okay, no stitches are needed, but tetanus is needed. I will pay the fee first."

Xu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, just about to go around him, but was stopped by him.

Fei Zheng said in a low voice: "The boss is afraid that you will be scared, and let me stop you. You can wait outside, if you go in, he still scores God to comfort you?"

"Oh..." Xu Qiao nodded, waiting outside the door, waiting for Fei Zheng to leave, and sighed.

Fei Zheng didn't blame her for making trouble, but he accidentally poked her mind.

She crackled in her heart and scolded herself--

Tell you not to eat, people with a history of low blood sugar dare not eat well!

Do you really think you are a fairy who grew up drinking dew?

People have fallen for eight lifetimes with blood mold to protect you from disasters!

Xu Qiao sniffed, spinning around in irritation. After waiting for a while, she saw that the light blue curtain in the consulting room was opened.

She stepped forward quickly, pulled Cheng Lang's arm, carefully opened his palm, and glanced at the position of the gauze bandage: "Is this done?"

Cheng Lang still feels a little uncomfortable with women's skin-to-skin touches, and he usually endures it, but now that there is a doctor, it is easy to see his illness, so he intentionally hissed slightly.

Xu Qiao let go of him suddenly: "I, I, I... hurt you?"

The doctor looked at Cheng Lang strangely.

When washing the wound was the most painful, I didn't see him frown, but he was gasping now, pretend it? Oh, this is probably a girlfriend.

The doctor was very insightful and didn't pierce him, but only told a series of precautions about dressing changes and contraindications.

These don’t need Cheng Wasting’s divine records. After all, there is a private doctor to take care of him. However, Xu Qiao’s head is always in a daze. She didn’t think of this layer at once. He picked up the memo pad on the table with his left hand and the pen with his right hand. Began to take notes crazy.

Cheng Lang didn't interrupt her, watching her anxious movements with a smile, as if he was enjoying some advanced art performance.

After Xu Qiao memorized a page full of notes, he asked the doctor: "Doctor, he won’t have any sequelae if he doesn’t suture this wound? For example, it’s nerve damage. Even if it doesn’t affect daily life, it won’t affect work. , He is right hand."

"Does your girlfriend know a lot?" The doctor joked Cheng Lang with a smile.

Xu Qiao didn't want to laugh at this moment, and said solemnly: "I have a friend who hurt his hand nerve. The doctor must check him carefully."

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

When choosing a private doctor, finding out is a necessary part, so of course he knows why Song Mian left the frontline hospital.

Will Xu Qiao still have a second friend with a hand nerve injury?

Obviously not.

On the New Year's Day side, Song Mian had already told her all such matters involving personal privacy.

The long-lost old friends had a deep conversation.

The doctor over there was explaining to Xu Qiao that he didn't hurt his muscles and bones and only needed to take care to avoid infection. Here, Cheng Lang, who should have comforted his "girlfriend", was silent and his face looked a little gloomy.

Xu Qiao was finally persuaded by the doctor and was relieved. When she turned around, she seemed to be uncomfortable, and she was stunned: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Cheng Lang turned his mind and said, "Yeah."

"Where is it?"

"It's uncomfortable everywhere." He replied blankly.

Xu Qiao's heart hung again: "Doctor, you think he is uncomfortable!"

The corners of the doctor's mouth twitched vigorously.

The young couple want to sell miserable and go home, okay? This is the sacred hospital, you are not allowed to falsify.

"If you feel uncomfortable, go out and turn left, get a shot of tetanus, and immediately feel comfortable." The doctor sent the two.

It happened that Fei Zheng came back with the payment slip and said to show Cheng Lang the way to the injection room. Xu Qiao had to give up negotiating with the doctor, accompany him to leave the consultation room, and walked outside and said, "Why is this doctor so irresponsible? Don't check it again."

"Then it will be uncomfortable." Cheng Lang nodded lightly.

The fee levy leading the way in front was taken aback. In this blink of an eye, how did the boss’ attitude change a hundred and eighty degrees, from "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry" to "I'm uncomfortable, I'm dying and let me give up on myself"?

