Cheng Xing is not a fool. From a person's words and deeds, he can probably guess what attitude he will have towards work.
Her daughter's face will not be damaged by her.
She is dedicated to her work and will not make such low-level mistakes.
"Okay, thank you." Xiao Xiao nodded, took the consent form and left: "Time waits for no one, I will go back first. When I finish processing, I will take pictures and send them to the computer for your review."
"Um."
Leave the Cheng family.
inside the car.
Xiao Xiao held the consent form in his left hand and leaned on the back seat to relax. When he was inside the Cheng family, he felt like his whole body was on a tight string and he did not dare to relax at all.
Now, it's finally over.
She turned her head and saw Fu Qingyu beside her, and the corners of her lips curved: "Thank you, you really helped me a lot. If you hadn't reminded me, maybe I wouldn't have been able to see him until dawn tomorrow." Mr. Cheng.
And Mr. Cheng is not as difficult to communicate with as he imagined. "
Speaking of which, he was also a poor father who lost his daughter. She was not angry at all because of the cup of hot tea.
Fu Qingyu didn't look sideways, sitting elegantly like a god, looking calmly at Chaofeng in front of him: "Go to the hospital."
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao's expression changed, and she hurriedly sat upright, blocking Chao Feng: "No, I don't need to go to the hospital, to the funeral parlor, I want to go back and start work."
Miss Cheng's face was stabilized by the ice, and without any incisions, it might still be deformed.
You have to go back quickly.
Fu Qingyu's eyes fell on the back of her hand, and his voice was cold: "Can your right hand still work?"
"It doesn't matter, we can start work."
"It hurts even to hold a pen."
"I..." Xiao Xiao was speechless and looked down at the back of his hand.
I had just focused all my attention on the consent form, and it felt like I had lost all feeling on the back of my hand. Only now did I realize that the bursts of pain were only getting worse. It was so painful and itchy that I had several thumb-sized blisters on my back, and there were There was a dense mass of small blisters on the edge.
Some are unbearable to look at.
That cup of tea was so hot even though it had just been boiled.
"Sir." She looked at Chao Feng who was driving in front of her: "If you drive in the direction of the funeral home, you will pass by the pharmacy. You can help me buy some burn ointment. I will use a needle to open the blisters and then apply some medicine. "
This level of pain is bearable.
As soon as Chao Feng started the engine, neither party dared to offend, and looked at Fu Qingyu through the rearview mirror.
Seeing that he didn't speak, he nodded: "Okay."
"Thank you, do you usually smoke? Do you have a lighter?" Xiao Xiao asked again.
"Yes... yes." Chao Feng freed up a hand and took out a lighter from his pocket.
After handing it out, he looked in the mirror several times in surprise, trying to see what she wanted to do.
"Drive well." Fu Qingyu reminded him coldly.
"Yeah, I understand, Mr. Fu." Chaofeng withdrew his gaze and did not dare to look any further. He just vaguely felt that Mr. Fu seemed angry?
Xiao Xiao took out the thin needle pinned to the lining, and with only his thumb moving in his right hand, he struggled to open the lighter. As soon as the flame came out, he wanted to pass the needle with his left hand, but the right hand was not strong enough and the flame went out.
She tried twice, and both times it didn't work.
Fu Qingyu looked on from the side, folding his hands on his knees, showing no intention of using his hands to help.
Xiao Xiao frowned and glanced at him awkwardly.
Fu Qingyu thought she was going to ask him for help, so he lightly raised his thin lips: "You want me to..."
"I want to trouble you to turn around." Xiao Xiao smiled apologetically.
Fu Qingyu: "..."
Then, Xiao Xiao directly bit the needle with his teeth, turned on the lighter with his left hand, and finally burned the needle all over for simple disinfection. Then he pricked the blisters on the back of his hand with his left hand.
She just felt that holding the needle in her mouth was too embarrassing and didn't want Fu Qingyu to see it.
Moreover, after the blisters on the back of my hands were opened, water came out, which was really embarrassing.
After picking them all out, she wanted to wipe her hands with a tissue.
A clean handkerchief was pressed against the side of her hand in advance to catch all the leakage.
Her heart skipped a beat. When did he turn around?
Then, Fu Qingyu pinched her wrist with his other hand and wiped her back carefully with a handkerchief. The blisters broke and stuck to her back, which was not very beautiful.
But he didn't show any look of disgust. His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes as he lowered his eyes.
"Isn't it... ugly?" She pursed her lips, a little embarrassed, and wanted to take her hand back, but she was afraid that the thing on her back would get on his clean hands.
"After you go to the funeral home to handle the work, I will personally take you to the hospital and watch you take medicine." His answer was unclear and his emotions could not be heard.
Seeing that he agreed to go to work, she actually felt a little bit happy.
"I'll probably be very late after I finish. You can pick me up after I finish."
The moment the words fell, she clearly felt his hand becoming stronger, and a pair of dark eyes opened, with a dark light as deep as embers under the eyes, constantly slicing her nerves.
She suddenly became nervous and nodded obediently: "Okay, it's up to you."
After a while, Chao Feng stopped the car and went to the drugstore to buy several bags of medicine. He brought back everything he could apply, apply, spray, and even take internally.
Xiao Xiao looked at a large bag of medicine on his knees, picked through it, took the most common medicine, and gently applied it to the wound.
When I touched the blisters, I couldn't help but frown.
Fu Qingyu took her hand and said, "Give me the medicine."
"No, it will make your hands dirty, and the medicine won't smell good."
"Give me."
Xiao Xiao felt that as long as it was something he wanted to do, no one could resist it.
Chaofeng took out a bottle of spray from the bag and handed it to Fu Qingyu: "Master Fu, please finish applying it for Miss Xiao first, and then spray this. The pharmacist said that spraying this will not leave scars."
"Yes." Fu Qingyu took it and helped her apply the medicine first.
The pads of his fingers were slightly cool, and the tips of his fingers were round and clean. When the sticky medicine was applied to the back of her ugly hand, it felt like it was being stained.
Xiao Xiao sighed almost inaudibly. She seemed to owe him more and more.
"I'm a human being too. There are times when I get injured, and there are times when I'm covered in blood and roll in the mud. There's nothing dirty." He said softly.
Xiao Xiao's eyes glanced at him in surprise, looking at his flawless face, unable to connect the scenes he mentioned.
He was injured and rolled in the mud?
How can it be? !
Fu Qingyu slowly raised his eyes and asked, "Do you think I'm dirty?"
Xiao Xiao shook his head: "No, because your heart must be clean."
Fu Qingyu's throat rolled around, and her eyes were clear, like the bright moon outside the window, something seemed to be stirring. ΟиЪ.ōΓＧ
Chao Feng stared at the rearview mirror and saw that Fu Qingyu had applied the medicine but had not yet sprayed the bottle he recommended. He kindly reminded: "Master Fu, it must be sprayed in time to be effective."
"knew."
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