Xu Qiao grabbed his face and looked up at him: "Would you like to change the hospital or ask Doctor Song to show you?"

"Oh," Cheng Lang shook his head, "it's not necessary."

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

"The wound is normal and painful."

"Then let the doctor prescribe some painkillers?" Xu Qiao thought seriously.

"I don't like taking medicine."

"What about the painkillers?"

"I don't really like injections either."

"..."

If this were changed to normal, Xu Qiao would definitely fly an eye-knife, and the firecracker in his mouth would be ignited directly, saying, "Then you deserve to die." But today I really can't do this to him.

She curled her lips: "Then what are you going to do!"

"I don't know, I have never suffered such a serious injury." Cheng Lang let out a deep breath.

This tone was so heavy that there was such a weak, pitiful and helpless smell.

The impatience that had just risen in Xu Qiao's heart fell again, and continued to think about ways, walked into the injection room, and saw a mother who brought her son for an injection, blowing on her son’s arm just after the skin test. Angrily said, "Mom doesn't hurt anymore", suddenly blessed my soul.

Seeing that Cheng Lang's gaze happened to fall on the preschool boy, she pointed to him and asked, "Does this work?"

Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows slightly: "I haven't tried it."

"Then try?"

Cheng Lang was about to nod with an indispensable attitude, but she suddenly turned to Fei Zheng: "Teacher Fei, are you calling the boss?"

Fei Zheng, Cheng Lang: "..."

Fei Zheng coughed under Cheng Lang's fluttering eyes, and said sternly: "I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Xu Qiao squeezed her hair, looking at the crowded injection room, a little embarrassed.

Cheng Lang didn't seem reluctant, and walked to the waiting area and sat down without saying a word.

It's just that he is so silent, Xu Qiao feels even more guilty. Regardless of the eyes of the people, she bit her head and squatted down beside him: "Then I will give you a call?"

Cheng Lang's eyes were slightly loose, and he lowered his eyes: "Get up, it's cold on the ground." As he raised his injured hand, "I'm holding it like this, you just sit next to me and call."

Isn't that making it worse? Xu Qiao hesitated for a moment with the incomprehensible expression of the old subway grandfather looking at the phone, and finally sat down in the seat next to him, lowered her head close to the palm of his hand, and gently blew into the gauze.

Cheng Lang hissed sincerely this time.

"It hurts?" Xu Qiao stopped.

"No," he pursed his lips like a smile, "itchy."

"Is that good or bad?"

"it is good."

Xu Qiao looked at him and continued to blow.

The nurse quickly called Cheng Lang's name, and Xu Qiao saw that he was really blown up, and she also found a place for her to use her skills, even when he did the skin test, he worked **** the side.

In the next window, the two nurses laughed ambiguously, whispering and laughing: "This girlfriend is so sweet."

Xu Qiao opened her mouth to clarify her identity, and she caught a glimpse of Cheng Lang's mouth raised high, and then closed her mouth with a sigh.

Forget it, the most injured, he just be happy.

The result of Cheng Lang's skin test showed no allergic reaction. After one shot of tetanus, there were no other problems temporarily.

Fei Zheng was awkwardly caught between the two young men like an old two-kilowatt light bulb, and finally freed himself, and immediately said that he would take a taxi back to the studio and let Cheng Lang leave him alone.

Cheng Lang nodded in satisfaction, and said "Thanks" to him, got into the back seat of Bentley, patted the seat next to him naturally, and said to Xu Qiao who was standing outside: "Come on."

Xu Qiao bent over to look at him: "I took a taxi back to the studio with Teacher Fei. You don't need to send me off, go home and rest quickly."

"That's OK." Cheng Lang nodded, closing his eyes and supporting his forehead before the door closed.

Xu Qiao stopped the driver who closed the door and looked in, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately, it may be a little burnt."

She blinked her eyes: "Then get out of the car and I will accompany you to see the doctor."

Cheng Lang shook his head: "No, you haven't eaten yet, go back first."

Xu Qiao awakened: "Hey, you haven't eaten yet, is your aunt in the house?"

"Maybe, go back and have a look."

"Oh," Xu Qiao stomped and sat in the back seat. "Come on, I'll send you back."